by Olivia Marks
“I have to buy this,” he said. “It’ll give me something to do on the tour bus, at least.” I laughed. I was already clutching a squishy cupcake pillow and a bag full of one of my favorite treats—chocolate covered pretzels.
“Oh God, it’s going to take you all fall to eat that,” I joked.
We’d ventured into Dylan’s Candy Bar as part of our promised day together. Liam had promised he’d take me to the best tourist traps and so far he’d made good on his promise. We’d brunched at a place where they’d filmed Sex and the City and then headed over to Dylan’s to browse.
This multi-level candy paradise had about 5000 kinds of sweets. If I loved cupcakes, well I loved loved jellybeans, chocolates, and the rest of it. The place was pure danger for me.
“We’d better leave before I body dive into a vat of jujubes,” I joked. Liam grinned. He was adorable in casual jeans, white shirt, and sneakers, a toque slouching on his head, backpack on his back. He looked like just a regular guy, well a really smoking hot one.
“Hey save your appetite because we’re going to Serendipity next,” he warned.
We cabbed it over to the famous desert place. It was crammed with tourists eating piles of cake, whipped cream, brownies, ice cream and other goodies.
“Sorry I’m making you go to all these lame places,” I cringed.
He laughed it off. “Hey, none of the guys wanted to do this stuff. I’m glad I have an excuse. Plus, I love seeing you so happy.”
We squished into a corner and ordered the famous frozen hot chocolates—regular for him and peanut butter for me. They were just as rich as normal hot chocolate and came topped with piles of whipped cream. Heaven. Even better, we held hands while feeding each other delicious spoonful. I’d never known this kind of romance before and truthfully, I just couldn’t get enough.
Once I filled my boots, we headed for Central Park to walk off the food. It was a bright sunny day. Kids were playing in the grass, couples were walking hand in hand, and everyone looked cheerful. I was wearing my new cheap and chic pink chiffon dress with tiny white polka dots. I felt like a million and a half bucks. We were attracting lots of stares but I took it in stride. I was in New York, I was feeling fab, and I had an amazing guy by my side. Life couldn’t get better.
To my surprise, Liam called over one of the horse drawn carriages that cart around tourists. “Come on,” he said, grinning. “Tell me you don’t want to try.”
Of course I did. We bundled into the back and trotted off down the bumpy road, holding hands as the endless lush green expanses full of leafy trees and beds of flowers in yellows, purples, and reds passed by.
We talked about normal things. He asked about my life in Minnesota and I told him about my high school, how I loved music class and played the flute in the band. I described how Aimee and I had met and how we’d spent almost every minute together since, cramming for exams, watching the latest Channing Tatum flick at the cinema, or working together for six awful months at Dairy Queen. I explained that I was an only child and Aimee was like the sister I’d always wanted. I couldn’t imagine life without her.
Liam soaked this all in, his gold-flecked eyes fixed on me instead of the amazing scenery. I basked in his undivided attention and found that I could talk freely. I forgot to feel shy—it just felt so natural and comfortable to be with him.
We eventually made it to the reservoir—an amazing expanse of water that shimmered in the high sun, backed by the Upper East Side’s elegant gothic-style apartment buildings. We decided to get off the carriage and take in the sights.
So far we’d avoided talking about anything serious. The day was just too beautiful and we were enjoying each other’s company as Shay and Liam, not a college-age chick and an up-and-coming rock star. But the time had come to get serious. I was set to go back to Minnesota in a couple of days and we still hadn’t come up with a solution to our soon-to-be-separation. Of course I didn’t want to go, but what was I supposed to do?
“Shay, I know you have to go back to Minnesota. You don’t have to feel guilty about that.” He looked at me intensely and once again I marveled at his ability to read my thoughts.
He took my hand in his and squeezed. I sighed. “It doesn’t seem fair that we just got to know each other and now we have to separate. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything but, you know…”
“Yeah, I know.” He put an arm around my waist and drew me close. I snuggled close to him, enjoying the solid warmth of him. “And you should assume. We have a good thing going here, why would we want it to stop?”
“So what are we going to do?” I whispered. I was terrified to hear the answer.
Liam paused for a moment. “I really don’t know. You need to go to university and I need to go on this tour. We need to chase these dreams or we’ll never forgive ourselves.”
“And I wouldn’t want to take that away from you,” I said quickly, drawing back slightly and looking up into his handsome, serious face.
“That’s why you’re the girl for me,” Liam said, looking warmly back down at me. “You get my dreams but you keep me grounded, too. Plus, you’re smart, sweet, and damn sexy,” he added, patting me gently on the bum, a twinkle in his eyes.
I blushed and curled back into his arms to hide my embarrassment. “I don’t want to let you go,” I whispered finally.
“You don’t have to,” he said, kissing my hair. “I’ll come visit as often as I can and you me. We’ll Skype, we’ll use whatever crazy technology the kids are into these days.”
I laughed into his shoulder. “Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr…”
“We’ll make it work, Shay. We just got to believe in what we have.”
“What about all the pressures on the road?” I asked quietly. “I know your band mates don’t think I’m the best match for you. They’ll be tons of groupies hanging off you guys. I don’t want to hold you back from living that life you’ve worked towards.”
Liam kissed me softly. “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re the kind of life I want? I want a real life with a real girl. I don’t need to party hard to prove to myself that I’m a good musician. I don’t feel like I’m being held back, I feel like you’re helping me to be myself.”
We chatted a little longer but there wasn’t much left to say. We really just wanted to alone. We downed a quick and dirty deli meal and then headed back to Liam’s hotel room.
The light was waning as we entered his plush, hushed quarters. We started off in the shower where we gently soaped each other, kissing softly. Liam paid plenty of attention to my breasts and behind, washing them and smiling as he did so. I was a little shy but I lapped up the attention.
Our kisses soon became more urgent. His tongue eagerly met mine, stroking it again and again while his hands caressed my entire body. He teased my slippery nipples with his calloused fingers. As I gasped for breath he moved lower before his fingers met the most sensitive part of myself.
At first he was careful, stroking my folds with gentle but constant pressure. Soon he circled inwards with increasing pressure. I inhaled as his fingers met my clit, which he began to stroke in lazy circles. My knees buckled as the pressure doubled and those lazy circles became smaller and more intense. I could feel my toes curling, my fingers tingling, my nipples tightening. I felt shy being so obviously turned on but my desire overwhelmed that feeling. I collapsed into Liam’s arms as waves of unstoppable pleasure seized me from breasts to belly to vagina, crippling me and sending me into an exhausted, collapsed state.
I was only vaguely aware of Liam turning off the shower, carrying me out, drying me, and laying me down on the bed. I sighed, enjoying the decadent feeling of lying naked on the high thread count cotton sheets.
Liam continued pleasuring me, at first with total gentleness. He kissed every inch of my squishy body. I was too drunk on pleasure to feel an inch of self-consciousness. Every curve, every limb was completely alive to his touch. Even the softest caress had me groaning in ecstasy.
“I’m going to have you coming like you’ve never done before,” he whispered, a threat I was ready to see happen.
After he’d tortured me with plenty of kisses and caresses, he unwrapped and put on a condom before lying on top of me. The feeling of his naked body along mine drove me wild. I could feel the lean muscles of his body and the hardness of his erection against my thigh. I writhed in anticipation. “Come inside me,” I whispered.
Liam kissed my tender neck as he pushed the tip of his penis against the slippery folds of my vagina. He pressed in slightly, causing me to gasp, and then worked his way in further, slowly and gently. Once completely in he paused, allowing us both to enjoy the mind-blowing feeling of fullness.
“I’m never going to let you go,” he whispered in my ear before beginning to draw in and out. I writhed under him, meeting each plunge with a thrust of my hips. We rocked together, again and again, before his cries became more intense and the agonized craving in my belly propelled us towards a loud, crashing orgasm. We frantically bucked together, dying for release, for connection, to stay together and never be pulled apart.
We lay entwined together in the dark room, breathing hard as the sounds of traffic filtered in. I was aware how strange this all was but I was also totally at home. “I won’t let you go either,” I whispered before letting myself drift into deepest sleep.
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About The Author
Olivia grew up in a small town off the east coast of Canada. The only girl in a five-boy family she was far more interested in skipping rocks and playing baseball than she ever was in dolls. That was however, until she met her first love, a devilishly handsome son of a farmer who taught her the true meaning of uncontrollable passion.
During that time, Olivia found herself lost in a world of first kisses, first touches, young love and heated nights fueled with uninhibited explorations, many of which serve as the inspiration for her stories today.
Now all grown up, Olivia is usually far too busy chasing after her own family of five boys to think much about those good old days, but every once in awhile when the mood strikes and the night is just quiet enough, she allows herself a trip down memory lane where she rediscovers the uncertainty, excitement and unbridled desire of that very first time. This story, along with her others, was written during one of those trips. Enjoy.
Table of Contents
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
About The Author
