by Harper West
“Nope,” I replied. “I’m as single as they come.”
She looked me up and down, the kind of look that I give women whenever I’m mentally undressing them. I wondered what she was thinking about, though, since women were so different than men.
“I find that hard to believe.” She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed it. “You workout."
I wasn't sure what was going on, but I had a feeling that whatever rope she had been balancing on that day, she had reached the end of it. Cares were flying out the window, and no more shits were being given.
“That I do,” I replied as my hand slowly moved up and down her thigh. “That I do.”
I wanted so badly to slide my hand underneath her dress, to feel her hidden warmth on my fingers, and make her climax right there at the bar.
“My place isn’t too far from here,” I said while searching her face for confirmation.
She swallowed the rest of her drink and stood up. “Then what are we waiting for?”
After waving goodbye to her friend Baron, who was flirting with a group of guys, we walked back to my place. I could tell that she was buzzing, though, so when we got inside, I gave her a glass of water and made sure she was okay.
“Not that I’m complaining, love,” I said as she sat down on my bed. “But you’ve had quite a bit to drink. You sure that you’re up for this?”
With just one motion, Alexia lifted her blouse and presented me with a red lace bra that hooked in the front. Then she stood up, unzipped her black skirt, and let it fall to the floor.
“Good God, woman. That body.”
Her long, slender legs had black garter belts holding up sheer black thigh-highs, which were attached to a red satin g-string, and she was still wearing her black heels.
She pursed her lips and raked her eyes over me. “Now, it’s time to see yours.”
She walked over to me and gave me a long, passionate kiss on the lips while sliding off my shirt. She gasped as soon as she saw my abs, and I made a mental note to never, ever miss another day at the gym. I ran my hands through her hair as she began kissing my chest, all the way down until she was on her knees and unzipping my pants.
“Careful,” I said as she pulled them down, coming face to face with my boxer briefs. “Don’t get me too excited.”
As soon as I did, she pushed me back onto the bed and got on top, pushing her wet panties against my erection.
She leaned down, and we continued making out, my hands running all over her body as she wiggled back and forth. I could feel myself growing harder against her wet g-string, but somehow I managed to pace myself. Alexia was the sexiest woman I’d ever been with, and I wanted to make it last.
After a few minutes of kissing and grinding, we switched positions, and I immediately went for her breasts. She let out a soft moan as I unhooked her bra and exposed each one, sucking and licking them until they were erect.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
I reached my hand between her legs and felt her get even wetter, which I didn’t think was possible.
“You're so fucking hot,” I whispered as I moved back and forth between her breasts.
She reached down and ran her nails down my stomach, grasping her hand around my shaft, squeezing through my boxer's.
“And you are one well-endowed Irishman.”
I laughed as I slid her bra off and began kissing her soft, flat stomach.
As soon as I pulled on her panties a bit, I knew it would send her over the edge. So instead, I slowly scooted down between her thighs and began licking on the satin. Her body started twitching as she moved back and forth, causing my bed to shake as she arched her back.
I stopped, and she let out a groan, clearly upset that I hadn’t finished what I’d started.
“You don’t think I’m gonna let you get away so quickly, do ya?”
I put her on her stomach and kissed her neck, moving my way to her back, and then ran my tongue between her ass cheeks.
“Oh wow,” she moaned, clearly enjoying it. “Nobody’s ever done that before.”
I continued licking a wee bit longer, feeding all of the sounds she was making.
Then I made my way to her gorgeous legs, where I used my hands to massage the muscles. Her moans got louder, and I took that as a sign that she wouldn’t last much longer that way.
“Your sounds could drive a sane man to insanity,” I whispered into her ear.
She giggled and then rolled over, immediately spreading her legs while pointing to her panties.
I pulled them down slowly and was greeted with a swollen, dripping wet clit. My mouth immediately dove down, and I began to suck. I also took it upon myself to slide my tongue deep inside of her, reveling in her gasps.
“You taste amazing,” I growled.
I could tell that she was about to climax, and so I let it happen.
“Oh God,” she screamed as her whole body began twitching.
Her legs convulsed, and in between her moans, she let out sheltered giggles, as though she were releasing years’ of pent-up frustration.
I fucking loved every minute of it.
“I hope you enjoyed it,” I said, leaning back on my heels. “Because I’m not nearly done with you.”
I slid off of the bed and pulled down my boxers. Her eyes bulged when she saw just how big I was.
“It goes up to your belly button,” she said with amazement.
“That it does,” I said, chuckling, and staring as I walked toward her.
Alexia climbed out of bed, got down on her knees, and slid my rod into her mouth. She licked and sucked as though she were a pro, the kind of woman who knew what a man needed. I moaned and thrust forward and back, just enough to feel that control that turned me on.
“I need you,” she gasped, pulling my cock from her mouth.
She climbed onto the bed and laid on her back, completely naked, begging me to own her body once again. I stroked my cock up and down, then got on top of her and looked into her eyes.
“You are so beautiful,” I said before kissing her on the lips.
With one hand holding me up, and the other around my shaft, I slowly rubbed the head up and down along her opening, teasing her hard.
“Why are you teasing me?” she asked in between gulps of air.
“Because I can.” I slid it up and down along her soft, beautiful belly, letting my pre-cum saturate her skin as we continued making out.
She moaned when she felt my balls brush up against her opening, and I knew that it wouldn’t be much longer.
“If you don’t put it in me right now,” she said, “then I’ll put it in for you.”
I flipped Alexia onto her stomach, and she let out a playful little yelp. As I slid my erection between her ass cheeks, she moaned and wiggled her legs a little bit, encouraging me to keep going.
“How much more of this do ya think you can take,” I asked, continuing to move up and down.
Alexia arched her back, and I put my hand around her neck, gently but firmly enough to pull her in for a kiss. Our tongues made love while my shaft rested in between her cheeks, my juices flowing onto her body as we both continued panting.
Now it was she who flipped herself over, forcing me onto my back as she hovered over me. One of her nipples fell into my mouth as she leaned forward, and I eagerly sucked on it.
“I told you,” she said before assuming the cowgirl position.
Her soft, delicate legs rested on the sides of mine, and I felt myself enter her womanhood.
Alexia slid my shaft inside of her opening, and both of us gasped at how good and natural it felt. The wind blew in through my open window, causing the curtains to come within an inch of her face. She rocked back and forth, showing me just how flexible she was.
I sat up every time she squeezed my cock with her muscles. She knew what she was doing. She even turned around and rode me reverse for a while, allowing me to continuously smack her ass as she arched her back and came yet again.
> “Fuck, woman! Keep on now!”
Alexia got onto all fours, with her gorgeous ass facing me, and I slid it in from behind. She met my gaze in the mirror across from my bed. The look on her face was lustful and sweaty, tired, but also begging me to keep going.
I vigorously pounded her, causing the bed to shake so much that I was afraid we’d break the damn thing. With every thrust of my hips, her moans grew louder, and she was no longer the meek bookshop owner.
She was a wild woman. “Fuck me, Liam! Fuck me!”
“You wanna get fucked, eh?” I smacked her ass, and she yipped, leaned back into me, and once again, my hand was on her throat.
We kissed as my pounding intensified.
Just as she was about to cum, I pulled it out and put her on her back.
“You are such a tease,” she said as I rammed it into her again.
Her hard nipples pushed into my muscular ones as I pushed my body onto hers, and we made out in between pants for air. She wrapped her legs around me as I fucked her, and my balls drained into her as we both climaxed simultaneously.
“Ahhh,” I yelled as she screamed out in pleasure.
I could feel her muscles contracting around my shaft as she gave me intensified my orgasm.
I rolled over, and we laid in bed, both of us panting heavily, trying to catch our breath.
“That was,” she said but couldn’t finish.
“Intense,” I replied.
Alexia laughed with what little energy she had left and then rolled over, falling asleep on my chest.
Chapter 6
Alexia
I woke up with one of the worst hangovers of my life. The wind blowing in from an open window helped a little bit, but not much. I shielded my eyes from the sun as I opened them.
As I rolled over, finding my heels sprawled out on the floor, I tried remembering what had happened the night before. All I knew was that I wasn’t in my bed.
I was in some loft apartment, and judging by the looks of things, it belonged to a man. Masculine furniture, no flowers, and hard, wooden floors. It was a bachelor pad, for sure. And a nice one at that.
As I plopped my head back onto the pillow, I looked up and saw a picture frame sitting on a bookshelf. I reached up and grabbed it, hoping it’d give me some recollection as to where I was.
Oh yeahhhh….Liam.
I closed and rubbed my eyes, trying to remember what exactly had gone down. I vaguely recalled being approached by the creepy guy who wanted to buy my bookstore. Unless I married him, of course.
The thought alone made me want to puke, which didn’t help my hangover.
I also remembered grabbing Liam’s hand and begging him to act like my boyfriend, which he did. Then we hung out at the bar, chatted, and I drank some more.
No…I drank A LOT more.
Then we came back to that loft.
My inner thighs started to ache, and I began to remember why I was waking up in his bed. We had sex. And not just any sex, but earth-shattering sex.
Just then, my phone started buzzing, but I couldn’t figure out where it was. I threw the comforter off of the bed, exposing me in all of my naked glory, and frantically searched for it.
It was under Liam’s dresser.
“Hello,” I said after seeing Baron’s name come across the screen.
As another gust of wind blew in through the open window, I was suddenly very aware that anyone looking in could see my naked body. I grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around my waist, all the while clutching the phone to my ear.
“You’re not home,” he said matter-of-factly.
I suddenly wondered what day it was, freaking out that I had to open the bookstore.
“Oh God,” I screamed. “What time is it?”
I searched Liam’s loft for a clock but didn’t find one.
“Do you even know what day it is, missy?”
I shook my head to try and clear my mind. “Monday?”
Baron let out a laugh, and I could already picture him sipping his morning tea in his plush, pink robe.
“I knew I shouldn’t have let you go home with that guy,” he said. “Although, good for you because can we say YUMMY!”
Saturday Alexia. It's Saturday.
“Oh, Baron,” I said exhausted. “What a night.”
As the comforter clung to my naked body, specifically my breasts, I suddenly remembered how passionately Liam had worked them using just his mouth. He’d awakened my sexuality, which I’d put on the back burner since getting my heart trampled on.
“I just have one question,” he said. “What’s he like underneath?”
I heard him set his teacup down a little too hard, and I knew he was sitting back with his right leg crossed over his left, taking in the gossip.
I glanced around and whispered into the phone. “His body was sculpted by Greek Gods.”
“I knew it!” I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “Does he have a six-pack? Tell me he has a six-pack!”
His excitement brought some much-needed comic relief to my aching head, even though I also wanted him to tone his voice down a few notches.
“It might even be an eight-pack, Baron. Which I didn’t even know existed.”
He let out a screech that reminded me of a little girl given makeup for the first time.
“Don’t you lie to me,” he said. “An eight-pack? Oh, God! Where does he live because it’s time to do the wash!”
As Baron went on and on about how beautiful Liam was, I continued the search for my clothes. The more I searched, however, the more I realized that I wasn’t even sure what I wore there.
I popped up, swinging my hair back, my face scrunched. " Baron. Shhh. I have a question. What was I wearing last night?”
“Well,” he said, getting excited to give me all of the details. “You had on a slender A-line, black pencil skirt that perfectly showed off your butt! It was complemented by a white blouse that wasn’t sheer, which is good since you were wearing that sexy red bra of yours.”
“Baron! How did you see it?”
“Honey,” he said, “I’m a gay man. We always get a look at your undies, although I didn’t notice any panty lines. G-string or seamless?”
My mouth fell open, and even though I loved Baron dearly, I still felt a bit violated. “Um, g-string, if you must know.”
“I knew it,” he said, smacking his hand on his leg. “From the moment I saw you, I knew you’d be one of those sexy librarian types. All you need is to show a little cleavage, and you’ll be there!”
I found my clothes in a pile, off in the corner of Liam’s living room. Since I didn’t know where he was and didn’t want to bring any unnecessary attention to myself, I tiptoed over and scooped them up.
“Believe me, I won’t be showing any cleavage until we rid ourselves of that creepy investor. Which, by the way, I didn’t tell Liam about.” I put the phone on the bed and turned the speakerphone on while sliding on my skirt.
“You’ll have to tell him eventually,” he said.
I zipped up my skirt and dropped one of my shoes, wincing.
“And I see you found your clothes. Or the bottom half, at least.”
Baron had the hearing of a nighttime predator.
I ignored his detective skills, thinking about Liam and my secret creepy guy. “Why would I do that? It was just a one-night stand. Besides, you and I have to find a way to get rid of him. There’s no way in hell that I’m selling that bookshop.”
“And there’s no way in hell that I’d let you marry him,” he said. “I mean, if he weren’t so creepy, I’d think why not? The guy has money. Ain’t nothing wrong with having a Sugar Daddy.”
“Baron!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
As he defended himself, I put the rest of my clothes on along with my heels. A quick look in the mirror confirmed that I was in desperate need of a shower.
“Girl, if he came in looking like Liam Hemsworth, we wouldn’t even be having this c
onversation.”
As I attempted to clean up my face, I thought about what he was suggesting. The guy was far from looking like Liam Hemsworth.
“It’s not just his looks,” I said. “I’ve never cared much about that. And you know damn well that a man like Liam Hemsworth wouldn’t try to manipulate a woman that way.”
"Mhmm, gentlemen through and through," he sighed. “Anyway, it’s the weekend, and I don’t want you even thinking about that creep. We’re going to get through this together.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“So, how was the sex?”
My face blushed, and I ran my hands through my hair, remembering everything that had happened the night before. I gave Baron as many details as I could, from the way Liam teased me to the fact that he made me climax three times. I wasn't usually that open, but I was turning over a new leaf, starting a new life, welcoming the new me.
“And let me say something,” I continued. “His manhood is two and a half times bigger than Conner’s was.”
Baron let out a very audible gasp.
“I’m gonna need more details,” he said in a lower voice. “Compare it to something. Anything. I’m begging you.”
I thought about what object I could use for comparison.
“Imagine a cucumber that’s as thick as a soda can.” I heard a loud thud. “Baron? Are you okay?”
“Sorry,” he said. “I fell out of my chair.”
I laughed while he stumbled to get to his feet, picturing him all over the place.
“Now you listen to me, missy," he said. “I’ve lived in Ireland my entire life and have never, I mean never, come across a man that big. I don’t care if he’s not boyfriend material, either. You keep him around, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said, quietly laughing. “I understand. But I’m not sure that he wants me around. You know how guys are, Baron.”
“Do I ever,” he replied with a sigh. “And gay guys are just as bad. It’s like everyone’s always looking for the next best thing. But a guy like Liam? Girl, you hit the jackpot.”
Chapter 7
Ronan
I made my way into Liam’s luxury apartment building, looking forward to spending the day with him. It had been a long week, and I desperately needed to have some fun.
