“That sounds great,” Katie beamed. “I always get up early because of school, anyway. We can go jogging and then maybe grab breakfast.”
“Or go to the Farmer’s Market,” I said, thinking that was the type of thing she’d like to do. A strong “yes” and an adorable clapping of her hands let me know I’d said the exact right thing.
Pleased with our arrangements, I began mixing my own paint, but ended up with a grayish-brown color that made my painting of Yvette’s leg look like it belonged in a morgue. Whereas Katie’s strokes were light and somehow captured the light and shadow, mine were thick, gloopy, and monotone. Still, considering it was my first time, the painting wasn’t half-bad, and more importantly, I was beginning to have fun.
Then, just when I thought I was out of the woods, the lovers switched positions. This time, Tony lay on his back, dick sticking straight up in the air, and Yvette lay next to him, draping one leg over his hips and slipping a hand behind his head as her other hand rested on his chest.
As the pair twisted into one erotic pose after another, I looked around at the other faces in the room. They must be true artists because none of them looked the least bit aroused. As for me, I could feel my cock straining against my stiff, cotton jeans. I felt like I was going to burst right out of my pants.
The tension grew and grew until the end of class when Phoebe came around to inspect and comment on our work. I barely heard anything she said other than to catch, “Good idea studying Katie’s painting. Not a bad first try.”
I gave a hasty goodbye, promising to come back. Then, I grabbed Katie’s small, soft hand and practically dragged her back to my truck. When I was this turned on, I couldn’t think clearly enough to say anything. Instead, I sped to Katie’s place as fast as I dared to drive.
When I parked in front of her building, I could tell Katie felt the same way. She turned her sage-green eyes to meet mine and breathed, “You want to walk me to my door?” Not saying a word, I nodded, sprang out of the truck, took her by the hand, and led her up to her apartment door.
Katie
Liam kissed me as hotly as he had the week before, and I was thrilled he had decided to pick me up instead of meeting me at Phoebe’s studio.
As his tongue entwined with mine, Liam pushed me up against my apartment door. I reached down, fumbling for the handle. Liam’s kiss was hungry and insistent, and his body clung to mine as I opened the door.
The weight of his body against mine nearly made us both tumble over as we entered the apartment, but Liam’s solid arm wrapped around the small of my back and kept me from falling.
Once we were inside, his passion increased, which I didn’t even think was possible. I squirmed against him and he lifted my body easily and carried me over to the couch, slamming me down onto the cushions.
In seconds, Liam’s hands were on me, pushing my t-shirt up over my head. His insistent mouth pulled away from mine for a moment. “No bra?” he asked. His brown eyes were wide in surprise and excitement.
Instead of answering, I grabbed his neck and pulled his mouth back down onto mine. In moments, his shirt was off, too. Then, one of Liam’s strong, calloused hands held my waist while the other sought out my tender breast. Just as he had on Halloween, Liam squeezed my flesh and pinched my small nipples—first one, then the other.
I ground my mound into him, whimpering into his mouth. Instead of letting up, his hands became more insistent, pinching and teasing until I thought I was going to burst. Ripping his lips from mine, he grabbed my naked tit into his mouth, sucking hard until I cried out, the shock of pleasure rippling through me.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt for his hand and moved it from my breast to my soaking wet pussy. He groaned and pushed his fingers against me, rubbing my mound through the thin material of my yoga pants.
I pushed back against him, straining, wanting him more than words could possibly express. Never stopping his ministrations, he let my hot breast pop from his mouth and kissed his way back up my neck to my ear. His stubble tickled my neck as his hot lips played along my flesh. I gave a small cry and bucked my hips against his fingers once again.
Liam whispered, “There’s something I’ve been wanting to know ever since I saw you.”
“What? I panted, clinging to him.
“Do you taste like honey?”
I groaned, and in one movement, he pulled down my yoga pants, exposing my nakedness. “No underwear, either,” his lips curled in a playful smile.
I gave a small, squeaking, “No” before Liam pulled me to the edge of the couch, kneeled in front of me, and buried his head in my pussy.
“Oh, God!” my voice seemed to rip out of me.
Liam licked down the length of my slit. I expected him to be as hot and fast as our kisses had been, but I was wrong. He was slow and teasing at first, landing little kisses around my thighs until I thought I’d go mad with desire.
Then, he ran his tongue over my folds. His tongue was light, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly. His tongue danced circles around my clit, making my back arch against the couch. I gave out one long “ooh.”
As soon as I moaned, Liam took my entire mound into his mouth, sucking at it until my juices poured down his chin. I was on the edge of coming when he let go, returning to his former, lighter technique.
I crushed my pussy into his face, moaning in ecstasy. He flicked my clit with his tongue and slipped a finger inside me. I was so wet, his thick digit went in easily, and after he withdrew it, a second finger joined it. I cried out again, “Liam!”
Liam moved his other hand up to mine as I gripped the couch. Entwining my slim, pale fingers with his thick, brown ones, he pulled my hand over to rest it on top of his head. I gasped and wrapped my hand through his hair, pulling him even closer against me, if that was at all possible.
It had been a long time since I had felt this way. Truthfully, I had never felt this way. Liam’s lips buzzed against me, and I let up on his head, realizing he was trying to say something. “Come for me, Katie,” he moaned. “Let go and come for me.”
I thought he would speed up his efforts, but while his fingers moved in and out of me faster and faster, his tongue circled and licked my clit in a maddeningly insistent way. I could feel the blood rushing from my head and every inch of me felt alive with desire.
All the stress, all the tension, all the teasing and tantalizing touches of the past few weeks had me in a frenzy. My climax built up within me and it felt as if I were climbing the hill of a very tall rollercoaster.
“Come for me,” he insisted again. His fingers slammed into me as his thumb pressed hard against my clit.
Liam
“Come for me,” I insisted. I slammed my fingers into her wet, dripping pussy and pressed my thumb hard against her engorged clit. At the same time, I slid my other hand up her waist and pinched her left nipple again.
“Liam! Liam!” Katie cried out. “I’m going to… I’m going to… I’m coming!”
I refused to let up as the juices from her orgasm gushed out over my waiting tongue. She did taste like honey, and I lapped up every inch of her, wanting more. Wanting to make her come again.
“Say my name again,” my voice raked.
“Liam!” She bucked against me once more and swirled her hips.
I withdrew my fingers from her, licked her slit from top to bottom again, and teased my tongue into her wet hole. Katie moaned and shuddered. I was going to go for round two when she pushed my head away.
“My turn,” she said. Her voice was low and sultry as she grasped my hand and stood, making me stand up with her.
Katie wagged a finger at me. “No, no, no,” she said. “You need to sit.” She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to the couch, raking her fingernails over my tattoo and then down the length of my body before stopping at the waistband of my jeans.
I hadn’t intended on letting it get this far, not without talking to Nicole—for real this time. My in
tention really had been to take Katie out, give her a kiss at the door, and leave like a gentleman. But once I started kissing her, it was hard to stop.
And now, she was unzipping my jeans and freeing up my very hard cock. “Katie,” I said, wanting to stop her. She pushed my pants down the way just as I had with hers a few moments before and, mirroring what I had done, dove into me head first.
“Damn,” I growled.
Katie took half my cock into her eager mouth in one go. I grunted. Much as I hadn’t minded pleasing Nicole, she refused to go down on me. She said it was “gross” and as a result, I hadn’t had a blowjob since my freshman year of college.
Moving her head back up, Katie focused her attentions on the tip of my hardness. She circled her tongue around the throbbing tip and tickled the underside with quick, flicking motions.
I pushed back onto the couch, my eyes rolling to the back of my head in ecstasy as she began bobbing up and down, slurping and sucking at my shaft. Her small hand wrapped around me, moving up and down. First slowly, then more insistent, then slowly again.
Then, she did something I never felt before in my life. Katie lowered her head, taking half of my raging cock into her mouth. And then, she started sucking. And I don’t mean the regular kind of sucking and licking most girls tried—a little bit here, a little bit there. This was like a vacuum cleaner trying to suck up the curtains off a wall. A heat began to build inside me, but I couldn’t tell whether I was coming or not. It didn’t matter. Her hot mouth was relentless.
My eyes popped back open. I had to see what she looked like, pleasuring me. As I looked down, I met Katie’s dark green eyes, staring at me intensely as she worshiped my cock. She winked and let the pressure go from inside her mouth.
Then, she reached down between her legs, scooped up some of the juices I’d left behind, and spread them onto my swollen member. Instead of wrapping her thin fingers around it once again, she shifted beneath my legs, dropped her hands to her tits, and enveloped my cock in her soft curves.
“Oh, Katie!” I roared.
Katie gently jerked me up and down, her milky white breasts soft and warm against my now-slick cock. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, her hand found mine, gripping the edge of the couch.
Again, mirroring my move from what seemed like hours earlier, Katie moved my hand to the top of her head as she lowered her lips onto the tip of my cock. She let me control the pace as I bucked my hips up into her soft mounds and waiting mouth.
At last releasing her breasts, she moved back slightly. My hands knotted into her hair and I moved her head up and down, faster and faster. She started moaning around my cock, and the orgasm rising inside me rumbled toward the surface.
“I’m gonna come!” I let go of her hair and tried to push her head away. Instead of leaving off my cock, she pulled her cheeks in and started sucking again.
“Oh, God, Katie!” I threw my head back. “Katie!” I called once more and unloaded into her eager mouth as she hungrily lapped up my seed.
I fell against the couch, panting, not realizing how tensed up I’d been. Katie continued to lick the remnants of our session off my sensitive shaft. “Fuck,” I cried out, “that was amazing.”
She pulled her lips away from my cock, “Do you think you can?”
Through the haze of sex and lust, I looked down at her. “What?”
“Fuck,” she purred. “Do you think you can? It’s okay if you don’t have protection. I’m on the pill.”
My mouth fell open. She was so bold, I didn’t know how to respond. Katie stood up and took my hand. My legs felt weak, but I stood up with her. Holding my hand, she pulled me toward the bedroom.
“Katie.” I stopped. “I don’t think…”
Katie looked back at me, disappointed. “Because you…finished?” she hesitated. “I knew I should have let up. It’s my fault. I’m sorry. I just wanted to—”
“No,” I cut her off. My cock was already coming back to life. I could probably come three more times tonight and still be rock hard. Wanting to reassure her, I leaned in and gave Katie a soft kiss. “Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not you. It’s just we already did more tonight than I planned.”
“Because you want to savor me?” her voice teased. “I thought you already did that.”
“It’s not you.” I shook my head. “It’s this whole thing with Nicole.”
She dropped my hand. “What?”
Why had I brought up Nicole? Why hadn’t I just said I was tired from the academy and the fun we’d just had? I tried to explain. “I haven’t broken up with her yet, and—”
“You what?” she shouted. Her sage-green eyes went dark again, like the ocean after a storm.
I shook my head, confused. “You said you knew the whole thing. She’s—”
“She’s still your girlfriend?” Katie yelled. “Do you know what I’ve been through in the past few days, Liam? Do you know what I saw when I came home from my class on Halloween? I saw my best friend, fucking my boyfriend. And do you know what I did, Liam? I called her a cheating whore, and I left.”
“But I—”
“But you,” she pointed at me “just turned me into the same no-good-cheating whore I accused her of being. I can’t believe I fell for it. Of course, you haven’t broken up with Nicole. Because you’re never going to break up with her, Liam. Guys never do. Not until they’re caught. So, of course, you wanted to hook up with me—have your cake and eat it, too.”
Katie
He looked perplexed, but I didn’t care. Clearly, after how I’d behaved, practically devouring him at Becca’s Halloween party, Liam thought I was easy. The whole, “Oh, I’ll go to art class with you,” and “Oh, we should totally work out together” was just a pretense.
How could I be so stupid! I thought. How could I fall for someone like this all over again? I knew it was a mistake, trying to date someone so soon after Ben. I should have known I’d repeat the same pattern all over again. The voice inside my head screamed at me for being such a complete idiot.
Liam wasn’t a nice guy. He was a liar and a cheat and probably thought I was a whore who would just put up with his philandering and put out whenever he wanted. Well, he was wrong. I wasn’t going to be like Amber. I wasn’t going to be the other woman.
“Put your pants back on and get the hell out of my apartment, Liam,” I snarled. “For that matter, get the hell out of my life. I don’t ever want to see, hear, or speak to you ever again.”
Naked or not, vulnerable or not, I marched over to his discarded shirt, grabbed it up, and threw it at him. As Liam spluttered and stammered, I turned my back on him and marched back to my bedroom.
I waited until I heard Liam close the door behind him. Then, I flopped onto my bed and sank into my pillows, crying. I cried for Ben and the relationship I’d lost, and for Amber and the friendship I’d lost. But mostly, I cried for Liam. He had seemed like such a sweet, charming guy. I didn’t just want to sleep with him, and it was more than a simple crush. I was falling for him.
My relationship with Ben hadn’t been good. Not for a long time. I never would have realized that if it hadn’t been for Liam. I never would have realized how much better sex or intimacy could be, and it was good with Liam. I had to admit that—even if we hadn’t gone all the way.
I wouldn’t have even minded a quickie or even a revenge fuck that was just a one-night stand, to be perfectly honest. But Liam had tricked me into believing that my life could be different—that I could have someone who liked talking with me and spending time with me. And I had started to open my heart to him, even though it was so soon after my breakup. What a snake.
Sobbing, I reached for the phone and called Emma. Even though it was late, she picked up and gave a muffled, “Hello?”
“Emma, I’m so sorry. I know it’s late. I just need a friend right now,” I sniffled.
In the background, I could hear what sounded like a male voice say, “Is everything okay
?”
“Sorry, TV,” Emma said into the phone, though somehow, I doubted that was true. “I’ll be right over.”
Five minutes later, Emma came bursting through the front door. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” she said, finding me collapsed on the bed.
“Liam,” I cried. “He… we… we went out for our date tonight, and then we came back to my place.”
“Did he force you to do something you didn’t want to do?” Emma’s voice was sharp. “Because I do have a gun, and I do know how to use it.”
“No, no,” I promised. “It’s not like that. We fooled around a little… well, a lot, and it was great, and then just when we were about to go into the bedroom, he… he told me he couldn’t because he has a girlfriend.”
“What?” Emma said. “Oliver told me she was gone!”
Emma sat on the edge of my bed and whipped out her phone. She pressed a single button that made me realize she either had just called Oliver or had added him to her speed dial. Emma paused a moment, looking at me, concerned, then practically shouted into her phone, “Oliver, what the fuck? I thought you told me Liam’s girlfriend was gone.”
“Huh?” she paused and looked over to me, holding the phone to her chest for a moment. “Do you mind if I put him on speaker phone?” she asked.
I sniffled and shook my head. “Okay,” Emma said into the phone. “Oliver, I’m putting you on speaker phone. Can you explain, please? Because right now, I think that your best friend is the biggest asshole on the planet.”
Oliver’s voice came over the phone as Emma placed it on the bed between us. “Nicole lives like five hours away from here,” he started.
This surprised me, but then, I had tried not to ask Liam about the girl I thought was his ex, so I never realized they were in a long-distance relationship. Not that this fact really mattered, but it did explain why he’d been ready, willing, and able to ravish me on a moment’s notice.
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