by S A Clayton
When his tongue leaves me once more, I stand up and turn around, looking down at his smiling face. “What?” he asks innocently.
“Either you fuck me right now, or I leave to get myself off,” I mutter angrily as he gets up off his knees. His hands find my hips and he spins me around so I face the glass once more. He presses himself flush against my back and his eyes meet mine in the reflection of the window.
“You do not get to dictate this, JJ. You are mine tonight, and this”—he cups my pussy hard as he jerks two fingers inside me, making me cry out at the intense intrusion—“is mine to take whenever and however I wish.” I nod because fuck, those words are enough to send me over the edge, especially with those talented fingers doing things to me I didn’t even know were possible.
“Take off the bra. I want to see your tits against this window. I want everyone down on the street to see what I do to this sexy as fuck body of yours,” he grunts, his fingers continuing their ministrations. My hands start to shake as they reach back to undo the clasp. It takes a few times since all I can do is concentrate on the feel of his fingers inside me, trailing against my G-spot. Once it’s off I gasp at the feel of the cold glass against my puckered nipples. “Do not come,” he whispers against my ear as he pulls my hair to the side and begins to kiss down the back of my neck. My breath hitches at the feeling of his lips on my skin as his fingers slow and I shudder at the change of pace.
“Look at you…” he murmurs against my shoulder, our eyes meeting in the reflection of the glass. “You look like a goddess with my fingers so deep inside you.” He begins to kiss my neck again as my head tips back and unintelligible words fall from my lips. My body starts to shake, his fingers picking up their pace.
“Please…” I beg. I need to come, and if he doesn’t give me permission soon my whole body will combust. “Please, Liam…please let me come.” My voice gets weaker the harder his fingers fuck me. They drag against that magical spot and my knees give out. His arm wraps around my waist, bringing me flush against him as his fingers continue to punish me.
“I love how you react to my touch,” he whispers against me, and I shiver as a chuckle rumbles through him. “You need to come, angel?” he asks, biting my ear and sending my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I say nothing. I just nod my head hoping it’s enough. “Come for me, JJ. Come all over my fingers so I can sink my cock deep inside you.” With those words, I go off like a rocket. My whole body shudders with the release as Liam pins my body to his. I think I scream his name, but I can’t be sure because all I see is white, and all I hear is the ringing in my ears as I come down from one the best orgasms I’ve ever received.
“Holy. Shit,” I mutter, my head pitching forward against the glass. Liam removes his fingers achingly slow and I try to catch my breath. In the reflection, those same fingers make their way past his lips and I whimper at the pleasure on his face. Where did this guy come from?
“You think you’re done?” he teases, giving me that mischievous smirk that sends a new sense of arousal through my body. Our eyes stay connected as I hear the rustling of metal that lets me know his pants are off and hitting the ground. The sound echoes through the empty apartment as my head turns and he secures a condom over his enormous cock. Our eyes meet just as he grips my hips, bringing me flush against him. “I have thought of this moment for days, JJ.” He presses me against the window once more and the feel of the cold glass against my breasts sends shudders through me. His fingers tighten their grip on my hips as he thrusts against me, his cock nestled against my ass.
“Me too…” I say, my head tilting back against his shoulder. One of his hands takes my chin, angling my face toward him, as his lips take mine in a possessive kiss that rivals the first one. “Fuck me,” I beg, pushing my ass further against his hard body, needing more. More of him, more of this.
“Your wish is my command,” he mutters as he lines up the head of his cock to my entrance, and before I can complain, he thrusts himself deep. “Fuck…baby, this is…” He doesn’t finish because I push my ass back, sinking his cock deeper inside me. “Jesus,” he groans, his lips finding their way back to my neck and up towards the shell of my ear. “What do you need, gorgeous?” he whispers as he slowly pulls that glorious cock out of my heat and enters me again just as slow.
“I need you to fuck me, Liam. Not slow. I need it hard and I need it now,” I grunt, pushing back against him, hoping it’ll make him go harder and faster. But all I manage to do is get him to stop completely while he’s seated inside me.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asks as I cry out in frustration. What do I need to do? Spell it out?
“Yes!” I yell as he laughs, but before I can make a sarcastic comment, both his hands grip my hips, bucking his hips so hard that every thought I had leaves my head and I weep in satisfaction. He sets a punishing pace, as his cock gets so deep I wonder if he could break my cervix in half. Is this what sex is supposed to feel like? It feels as if my whole body’s on fire the harder he fucks me.
“Angel, I need to see you come all over my cock,” he mutters as he retreats and spins me to face him. My back hits the glass and his hands grip my ass, lifting me. My legs automatically wrap themselves around his hips as he thrusts deep once again, sending my head rolling back. His lips find my neck instantly and I whimper, his fingers digging into my ass the harder he fucks me. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me,” he groans as his eyes meet mine in pure lust. I can see the hunger there and my fingers rake through his hair, bringing his lips back to mine. I need to kiss him. I need to feel all of him against me.
His tongue begs entrance and the moment it touches mine everything changes. The kiss turns sensual as his thrusts change to an achingly slow pace that sets my skin on fire. I can feel the orgasm in the pit of my stomach and I know if he continues at this pace it’ll all be over. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as he slowly thrusts in and out, my fingers digging into his scalp. He grunts into my mouth as he gets closer and closer to release.
“I can feel you squeezing me, sweetness. I know you’re close.” My head tilts back as my hips start bucking faster and faster, needing more friction. “I know what you need, baby…” he mutters, pulling me off the glass and spinning us towards the couch. The moment he sits with my legs astride his, I smile down at him. His knowing smirk tells me everything he wants and my hips move on their own. His head dips back the faster I buck against him and before long, both of us are gripping each other tightly.
“I’m gonna come!” I grunt, Liam gripping my ass and holding me still as his hips piston up into me. After three thrusts, I see stars, the orgasm ripping though my body like a freight train. I ride through the orgasm, my fingers gripping his hair, and pulling his lips back to mine. After a few blissful moments I bask in the feeling of Liam tensing beneath me.
“Yes…fuck, JJ, just like that!” he cries as I continue to ride him with wild abandon until he deflates against the couch, out of breath. “Jesus. That was…” he says breathlessly as I smile down at him.
“Amazing,” I finish for him. Because it was. And I know right then that we have to do that again.
And again.
And again.
I’ve been up for an hour and I can’t stop looking at her. JJ is asleep beside me with a simple sheet covering her ass. My eyes roam over her naked back, loving the way it expands with every breath she takes. My hands are itching to touch her skin, to turn her over and lick every inch of her body…again, but she needs her rest. Last night was better than I ever imagined, and believe me…I imagined. A lot. Yet nothing compared to having her beneath me, screaming my name while I buried myself deep inside her.
A ringing from the next room takes me out of my daydream and I jump from the bed to grab my phone It could be the office, and knowing the way Damon has been lately, if I don’t answer quickly he’ll make my life hell. I cannot wait until I can do the same to him one day.
“Hello?” I pick up without
looking at who’s calling. I regret it the moment I hear the voice on the other end of the line.
“William, honey, I’m so glad you decided to pick up the phone this time.” My mother’s voice sounds annoyed and satisfied all at the same time. She has a knack for thinly veiling her contempt for your life in an otherwise normal conversation. And it seems that this is one of those times.
“Hello, Mother. What can I do for you?” I ask, walking towards the kitchen and turning on the coffee machine. I look back toward the bedroom and see JJ still asleep in my bed.
“Does a mother need a reason to call her son?” she says sweetly, but I roll my eyes, wanting the smell of coffee to bring me some semblance of peace. I know her, she never calls just for the hell of it, and there is always an ulterior motive. “Fine,” she mutters after a moment of silence from me. “I wanted to make sure you were coming to the Christmas party.”
“Parties aren’t really my thing, Mother,” I mutter, annoyed that I have to even think about them this time of year. It’s supposed to be a time of joy right? Then let me bask in my joy alone…away from them.
“That’s ridiculous. Who doesn’t love parties?” she scoffs like I’m a pariah. “Besides, you need to be there, Taylor is insisting on it, and I want you there. No excuses.” Of course she does. Typical.
“Taylor does this all the time. She says she has big news, but it turns out she’s just home for a week,” I say, because Taylor loves the drama and I know if I go to this thing, that’s all it will be.
“William Arthur. I don’t care what you have to do, but you will be there,” She yells, and I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Fine, I’ll be there,” I concede just as a pair of warm arms snake around my waist. I turn in JJ’s arms and pull her into my chest. She tilts her head up, her chin resting on my stomach and I instantly relax.
“Hi,” she whispers, kissing my chest lightly. I kiss the top of her head and I love the way she sighs, closing her eyes as my lips touch her skin.
“Hi,” I whisper back, covering the end of the phone so my mother doesn’t hear.
“Look, Mother, I’ll be there. I promise. Actually, put me down for a guest as well,” I say as JJ’s eyes widen. I wink at her just as my mother says something about last-minute additions, blah, blah, blah. I don’t listen, taking the phone from my ear and hanging up and wrap my arms around her waist and lift her so she’s sitting on the counter.
“Who is this plus one you speak of?” she teases as my lips trail a path up her neck towards her mouth.
“I believe the night we met we made a deal…” Her lips lightly brush against mine and I try and deepen it, but she pulls back, smiling up at me.
“Oh we did, did we?” There’s a sparkle in her eye telling me she knows exactly what I’m talking about. So I do the one thing I know works to get information from a sexy woman. I tickle her.
“Stop!” she screams, twisting away from me, and leaning back on the island. My fingers are relentless as they torture her until she can barely stand it anymore. “Okay! Okay! I’ll go,” she yells making my hands stop their assault, leaving her breathless with a huge smile on her face. “Happy now?” she asks, and I just shake my head.
“Nope.” I step up to the counter, pulling her legs until her core is flush with mine. My lips find hers once again and I kiss her with everything I have. She whimpers into me, her hands finding their way into my hair and pulling me close. I reluctantly pull away and watch her eyes come back into focus as I smile down at her. “Now I’m happy,” I say, smiling, taking her lips once more. I can’t seem to get enough of this woman.
The coffee machine goes off behind me and I pull away to turn it off. JJ sits with her legs dangling as I make both of us a cup. “So what’s this party you’re forcing me to go to against my will?” I give her eyes from across the kitchen as she sticks out her tongue. I hand her her cup and lean back against the counter opposite to her.
“My parents always have a Christmas party on Christmas Eve, but I hate going,” I admit as her eyes shoot up. “My family and I have never gotten along, as you know. So I never had the urge to be around them, and I would use every excuse in the book to get out of it, but that never really worked.”
“Even at Christmas?” she asks, and I shake my head. She’s silent for a second before she looks back up at me. “I can’t imagine having parents and not seeing them on Christmas…” I know she’s thinking about her own parents and how much she misses that family gathering, but it’s different for me.
“Angel, I never got along with my family, you know that.” Her gaze meets mine but her eyes are still sad.
“I just don’t like the fact that you’re alone on Christmas. No one should be alone.”
I smile down at her because her sweetness is overwhelming to me. I have never met anyone, besides Mama Jenn, who’s looked at me the way she is right now. It sends a warm feeling over my skin.
“Sweetness, I am not alone. I go see Mama Jenn on Christmas. Every year.” Her eyes perk up at that admission and I smile. I could fall hard for this girl.
Who am I kidding? It’s already happening.
“So why are you going to this one if you’ve skipped every other year?” she asks, taking a long sip of her coffee and moaning at the taste. I do the same before I answer, loving the feel of the warmth cascading down my throat.
“Apparently Taylor, my sister, has a big announcement for the family and I am not to miss it.” I do an impression of my mother’s voice at the end that brings a smile to JJ’s luscious lips and I can’t keep away from her anymore. I set my mug on the counter behind me and stalk towards her.
“So you need me there for moral support?” she asks, my hands grasping her hips, bringing her flush against me.
“Something like that,” I murmur, my lips lightly brush against her neck, sending her head leaning back.
“Okay. I’ll be there,” she whispers as my lips travel to that spot under her ear she loves so much. I smile against her skin, loving the fact she thought she had a choice. I know I need her there with me, but having her around my family might be the biggest mistake I could make.
It’s been three weeks since our first official date and the greatest sex I’ve ever had in my life. Liam has been busy at work lately, but we manage to text each other throughout the day, which makes the distance seem bearable. Then there was the day he surprised me at lunch by coming over and fucking me over the side of our couch. Thank god, Clara was out at the time because she did not need to see that, even though I would love to do it again.
I’ll be there in 5
Liam texts and I give myself one more look in the mirror. Clara and I went shopping yesterday and she picked out this sexy-as-hell red dress for tonight. I’m usually a jeans and tank top kind of girl, so when she showed me this one off the rack I thought she was insane. I reminded her I was meeting Liam’s parents for the first time and that I did not need to look like the slut that’s fucking their son. But she assured me it was fine, and the minute I put it on I knew she was right. I couldn’t wait for Liam to see it on me…and then take it off me. The dress is crimson red and hits me right above the knees, and with the matte black heels Clara loaned me, I look amazing. The best part of the dress is the back. It’s covered in red lace and shows more skin than I’m usually comfortable with, but I shove that feeling away because I know Liam will approve. At least I hope he does.
I hear a knock at the door and spin away from the mirror and toward the front door. The minute I open it and see Liam’s face, I know I made the right decision.
“Holy. Fuck,” he mutters, his mouth hanging open. His eyes travel down the length of me and just devours me with every pass.
“You like it?” I ask, spinning, and I know the minute he eyes the back of the dress because a sound I’ve never heard from him echoes in the hallway. Before I know what’s happening he pushes his way into my apartment, slams the door shut behind him, and pushes me up against it.
“Liam…” I beg as his tongue does wicked things over my skin. “Please…” I need him. I don’t care if I have to re-do my makeup, I just need to feel him.
“I can’t wait, angel, I can’t go through tonight and not feel you.” I get it. His hands grasp the edge of my skirt and lift it so my panties are exposed. He growls when he sees the red lace and I smirk silently, thanking Clara for that idea. “Damn, baby,” he murmurs as his fingers dip into my heat, making my whole body shake in ecstasy. “This is gonna be fast and hard. We gotta go soon.” I have no words. I want everything he just said.
My hands hastily undo his belt, and I love the way his fingers tighten against my hips the minute my fingers brush his cock. “Take it out,” he grunts, and I do as he says, loving the smooth texture against my palm. “Brace yourself,” he mutters as he grabs my ass and lifts me as if I weigh nothing. He uses the door as leverage as he pull my panties to the side and lines up his cock with my wet entrance. He thrusts in without warning and I scream; the feeling of his cock sends pure pleasure rocketing through me. He feels so warm and big inside me, it’s so much better than any other time before. It’s not until his third thrust that I realize why it’s so different.
“Fuck, Liam, we forgot the condom.” I cringe as he slips in and out once more. “Fuck, why do you feel so good,” I grunt as his eyes meet mine, the questioning look in his eyes searching mine. “I’m on the pill,” I say, knowing this is a huge step.