by Skye Turner
This the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
It’s too much, leaning in, I take a naked nipple into my mouth and suckle. I moan at the sheer perfection of the experience.
The more I suckle, the more I want, and the more responsive she gets. She’s mewling and gasping my name, “Liam. Ohhh, Liam. L….I…A…M!”
I’m grinding my dick into the bed. It’s so hard and wants to be inside of her.
Trailing kisses down her stomach, I reach the waistband of her pants. The Promised Land. Trailing my hands up and down her sides and barely grazing the sides of her breasts, I finally take ahold of the waistband and glide them down her smooth legs. Her body is lean with just the right amount of curves. It’s beautiful; she’s beautiful.
I’m teasing her bellybutton with my tongue as I finally get her pants down. Leaning back, I gaze at her. She’s gorgeous.
Her hair is rumpled and sexy. Her skin is flushed from her desire. Her breasts are firm and lush. The nipples are glistening and standing proud. Her waist dips in and her hips flare out. My eyes focus on what I desperately want to taste and I’m slightly shocked. She’s almost bare. As she sees my gaze upon her, her skin flushes even more. She tries to close her legs, but I stop her with my hands on the inside of her thighs. Pushing her legs open a little wider, I just look. I need to look now, because once I go in, I’m going to forget to look and I need this image firmly cemented on my brain.
She squeaks out, “Liam, please stop looking at me like that. You’re making me really flustered.”
My brow raises and I smile at her. “Why? You’re absolutely perfect, Clove. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” I stop in wonderment as I realize this is true: Clove is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. She’s beautiful too, but everything about her is just perfect…. To me.
She frowns slightly and tries to sit up. “That’s not true. Stop. Don’t lie to me. You don’t have to lie, Liam.”
I look at her incredulously. I try to get her to understand. “I’m not lying, Clove. You’re amazing. You’re beautiful. I absolutely mean it. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
Something in my tone must pacify her, because she relaxes back against the pillows with a sigh. Her legs open a little more and my gaze is drawn to the glistening folds. Reaching out, I tease the slit with one finger. Not entering her, just rubbing the outside and spreading around the moisture that’s escaped. She sighs and her legs fall completely open. She’s watching my finger play over her.
Turning my finger, I enter her slowly and curl the end as I reach my knuckle. She moans and thrusts against my finger. I look away from my finger sheathed in her perfect pussy and see her also watching while she chews on her bottom lip.
That’s all it takes. Leaning down, I breathe across her mound while my finger continues to stroke her. She feels like velvet and her muscles are pulling at me. The first flick of my tongue against her nub causes her to jerk off up off of the bed.
Once the taste of her honeyed sweetness hits my tongue, I come unglued. It’s like ambrosia. I can’t get enough. I’m lapping and sucking on her clit while her pussy pulls at my finger and she mewls and thrashes and grinds into my face. I add a second finger and pump them harder as I lick and suck at her like she’s my last meal.
She’s so close, I can feel her pulling at me and her passion-fueled moans are causing an answering response in my groin. I have a feeling when she releases, I’m going to blow, too.
Oral sex has never been something I had to do. I could take it or leave it, but with Clove, it’s an out of body experience, and I never want to leave from between her legs.
Her breath hitches and she moans out, “Oh God, Liam. Ohhhhhh. I’m so close. Ohhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhh.” As she cums, she groans out my name and I have to press myself against the mattress as I swallow all of her juices. I shoot my load all over the front of my pants.
She’s still shaking as I look down at my pants and see the huge wet spot and start to chuckle. I haven’t done that in over ten years.
I can’t help chuckling at myself as she comes down from her orgasm.
Chapter Sixteen
Clove
He’s laughing. I just had the most explosive orgasm of my life and he’s laughing?! Did I do something wrong?
Shit, I sucked…
Of course you sucked, Clove. YOU didn’t DO anything! He did everything and you just laid there moaning and screaming and cutting off his air supply…
Oh my God. I’m so embarrassed.
Looking at him as he chuckles, I try to shift away from his body. I just need to cover myself. I want to curl up and hide!
As I’m rolling away, and reaching for the sheet, he stops me and says through his laughter, “Oh, no you don’t. Where do you think you’re going?”
I chance a glance at him and see his face is flushed and his blue eyes are twinkling.
I manage to stutter out, “I- I’m going to go to the bathroom… I need to um, I need to get ready for my day.” I can’t maintain eye contact, so I hastily look away. He says my name in a confused voice, “Clove?”
I manage to get out of the bed and grab a shirt that’s on the chair near Liam’s bed. I have to cover my nakedness. My top slides down, hiding my breasts, but I have nothing to cover my naked ass other than Liam’s shirt.
He’s now sitting up in his bed and looking at me with an uneasy expression on his face. He goes to get up and I hold my hands out to stop him. He looks completely perplexed. “What’s wrong, Clove? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you. It was too soon. I’m sorry.”
Um, WHAT?! He’s apologizing to ME? What the hell is he talking about? I just came completely unglued under his hands and mouth and embarrassed the shit out of myself and he’s apologizing to me?!
Shuffling from foot to foot, I look up at him. His face is tight. Shaking my head, I ask, “Why are you apologizing to me? I’m the one who flashed you and then told you to touch me. I basically begged you.” Laughing harshly, I continue, “And then I took and gave nothing in return, I’m so sorry.”
He’s taken aback. He opens his mouth to speak and then closes it. Then he shakes his head and chuckles before he gets up and walks over to me with his hands out in front of him. “What? I’m sorry, but I am so lost in this conversation. Why are you so spooked, Clove?” He reaches out and cups my shoulders with his large hands. Shivers run down my spine as he runs his hands down the silky white fabric of his shirt and it caresses my skin.
Looking away from him and over his shoulder, I manage to whisper, “I- we- you just… we just… well I did. But, you didn’t… And now you’re laughing at me.”
He’s silent, so I chance a glance at him. He’s staring at me in shock and his mouth is hanging open. He shakes his head before throwing it back. He laughs. I’m looking at him like he’s lost his mind.
After a few minutes, he composes himself and looks at me with a sweet smile. “I’m not laughing at you.” Leaning down, he kisses the tip of my nose.
Ok?!
He chuckles. “I’m not laughing at you, Clove. I’m laughing at me. I enjoyed myself quite a bit.” He licks his lips and my face burns up. He winks. “I’m laughing because I was so turned on at the sight and sounds of your pleasure that I completely embarrassed myself.”
I look at him in question. “What? What do you mean?”
He points down with a smirk. My eyes find his crotch. They widen. “Oh.” Then realizing what I’m seeing, I squeak out, “Ohhhhh.”
He laughs again. “Yeah. I’m the one who should be embarrassed. I’m a grown man and I just blew my load in my own pants from tasting you and giving you pleasure, Clove.” Leaning down, he kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips. “That was probably the single hottest moment of my life.”
I glance up at him in shock. His face is clear and he’s looking at me earnestly. I smile in relief. Oh. Oh wow. Liam just came from pleasuring me. Is he for real?!
He chuckles and says, “Give me
a minute, I need to” he gestures to his pants, “take care of this.”
I nod and he walks into his bathroom. I hear the sink turn on and I sit on the bed since my knees are threatening to give out. I just got intimate with Liam. Or he got intimate with me. I didn’t do anything. Holy shit! He’s a dream. That was better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I never knew oral sex could be so… fantastic.
A few minutes later, he comes out of the bathroom. The only covering he has is a towel, knotted at his hips. My eyes drink in the sight of him.
He chuckles and as I look up from his “V”, I see his cheeks are a shade darker than usual. I smirk at him. “Are you blushing?”
Shrugging, he says. “You’re looking at me like I’m on a menu.”
Before I can stop myself, I respond with, “You are; I want to devour you.”
I’ve taken him by surprise and he has a look of wonder on his face. Shaking his head, he walks to the closet. I watch his ass through the fabric of the towel as he grabs a pair of shorts from a shelf.
He turns around and catches me staring. Winking, he drops the towel to the floor.
Dear God, he’s fine.
My eyes take in the rippling muscles in his chest and arms, the tapered waist with a spattering of dark brown hair that starts at the top of his ribcage and follows the muscles down until it meets a well groomed thatch of dark hair, surrounding his impressive girth. My gaze locks on it. Holy hell!
His throat clears and I raise my eyes to meet his amused ones. He chuckles and says, “Stop looking at me like that. I’ve already embarrassed myself once today.” He slips on the shorts and zips them, leaving the top button undone.
My mouth is as dry as a desert.
Finally I snap out of it. Jeez, I’ve seen hot men before. I’ve seen naked men before. Shit, I’m pregnant…
When I can focus, I see Liam is smiling at me. He pats the bed next to him. He’s propped against the headboard and looking at me expectantly. Did he say something?!
He laughs again and says, “You’re good for my ego.”
Muttering under my breath, I retort, “Like your ego needs any stroking!”
He laughs out loud and again pats the mattress next to him. Crossing the room, I climb onto the bed and sit next to him, but don’t touch him. I can feel him looking at me.
I suddenly remember his face from the kitchen… before I flashed him and all of this happened. Looking at him, I ask before I can stop myself. “Why were you frowning in the kitchen when I was talking about my interview today with James Black?”
He looks at me in surprise and then looks away. After a bit, he looks back. His face seems masked. “No reason.”
I’m staring at him and watching his face closely. I’m not an expert at reading people, but I know when people are covering things up. At least sometimes, and Liam is. Frowning myself, I say, “You don’t like him?”
He looks at me and then sighs. “Honestly, no, I don’t. I don’t like him. I’ve heard the stories. I know he sleeps around.” My brows raise at his answer. “He is not the kind of guy I want you around, Clove. I know you and I just started this… whatever this is… but the thought of you spending a massive amount of time around James Black does not sit well with me.”
My mouth drops open in shock. “Are you… jealous?”
It’s his turn to be shocked. “No, I’m not jealous. Of course not. Why would I be jealous?!” I just stare at him. “He’s a playboy. I just don’t think you need to be around that.”
I smirk at him. He glares. “Why are you looking at me like that?!”
Leaning over, I kiss him gently. “I think you are jealous. He’s a playboy?! Really? Aren’t you a playboy, too? He makes blockbuster movies. You make gold records. But isn’t it the same kind of thing, Liam?”
He jumps up off of the bed. I’m shocked by his sudden movement. He stalks across the room, as he reaches the door, he turns back and glares at me. “No, it’s not the same thing. I don’t seduce virgins! I don’t have stories written in tabloids about me for breaking up marriages. I don’t have people following me trying to catch me with whatever starlet is currently occupying my bed.” He points at me. “YOU are better than that, Clove. I just don’t want him coming onto you.”
WHAT?! Why the hell does he think James Black would come onto me? I’m not a starlet. I’m not anyone. I’m a normal girl. What the hell is he talking about?!
“Liam, why the hell do you think James Black would want me? I just want to cook for him. Not grace his bed,” I say in exasperation.
He looks at me as if he’s seeing me for the first time. Then, he shakes his head as he mutters, “She’s crazy. She seriously has no idea.”
He’s right. I have no earthly idea what he’s talking about. My face must convey this because he walks across the room and sits on the bed next to me. “Clove, why would he want you?! Why wouldn’t he want you? You’re beautiful and good and sexy as shit. Why do you not know how amazing you are?!”
“Huh? A few days ago, you hated me, Liam. Now I’m amazing. Sorry, I’m trying to keep up, but you sound like a freaking crazy person. I’m getting whip lash here. I’m not interested in James Black. I’m interested in one person and he’s looking at me like I’m crazy right now.” Leaning up, I touch his face. “Relax. I’m not interested in James Black.” I sear him with a look. “He’s not my type.”
Smirking, he says, “Really? Hot famous guys who make millions on movies are not your type?”
Shaking my head, I say, “Nope. I’m more into musicians.”
His brow arches, “Musicians, huh? So, you like piano players?”
Laughing, I say, “Of course. I hear they know how to use their… fingers…”
Looking at me in shock, Liam pushes me onto my back and leans over me. Looking into my eyes, he whispers against my lips. “No, that’s guitar players.” And he sweeps me into another mind blowing kiss.
A couple of hours later, I pull up at Java and Sweeties. I’m early, but I’d rather be early than late. Parking and checking my make-up, I decide to head in. I’ll wait for James and his manger inside while I enjoy some fruit and nut tea.
As I open the door, I see Erik behind the counter taking orders. He sees me and winks as he inclines his head to our table. Nodding, I head over. It’s already occupied.
Bradi and Blue are there and they are deep in discussion. They look up as I approach.
Bradi says, “Check your phone, much?”
Looking at her in confusion, I pull it out of my purse and see I have three texts and two missed calls. All three texts are Bradi and I have one missed call from Bradi and one from Blue.
Blue laughs and pushes Bradi. “Ignore, Miss Thing. We wanted to talk to you about something. Now you’re here, so we can just talk to you in person.”
My curiosity is peaked, so I sit down and we all chat for a while; they explain the reason for all of the calls and texts. While it’s new and a risk, I let them know I’m very interested, but I tell them I’ll let them know my thoughts after I meet with James and his manager.
We go over a few more things and they show me some outlines on Bradi’s laptop and before I know it, it’s time for my interview.
The gasps in the coffee shop alert us to James’s presence.
Turning around, we all look at him as he walks in. His blond hair is perfectly styled and in his plain black fitted t-shirt and jeans, with his sunglasses on, he looks like exactly what he is, a sexy as hell box office star.
He signs things and takes photos as one thing after the other is thrust at him. Bradi sighs and says, “Damn, he’s so hot. They’re wrong.” We look at her in question. She shrugs and says “He’s not the next Brad Pitt. I don’t find Brad Pitt attractive, but James Black… Holy hell. And damned if he’s not as hot in person as he looks on a movie screen.”
Blue and I sigh in agreement.
Bradi waves at the man accompanying James and he waves back. She says out of the corner of her mouth, “
That’s Hugo. His manager. He’s a super nice guy.”
Hugo makes his way over to us. Holding out his hand, he greets Bradi. The exchange pleasantries before he greets Blue and me. Once the introductions are made, he smiles at me and says, “Ah, so you are Clove. I’ve heard good things about you… and your cooking.” He gestures to another table that’s empty and asks if I would like to start the interview.
I nod in agreement and Blue and Bradi both give me a “thumbs up” before they look back at the computer. I notice that they keep glancing over at me, though.
James joins us a few minutes later. He sits in the chair directly across from me and though I can’t see his eyes behind his glasses, I can feel his gaze on me. He never speaks as Hugo goes through some basic questions about me and my background.
Eventually he explains what exactly James is looking for. It’s so weird, James is sitting right here, but he’s not communicating with me at all. He’s simply staring.
A couple of times, people interrupt us to ask for a photo or an autograph and James always smiles and does it, but he doesn’t seem to be very into it. Erik finally comes out and tells people that we are not to be disturbed and that if it continues, people will be asked to leave. Some grumbling is heard, but people leave us alone after that, though they continue to stare.
I give Hugo and James the treats I made and accept both of their thanks.
The entire interview lasts about forty-five minutes and at the end, James starts asking me if I know what certain things are and if I’m familiar with the method of preparing certain dishes. Once I assure him that I am a fully skilled chef and that I am capable of preparing whatever he throws at me, he smiles.
I mean a real smile. I see exactly why women fall at his feet.
Hugo asks me to give them a minute and I head to the table with Bradi and Blue while he and James talk quietly with their heads together.
Bradi asks, “Go well, doll face?”
I shrug. “I think so.”
Blue looks at me intently. “You going to do it if they ask you to? Did you tell them you were pregnant?”