All of Me: Liam & Sophie

by Callie Harper

  “Yes, you can tell Emma we’re officially sort-of seeing each other.”

  “Officially, sort-of,” Chase repeated to Emma. I heard her ask, “What does that mean?”

  “She wants to know—”

  “Yeah, I can hear her,” I cut him off, annoyed more with myself than the two of them. Emma seemed like a sweetheart. Up until now, the two of us had hit it off well, spending some time together when Chase had been in the Olympics, when they’d come to visit last Fourth of July and, of course, their wedding. She’d probably think I was a lowlife if she knew it all.

  “I don’t know what to say.” I paced around my living room, pent-up energy coursing through my body. “It’s complicated.”

  “Because of her? Or—”

  “No, dude, it’s me. I’m probably fucking everything up.”

  “Tell him to just tell her how he feels,” Emma said to Chase. They should just put me on speaker phone.

  “Yeah.” Palm on the back of my neck, I looked out at the ocean. The waves were choppy today, crashing into each other in a white and gray mess.

  “Worked for me,” Chase added.

  Leave it to the happily married couple to make it all sound so easy. “OK, thanks guys. I’ve got to go.”

  “We scared him off,” Chase said to Emma.

  “Tell him we’re rooting for him!” she replied.

  “Next time just put me on speaker phone,” I suggested, mildly annoyed but also smiling. I was happy for Chase that he’d found someone he obviously clicked with so hard. And they’d had their own complications along the way but they’d worked it out. So, maybe I’d try their advice.

  I headed over to the studio, sending Sophie a quick “on my way” text before I hopped in my truck. She was making good progress on the space, far faster than I’d ever imagined. I had to hand it to her, she was a determined little thing when she set her mind to something. She hadn’t been shy, either, about pestering the historical society and keeping it up every day to make sure they saw her side of things. She didn’t have a general contractor managing the renovation project, either. When I’d suggested she look into hiring one, she’d seemed offended.

  “And miss all the fun?” She’d given me a crazy smile. I liked her even more for wanting to roll up her sleeves and get into it. She was kind and nice but could be tough as hell when she needed to be. She was the kind of person you wanted in your corner. Man, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, could I?

  I parked a block away from her studio and walked there, coaching myself in my head. I should talk to her and tell her how I felt. That sounded simple. And I should go easy on her. She had to be sore from last night. Maybe today, just some kissing and cuddling. Maybe I could go down on her. Just the thought of that and I already had a raging erection.

  But if things escalated—and they shouldn’t I reminded myself—but if they did I needed to put on a goddamn condom. I knew I was clean and she probably was, too, but the last thing we needed was a pregnancy thrown into the mix. We were already complicated enough as it was. Although suddenly the image of Sophie pregnant with my baby and smiling at me nearly stopped me in my tracks. My heart hurt. What the hell was happening?

  I walked in and it took me all of sixty seconds to have her pressed up against the wall, kissing her like I’d been dying to do it for years instead of having seen her less than 12 hours ago. In my defense, she instigated it, throwing her arms around me and pressing that supple, flexible body of hers all up on me. I was like a panther with fresh meat. I’m not even sure we managed to say hello before we started stripping each other down, Sophie just as eager as me.

  We did manage to make it into the back room where the flooring was all ripped up. Over in the one corner, I did the honor of tearing off her panties and pushed her against the wall.

  “Wet already.” I brought my fingers between her legs, sliding them up to touch my version of heaven. Slick and hot, she just about melted at my touch.

  “You get me so wet,” she murmured, kissing my neck, sucking me there, even getting a little teeth into the game.

  “Are you sore from last night?” I’d torn into her, back and front. She looked ready to go, pink and flushed and so damn wet, but I wanted to be sure.

  “Yes.” She brought her hand down to my cock, circling the tip with her thumb, taking some precum and rubbing it along my crown. I groaned as she grasped it, stroking and caressing until I grew even larger in her grasp. “But I want more.”

  In an instant, I grabbed her hands and pinned them hard over her head, holding her at her wrists. “You want to get fucked?” I asked, cupping her ass with my free hand, positioning myself between her legs.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  Swiftly, I brought my tip to her entrance, so slick and hot, and thrust up inside. I didn’t go slowly. I pushed into her and she gasped, biting her lip. I was sure she was sore, but she’d said she wanted more and that was what I was going to give her. Urgent and intense, I started fucking her, sliding in and out, nothing but the sounds of our bodies, the smell of our fucking.

  Out of the corner of my eye I realized a mirror captured us. I went hard on her like an animal, shoving her up against the wall as she moaned. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust, her nipples pebbled into hard pink tips.

  “You want more?” I growled, tilting her ass so I could fuck her harder, faster.

  “Oh! Uh!” She couldn’t form words anymore as I slammed into her, our bodies slick and wild, slapping together.

  “Watch us cum,” I ordered her, turning her head to the side to look into the mirror. She locked onto the image of us fucking and her gaze darkened, turned on by watching me use her, watching our lust consume us.

  I brought my thumb to her clit and stroked in rhythm with my thrusts, taking her higher, higher until we both climaxed. Nothing felt so good as cumming deep inside Sophie, the feel of her pussy contracting around my cock, her cries of release mingling with my low groan. We fit together, she and I, in a tight lock, like we were made for each other.

  I rested my head against her forehead, letting her arms come down, rubbing her wrists where I’d held her so tight.

  “I hope that didn’t hurt,” I murmured as my heart rate started to come down.

  “It did and I liked it.” She gave my neck a kiss. I groaned, pulling out of her, making sure she was settled all right on her feet.

  “You’re going to kill me, Sophie.”

  “Or the other way around.” She smiled up at me as she said it, but her insight jabbed at my conscience. I turned from her so she wouldn’t see my guilty reaction.

  I pulled my clothes back on and started getting busy setting up my tools. Everything that needed to come up in the flooring had been removed. I’d put in new insulation last week. Now it was time to gingerly re-position each floorboard. I could only lightly sand the planks. Reshaping or fitting was a big no-no, so like a puzzle each piece needed to go back where it had lain before. This was the kind of work that made renovations such a headache. But within another week it would be done. I could wipe it down with some mineral spirits, get the baseboards back on and she’d be good to go.

  Then I remembered. “I didn’t use a condom.” The words came out wooden, filled with regret.

  “We should have talked about that first.” She put her hand on my arm. “I have an IUD and I’m clean, so on my end…”

  “Me, too,” I assured her, feeling relief surge through me. “But I’m sorry we didn’t talk first. I always make sure—”

  She winced and stopped me. “I don’t want to hear about how you are with other women.”

  “Sorry.” I hadn’t thought that would make her jealous. Maybe she was feeling some of the crazy emotions I was?

  We spent the rest of the day together, listening to music while we worked. She was sanding a door that needed to be repainted. She did the work slowly but carefully, paying loving attention to the detail in the wood. I made a lot of progress on the floorboards. We talked and
laughed the whole time, enjoying the sound of the rain against the window panes that Sunday afternoon.

  “I’m thinking pizza,” she suggested around five o’clock. “That sound good?”

  “Perfect.” That really described the whole day, the sex, the ease of companionship, everything about Sophie. We tipped the poor drowned pizza delivery boy extra for his troubles, and headed up to her little apartment. Each time I saw, it she’d made it more homey. She had a rug in the main room now and a small sofa.

  “Look at you!” I complimented her, patting the furniture. “Getting all set up.”

  “I know! I’m so excited.”

  “Did you ever get settled into a place when you lived in New York? Or did you move around a bunch?”

  We sat down with pizza and beers and she told me about her years in the city, living on the Upper East Side but really living at the dance company in midtown. It sounded like she’d had a bunch of roommates, plus one live-in boyfriend whose head I’d like to rip off with my bare hands. But I didn’t say it. I took it out on my pizza instead, viciously tearing into a slice.

  “You don’t know how lucky you are!” she exulted, savoring a chewy, salty bite. “I could never eat this kind of thing! My teachers would all have a fit if they could see me now.” She seemed delighted at the idea.

  “What would they think?” I couldn’t imagine anyone finding fault in Sophie’s appearance.

  She barked out a loud laugh. “They’d think I’m fat as a cow!”

  “No.” Not possible.

  “Obese,” she insisted, running her hand over her stomach.

  “Do you feel that way?”

  She shrugged, tilting her head to the side and considering the question. The fact that she even had to pause to formulate her answer made me angry. “I’m getting used to it. But I’ve had it drilled into me from such an early age, the virtue of staying abnormally thin. You know what professional ballerinas do during lunchtime?”

  I shook my head; no I did not know.

  “They get on the elliptical to burn calories. It’s insane.”

  “I hope you feel good about your body now.” I moved to touch her, wrap my hand around her waist. “You’re so gorgeous.”

  “You make me feel gorgeous.” She smiled at me shyly.

  “I like that.” I kissed her, running my hand through her hair. The thought that she’d spent so many years chasing an unrealistic ideal, torturing and denying herself, that didn’t sit well with me. She needed to enjoy herself. “You know, this pizza’s been delicious.” I kissed her again, reaching a hand down to the swell of her breast, the curve of her hip. “But I’m feeling like I want some dessert.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I don’t think I have anything.”

  Silly thing, she thought I meant food. “Lie back,” I told her as my hands went to her waistband.

  “Oh, you mean—!”

  “Let me show you what I mean.” She lay down and I slid off her panties, then settled in between her legs. I loved the smell of her, the glistening arousal I could already see. She was so sensitive, the second I touched the tip of my tongue to her pussy she gasped, her fingers curling into the sofa cushion. I laughed, enjoying the power of her response, and I started playing with her, giving her a lick right where she needed it, then moving away, kissing, licking, making her wiggle her hips and whimper.

  “You like that.” I reveled in her arousal, picking my head up to blow gently on her wetness.

  “Ooh.” She writhed in my hands, her nipples standing out firm against her T-shirt.

  “Are you going to cum for me?” I asked, knowing the answer but wanting to her it from her lips.

  “Yes,” she moaned and I dove back in, fucking her with my tongue as I used my fingers to play with her clit. She rose her hips up and pushed against my mouth, impatient. I moved to the side and bit her inner thigh.

  “You lay down and take it,” I told her. “I decide when you cum.”

  With a frustrated groan, she went limp again, spreading her thighs wide for me. I took my time, enjoying the way she quivered as I showered light kisses on her thighs, her stomach. She jumped when I finally brought my mouth back to her pussy and pushed my tongue up against her slick clit. I grabbed her ass cheeks and held her right where I wanted her, fastening her there so I could feast on her. Licking, sucking, she shuddered around me, gasping and moaning.

  “Now you cum.” I sucked hard on her clit as I plunged two fingers up inside her pussy, deep.

  She cried out, grabbing hold of a sofa cushion, sobbing as I sucked and licked every last bit of pleasure out of her.

  “Liam.” She sounded winded, as if she’d just finished a sprint.

  I smiled at her, pulling her up to sit on my lap on the couch. She nestled there, her head against my chest. I was rock hard underneath her bottom, but I wasn’t going to push for anything more. I’d already taken her against the wall earlier that day, and I’d loved going down on her. The woman needed to rest.

  But damn the little minx if she didn’t start moving against me. At first I thought she was squirming to get comfortable. But then she moved her hand down, too, right against my cock and there was no mistaking what she was doing.

  “Can I…?” she started to ask, tentative, shy. “Can I touch you, Liam?” Her fingers at the button of my fly, she looked into my eyes.

  “You want to touch me?” I wasn’t going to say no.

  She nodded, adding in a whisper. “I want to go down on you. I want to make you feel good.” With a quick smile, she scrambled down to her knees, still naked from the waist down.

  “Take your top off.” I watched her, lust already clouding my gaze and she leaned back on her heels and took off her shirt, then her bra. I pulled my jeans and briefs off, then settled back onto the couch with my legs parted enough for her to get in close.

  “You’re so big,” she marveled, moving to grasp my cock with her hands. She ran her fingers along its length, tracing the veins, outlining the smooth edge of my crown. I did have a big cock, thick and long, and I didn’t know how much of it she could take down her throat. But I’d enjoy whatever she managed.

  “Start slow,” I coaxed her. “And relax.”

  Eager, she scooted closer to the couch, then bent down over my cock and darted out her tongue in a slow lick, swirling along my head. “Mmm,” she sighed, bending down again, taking more in. Sucking, swirling, she worked her way down, then up again, exploring my cock with her mouth.

  But then she popped off and looked up at me, sexy through her eyelashes. “Liam?” she asked. “Will you show me how you like it?”

  “You want me to show you how I like it?” My voice sounded thick and gruff with desire. She nodded. “All right. Just follow my lead.” My cock swelled, ready for my eager student.

  I brought my hand to the back of her head, cupping it there. She looked at me once again, smiling before she brought her sweet mouth down again, hot and wet. I fisted my hand in her hair, gaining purchase so I could guide her in a rhythm, working her down along my cock, thrusting into her eager, open mouth.

  “Relax, baby,” I instructed, bringing her down on my cock, pushing my way down her throat. “Take me in and suck.”

  “Mmm,” she purred deep in her throat, the vibrations massaging me in her tight, wet heat. I could feel I was hitting the back of her throat and she started to gag.

  “Relax your throat,” I guided her, pulling out slightly but keeping the rhythm. With my other hand I reached down and found her nipple, toying with it in my fingers. It was taut with arousal. She liked going down on her knees and serving me. “Show me how good you can suck, baby,” I coaxed her, twisting her nipple in my fingers.

  Eyes open wide, watering with effort she looked up at me and took my cock in deep, then deeper than before. I grabbed her hair hard, pushing her down on my dick, watching her work to get me off. She moaned deep in her throat as she struggled to suck me in deep. It felt so good and she looked so hot, on
her knees before me, taking me down her throat. I could feel the cum building inside me, my balls tightening.

  Rougher now, I grabbed her hair and started fucking her face. “That’s it,” I encouraged her. “Suck it.” She whimpered with need, sucking and slurping as I grew close.

  “I’m going to cum, Sophie,” I told her and I released her hair, giving her the option of coming off. The thought of cumming down her throat sounded amazing, but she might need to work up to it. I could cum all over her tits instead and I wouldn’t complain. But she stayed on me, taking me farther down her throat, sucking and moaning on my cock to let me know exactly where she wanted it.

  “Ah, Sophie,” I groaned, leaning back on the sofa, watching intently as she kept up the rhythm, taking me down so deep. Starting to cum, I brought my hand to the back of her head again, holding her there as I thrust down her throat, spurting hot and deep down into her. Her eyes wide, she sucked and groaned, swallowing everything I had to give her.

  “Yes,” I groaned, cumming and cumming more as she eagerly sucked and licked, swallowing me down. She didn’t stop until I relaxed back onto the couch, limp and spent. Slowly sliding off me, she smiled up with a satisfied expression on her face.

  “You taste so good.” She rested her head on my thigh.

  “Holy shit, Sophie.” I could barely speak. She’d just given me the best blow job of my life.

  “That turned me on so much,” she confessed, climbing back up to my lap. Bringing my hand to her pussy, she showed me. “See how wet I am?”

  “From sucking me?” I asked, thrilled at the discovery.

  “Yes,” she agreed, eyes closed as she rested her head on my shoulder, moving my fingers against her clit. “Liam, I think…” She bucked her hips against my fingers. “I’m close again.”

  “You liked getting down on your knees for me.” I pressed against her clit, feeling how slick she’d become from serving. “You liked it when I grabbed your hair and pushed you down on my cock.” Leisurely, I fucked her with my fingers.

  “Yes,” she admitted, eyes closed, head resting against my shoulder.

  “And you liked swallowing my cum.”