by Jamie Knight
He picked up speed, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming too loud but then remembered that we were at Liam's house in Big Sur and let it go, being as loud as I wanted and letting Liam know exactly how good it felt.
Liam licked me to a shaking orgasm, getting to his feet and catching me before I collapsed. His reflexes were still super sharp, despite having been out of the military for a couple years.
Swooping me up into his arms, he carried me over to the kitchen table and laid me out. Liam was clearly unable to wait until we could get to the bedroom, a sentiment I shared. The foreplay was finished, both of us satisfied and ready, and it was time for us to fuck. I couldn't agree more.
Putting my legs up so that they lay against his muscular chest, I shifted my ass down, giving him easier access to my pussy. I gasped a bit as he pushed in, easing his huge, throbbing cock between my silken pussy lips and deep into my tight little core.
I moaned deeply.
Liam gently kissed my neck, keeping still for a moment, letting me get used to the feeling of him filling my pussy with his thick cock. My cherry was popped, but I was still super tight unless I was made to cum first, even then, though, it could still be a pretty snug fit.
“Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” I said, nodding, the pleasure I was already feeling pushing me far beyond the capacity to form full sentences.
Slowly, he moved inside me, angling his long cock just right so he was stimulating my g-spot as he fucked me. Every move he made caused a blissful sensation that made me want to scream.
“That feel good, baby?” Liam asked as he fucked me with a steady, moderate rhythm.
“Yes!” I nearly shouted, unable to hold it in anymore.
He leaned in and kissed me softly as he continued to fuck my tight little pussy, bringing me to previously unknown realms of pleasure.
Soon enough, we were both on the edge of orgasm.
Liam pulled his cock from my pussy. He leaned down and kissed me, gently stroking my pussy.
“Can you turn over?” he asked, with a curious smile.
It took me a while to figure out what he meant, partly because he used the term can, which made me think he was literally asking if I was actually able to turn over. Likely because he wanted to fuck me from behind. Then I realized that he wanted to know if I was willing to turn over and let him fuck me in my behind.
“Yes,” I gasped, excited about the new experience.
I was nervous but also thrilled. There was a risk, of course, but I figured if there was anyone who could make anal feel good, it was Liam.
Helping me up, he stepped back and waited patiently as I turned around and bent over the edge of the table, allowing him full access and preparing myself for what was coming. Waiting until I was ready, Liam came up and softly stroked my ass, sending waves of pleasure through my body, trying to get me ready. This was a really good move, I figured, because most people weren't used to sudden contact at the best of times — their ass bringing up a whole new set of hang-ups. He was getting me used to being touched.
After a few more passes on my ass cheeks, Liam ran his hand between them, going over my pussy on the way up. I moaned loudly, hardly able to believe how good it felt. I had read that the asshole is really sensitive, which is why anal sex could hurt a lot if it wasn't done right. I had no such problem with Liam, though, him being dedicated to making me fully prepared before he tried to do anything. I would have preferred if we had a butt plug and or some lube but had confidence that we can still make it work.
When he finished with his caresses, Liam pushed a finger inside as a place holder for his cock. I breathe out slowly as he did, doing my level best to relax.
“You okay?” he asked, gently squeezing my ass. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Fuck yes,” I moaned, wanting nothing more than for him to stick his cock all the way into my tight little virgin asshole.
Getting behind me, he seemed more than happy to oblige me in that way. Gliding his hand against my lower back, Liam pressing the head of his cock against my asshole.
“Take me,” I moaned, starting to feel him press inside. “Take my virgin asshole, too.”
He slowly eased my cock into my tight little asshole, taking the last virginity I had left.
“So tight, baby,” he said, stroking my back. “You feel so good.”
I closed my eyes and focused, thinking happy thoughts as he entered me inch by inch. I felt so full in a good way — stretched and warm.
“There,” he said, finally stopping.
From what I could tell, his cock was about half-way into my asshole. Liam massaged my back a bit more, waiting for me to relax. When I was ready, he took me firmly by both hips and started to move in me. His thrusts were slow at first. Almost imperceptible. Gradually, he picked up speed, and I started to feel it. It didn't feel bad. It certainly didn't hurt. It was also really intense, and I tried not to scream, but it felt so good.
The more he fucked me, the better it felt, particularly when he reached around with his other hand and stroked my clit. After he started fucking me hard, I came super-fast and very hard, shaking and screaming like I was in need of an exorcist.
My orgasm sent him over the edge, and Liam unloaded into my ass before gently pulling out. Keeping his hands on my back and pussy, respectively, he softly kissed his way up my spine, ending at my lips then gently slipping his tongue into my mouth.
“You are so hot,” he whispered after we kissed. “I love that I took all your innocence.”
“Back at ya,” I replied, trying not to laugh.
“I'm serious,” he said.
“Me too,” I said, sitting up on the table. “It doesn't have to be fake, you know. It sure feels real.”
He didn’t answer.
I looked up, feeling confused.
Liam was pale, and he was frowning. “What would you like for breakfast?” he asked, nearly running over to the stove.
I knew I had said the wrong thing. It was so dumb.
Chapter Thirteen
Liam
The bacon sizzled in the pan like a fireworks display, and I stood there watching it and ignoring the rest of the world.
I hadn't thought to ask if Hayley ate meat or not, I just started cooking. I hoped she did, considering it was the same protein-based breakfast I have been eating every morning since I started bulking up in high school. I hadn't planned on going into the military at that point. I was mostly trying to dissuade the bullies who had picked on me since grade school. I couldn't stand to see people being held down for no reason. Likely that was why I joined the army in the first place.
I could hear her breathing behind me. Hayley hadn’t said a word since I started cooking. There was tension between us.
I had let things get too complicated. Hayley was confused. Nothing about this engagement was real — except maybe the sex. But now, she seemed to think there was something more. What could I possibly say to her at this point?
Serving up the two big plates of food, I put them, along with two big glasses of orange juice onto the table.
“Breakfast is ready,” I said, still not wanting to look her in the face.
“Okay,” she replied, sitting in the chair before her and slouching to cover her beautiful tits.
That didn’t make me happy at all. She was so free with her body before. We both had been nude for almost all weekend.
In silence, we started eating. Between bites, I would take glances at Hayley from across the table. She really was beautiful and fucked really well for someone who was a virgin not long before. I tried to remember the last time I'd had sex like that and drew a blank. I didn't want to get too close, the whole thing was supposed to be fake after all, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I could be happy with Hayley. She really was turning out to be everything I ever wanted. I tried not to think about it. That was dumb.
“How is it?” I asked, the silence getting to be too much.<
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“Great, I could get used to this,” she said with a smile, caught herself, and then blushed. “I mean, thank you.”
Should I just push on? Should I assume that the plan for her to go with me to the wedding is still on? Hayley hadn’t left yet, so maybe we were okay. Maybe she realized her own slip-up, and we could move past it. I guess I should move on.
I nodded. “Right, I was born in Santa Rosa and raised in Echo Park. One sister, parents dead. My best friend in high school was Jared, and we met at a video-game competition. I went into the army after high school and served for eight years before being discharged due to injury, honorably, of course.”
“Whoa,” Hayley said, dropping her fork and putting her hands to her temples, “what's with the info dump?”
“You need to know this, at least for the wedding. We are supposed to be engaged, so it is important that we know everything about each other, or at least as near as possible. You're still down for it, right? I mean, I'm not forcing you or anything.”
She sat back a bit, obviously shocked. “Um, yeah, of course, you surprised me a bit is all. It's just a bit early. You know how it is. I can barely remember my own name before eating something in the morning,” she said, not sounding convincing at all.
I nodded and went back to eating. “Good because we've put a lot of work in,” I told her.
Picking her fork up off the table, she went back to eating as well. Silence stretched between us again.
“I-I have to go,” Hayley said, finishing off her plate and juice in record time. She stood and started heading towards the bedroom.
I pushed back my chair and followed. “What? Why?” I asked.
“I have to go see Jacob,” she explained, staring to put her clothes on. “I should check on him.”
“I thought he was staying with-”
“He is.”
“Is he okay? Did something change?” I asked, getting concerned.
“Oh, no, he's fine,” Hayley said, buttoning up her blouse. “ I just don't feel right leaving him for so long. He doesn’t do very well at our parents’.”
I watched her as she packed, feeling lost. It seemed strange that she would leave so fast, but I could also understand how she was worried about her brother, especially under the circumstances. I certainly knew about the pain and dangers of PTSD. I'd seen it lots before, as well as knew how hard it was to get effective help. A problem going back decades as far as I understood.
“I'll see you tomorrow, right?” I asked, the question surprising me almost as much as it seems to surprise her. “I’ll drive you to work, like usual?”
Hayley looked at me like she was trying to decide if I was serious or not. “Maybe,” she said finally, before walking out.
The pain in my chest was palpable and intense. Almost as much as the pain in my leg, which faded by comparison. I hurt her, and I knew it.
Chapter Fourteen
Hayley
My hands were shaking. Badly. I looked again at the phone screen, which seemed to rotate I front of me. I felt like I was having a panic attack. I was still trying to figure out exactly what happened yesterday morning.
I felt like Liam might have been using me. For my body. My virginity. I didn't think he was lying about finding me hot and all that. I didn't know what he thought about me besides that — if he only wanted me as arm candy to look cool at his friend’s wedding. It was basically how we got into this situation. It was what threw us together.
The sex came as a surprise and was not part of the plan. I didn't think he really planned it either, I could give him that much, but it didn't change how I felt. I wanted him, for real and was not sure if he felt the same.
I got the number, dialed, and hit send. The phone was ringing. I hoped that Liam wouldn't pick up, not even sure I could stand hearing his voice. The call went to voicemail, and I relaxed. I told his voicemail as calmly as I could that we knew enough about each other, and we didn't need to spend as much time together. There was no need for him to pick me up today.
I wasn't mean, at least I hoped not. I didn't hate him. Note yet. I still wasn't really sure how I felt. I thought it was just best to stay away from him for a while until I could figure things out.
It was the first time I have gone into the office without cookies for a while. After what happened in the house at Big Sur, I didn't really feel comfortable baking anymore. It annoyed me because I used to like it so much. I wore my old clothes, having donated the clothes I had bought with Liam's money. I still had the red dress in case we were still going to the wedding, but I no longer liked how it fit me. It felt really revealing, which made me feel shy.
I sat in the chair at my desk, sincerely hoping that Ann wouldn't need much. I didn't really feel like talking to anyone. Both Vicky and Amelia passed my desk while going about their business, and I avoided eye contact, hoping they won't talk to me. I did this for them as much as myself. I didn't want to snap at them or burst out crying, both of which would be really embarrassing as well as equally likely.
Before too long, Ann came out of her office. I really hoped she was just going to lunch or something, but I could hear her coming toward my desk. I cursed silently and prepared myself for the worst.
“Hey,” Ann said, sounding concerned.
I made a grunt I intend to mean “hey” but ended up sounding more like I had a stomachache.
“What's wrong?” she asked bluntly, seeing right through me.
“I -”
“Come on,” Ann said, heading for the elevators. “We're going to get coffee.”
The café was just up the street from the law building. One of those pseudo-Parisian hipster places. Ann was buying so it didn't matter. I still had a lot of Liam's money, my tastes just not being that expensive, but I wasn't really comfortable using it. It made me feel like a sugar baby, so I was glad I didn't even have to think about it.
“Want to sit outside?” Ann asked as we got out drinks.
“No, too many smokers,” I said, as though I needed a reason, and all forms of smoking hadn't been banned at the cafe's sidewalk seating.
“Cool,” Ann said in her relaxed, easy way, heading for an interior table.
“It's Liam,” I said as we sat.
“What happened?” Ann asked.
“Nothing much really,” I lied.
“Bullshit,” Ann said, clearly knowing it when she heard it.
“I thought things were going really well with Liam, that it might actually be real, but then he brought me back to earth. It was nice while it lasted, but it ends like everything does in the end.”
“Wow,” Ann said.
“What?” I asked.
“I had no idea you were actually so negative. I thought maybe you were just having a bad day.”
“About a year's worth,” I said, laughing without humor.
“Why?”
“M-my brother, Jacob. He's my twin. We're not identical, obviously, but we still have the bond. He was in Iraq. Part of me died when he came back with PTSD. He barely even responds anymore. Has what they call a hundred-yard stare. I have no idea what's going on in his head or if he is even in there anymore. He won't talk to me. According to what the military told me he was coming back to the vehicle after a foot patrol when it was hit by a rocket. Every boy in his unit died, as well as an embedded journalist and independent photographer. Jacob only survived because he was still far enough outside the blast radius. Didn't stop him from seeing everything. The doctors tell me he should come out of it, but I'm not so sure. Something just doesn't feel right. I want to get him into some proper therapy but can't afford it yet. Liam offered to help but never followed through.”
Ann nodded. “We should talk to my friend Carl. He had some PTSD when he came back too. Nothing like what you're describing with your brother, but he'll probably have some ideas on how to go about getting help. Let me call him and set up something for tonight. I may not be able to help with Liam, but this I can do.”
She
took my hand over the table and squeezed it.
Getting help with Jacob really would help me.
Chapter Fifteen
Hayley
That night, as Ann drove us over to the restaurant, I thought about how disappointed I was that Liam never followed through with his offer to help Jacob. He seemed so impassioned about helping at the time, but then nothing. But what was I expecting? It wasn’t like he owed me anything. I had assumed too much.
We had to wait until Carl was off work, but it felt like it would be worth it. It was kind of odd going to see someone who was a friend of Liam’s. I didn't really know Carl, and asking strangers for help was hard. It made me feel very nervous. But he was also Ann's friend too, and it was through her that I was meeting him, which made a difference. At least to me. I didn't know if Ann thought about such things.
I just about screamed when I saw the place. We were going to Mama Dee's. I kept it inside for Jacob's sake. Even though the place brought up hard feelings about Liam, I needed to be strong from my brother.
Carl was already there, apparently having the same military punctuality as Liam. He looked a bit older than Liam and was solidly built and handsome, wearing a nicely tailored suit that gave him the look of an old-time banker.
“Hey,” Ann said.
“Hey,” Carl said, standing up from out of the booth.
They hugged and somehow kissed on the cheek despite him being a good foot taller than her.
When they were back in the booth, I went over and slid in next to Ann.
“Ah, here she is. Hayley Booth, meet Carl Whitmore.”
“Hello,” Carl said, trying to be friendly.
“Hey,” I said, looking at the tabletop.
“Hayley has something to ask you,” Ann prompted.
