by Nikki Wild
If I was going to have any chance at writing a good story, I’d have to dig a little deeper.
I looked over at Liam and smiled.
I wonder what else he’s hiding under that arrogant playboy exterior, I thought. I knew one thing, it was going to be a fuckin’ blast figuring it out.
I crossed my legs tightly, trying to keep the yearning at bay.
At least until I could get him alone again.
***
The plane was beyond luxurious. I tried to conceal my excitement, mirroring every one else’s nonchalant attitude as we boarded the plane. I wanted to run around the huge cabin, open every cabinet and door, check out every room. But Liam and Ian just plopped down in the huge, low-slung white leather chairs, and everyone else followed suit, as if riding on a private plane was something they did every day.
Not wanting to make a fool of myself, I sat down, too, craning my neck to see every inch of the beautiful interior of the huge plane. Behind the chairs we were sitting in, custom white leather, curved couches hugged the edges of the mirrored room, and a carved wooden bar sat in the corner. Liam pushed a button on the wall next to his seat, and a huge television screen descended from the ceiling. He pushed another button and it turned on. He began flipping through the channels quickly.
The staff was attentive and cooly professional, serving drinks and food as soon as the plane was in the air, which happened quickly and without much fanfare at all. I gripped the edge of my chair nervously, which I always did during takeoff. Once we were up in the air, though, I forgot all about the danger, and focused on my drink and the amazing surroundings.
Liam sat across from me, drinking whiskey straight, and staring at me. His gaze, instead of making me uncomfortable, only made me wish we were alone in this huge plane. He’d mentioned having sex on the plane earlier, but I had no idea how that was going to happen with everyone else around. Knowing Liam, though, I was sure he had a plan.
Ian and Rhone watched the screen together, trying to decide on a movie to watch. Every one around me began snickering and laughing when Russell Brand’s face flashed on the screen.
“Oh, fuck off, all of you,” Liam said, shaking his head and gesturing to the flight attendant for more liquor.
“What’s everyone laughing at?” I asked.
“Don’t you see it?” Ian asked, a smile spreading across his face for the first time since I’d seen him this morning.
“See what?”
“The resemblance?”
“Piss off, Ian!” Liam said again. “Don’t listen to his rubbish, Catherine!”
“I think Liam looks just like Russell Brand, don’t you?” Ian asked.
“Oh!” I replied, looking over at Liam and squinting my eyes. I could tell he wasn’t pleased with the comparison. “I don’t know…”
“The hair, the jaw, the same arrogant attitude,” Ian continued. “He’s a dead ringer for him.”
“That buffoon is a mouthy, cheeky, pirate-looking bastard, and he is nothing like me, you twat!” Liam said, his eyes flashing in anger.
I suppressed my laughter at his obvious frustration. He did look a little bit like him, but he was much sexier, much more charming, and ten times more attractive.
“Whatever, brother,” Ian said. “We’ll stop embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend.”
Heat rose to my cheeks immediately, and I looked down at my feet. I was appalled and embarrassed and completely speechless. Liam, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be bothered by the suggestion at all.
“You didn’t embarrass me, you prick,” he replied, completely ignoring the fact that Ian had just called me his girlfriend. For fuck’s sake, I thought. If there was anything to protest, that would be it. Instead, he didn’t even acknowledge it.
What the hell did that mean?
I took a sip of my juice and dug into my breakfast. Liam was the only one not eating, with just a glass of whiskey for breakfast. My stomach churned at that thought, and I was suddenly incredibly grateful for the eggs, pancakes and fruit in front of me.
After I was finished eating and the flight attendant had cleared my plate away, Liam stood up and grabbed my hand.
“C’mon, luv, I’ll give you a tour,” he said, flashing a private wink at me. I smiled knowingly and followed him to the back of the plane, my pussy quivering in anticipation of joining the mile high club.
Scratch one more item off the bucket list, I thought. Wait, make that two.
Fucking a rock star wasn’t something I’d always fantasized about but now that it’s happened, I realize it should have been there all along.
Twenty-Four
LIAM
I closed the door to the bedroom at the back of the plane for Catherine’s sake. I didn’t care if the anyone saw us or not, but I knew she’d probably not appreciate putting on a show for every one.
She sank down next to me on the bed and I pulled her close to me and kissed her. Her lips were soft, swollen from last night, and so warm, so inviting, I kept on kissing her. She had a way of making me feel like a teenager, enchanted with those first moments of getting physical with someone, being content with kissing for hours. I mean, there’s no way in hell I’d actually be content kissing for hours, but the fact that I wanted to kiss at all was huge. I was more of a get it in and get it out kind of guy. I hadn’t spent hours exploring a woman’s body in ages, and it was a nice change of pace to get to know someone that I was shaggin’.
I’d pushed the anger about the picture to the back of my mind. Later, I’d tell her not to use it, to delete it. But for now, I didn’t want to be mad at her. I didn’t want to do anything but touch her. I was quickly becoming obsessed with her, and it was such a strange feeling that I tried to pretend it wasn’t there at all.
After a few minutes of kissing, she let me push her clothes away and make my way down her body until my head was between her creamy thighs. She moaned sweetly as I tasted her, my tongue sliding along her pussy, licking every centimeter of her softness. She tasted so sweet, she was so wet, my cock was throbbing painfully again. I wasn’t ready to fuck her just yet, though. I wanted to feel her squirm, taste her juices flowing over my tongue, hear her cry out in pleasure and know it was because of me.
Gently, I sucked her clit between my teeth, nibbling and suckling and licking until she was writhing and panting above me. She grabbed my head, pulling me closer, her hips rising up to meet my mouth. I snuck a peak at her and smiled to myself. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy and she was completely lost in the moment. My heart swelled with my cock, and I almost stopped in surprise.
I was really starting to like her, I realized. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea, hell, it was probably the worst idea ever. It wouldn’t lead to anything but disaster, most likely. I’d probably break her heart with some asshole bullshit that I was sure to pull after too long. But watching her - naked and beautiful and writhing under my touch - I knew there was no way I’d be able to walk away without seeing it through.
Whatever happened, happened.
At this point, it almost felt like I didn’t even have a say in the situation.
And if that was the case, and she was willing, and my cock was willing, than what else could I do but keep going?
For now, that’s exactly what I’d do.
Full speed ahead.
She came in a symphony of moans and cries and whimpers, and I pulled myself up to watch the beauty play across her face. When she came back down to Earth, she opened her eyes and looked up at me.
“Fancy a fuck?” I asked. She laughed sensually, her eyes shining up at me.
“Come here,” she said, as she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me closer.
I already had my pants off. When I slid inside of her, she pushed up against me, until my cock was buried to the hilt.
“You feel so fucking amazing, Liam,” she whispered. I brought my lips down to hers, kissing her with all the intensity of a starving man. I wanted to devour her complete
ly. Instead, I fucked her again, hard, without stopping, without any restraint, until she was coming all over me again.
I looked down at her and smiled. I had her just where I wanted her. Naked, and on the end of my cock.
Twenty-Five
CATHERINE
Red Rocks Amphitheater was breathtaking. I walked out onto the stage before sound check with Liam, only the crew and staff buzzing around. The seats were all empty and the big red rocks that flanked the theatre jutted up into a perfect, gorgeous blue sky. It was blistering hot, but there was something sacred about this place that made it completely magical.
I couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like before it had been turned into the amphitheater. It almost made me sad to see it turned into such a public place. Suddenly, I wished more than anything that I was alone with Liam.
I turned to him and saw him staring up at the rocks.
“Hey,” I whispered. He looked over at me, his eyes sharing the silent secret of our time together in the plane. Something inside me stirred when he looked at me like that.
“Yes, luv?” he walked over, sliding his arms around me and pulling me close.
“I have a request,” I asked.
“A song request?”
“No,” I laughed. “Something else. This place is so beautiful. I can’t help but wonder what it was like before everyone else arrived. Do you think after the show we can find somewhere to wander off to alone? Spend some time under the stars somewhere quiet?”
“Quiet? Here? I suppose we can try, luv. Whatever you want. I’ll have Big D go and scout out a good direction for us to get lost in.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
“Thank you,” he whispered, brushing my ear with his lips, “for tasting so fuckin’ amazing!”
I laughed, leaning into him. His body was so warm, so solid, so fucking sexy and muscular.
“You’re welcome,” I said. “Maybe you’ll get another taste later,” I winked.
“Maybe?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I replied teasingly.
He reached up with a smile, sinking his fingers into my hair and pulling gently as he whispered into my ear once more.
“I’ll have you beggin’ for my mouth again before the night is through, there’s no maybe about it, luv.” I shivered, desire shooting through my body at his words. He’d found my weak spot, that was for sure. I wasn’t even sure I’d been aware of it myself, until he started telling me what to do and pulling my hair. There was something about him taking charge that way that made me absolutely melt in submission.
At this point, if he kept this up, he was going to have me wrapped around not only his incredible cock, but his little finger too.
Fuck, I thought, as he released my hair from his grip, I’m in so much trouble.
Later, watching him perform in front of thousands of adoring fans once more, the hot summer night played out like a movie. I’d never get used to watching this, I thought, as he played the crowd, taunting them, teasing them, practically fucking them with his performance. Look at them, I thought, the women lining the stage looking like they were orgasming as they drank in every inch of Liam above them. They worshipped him, there was no other word for it.
And who could blame them?
He was a fucking God up there.
A passionate, artistic, sensual, panty-dropping God.
A God that I couldn’t wait to fuck again.
I had some worshipping of my own to do, and I’d have dropped to my knees and done it right there in front of everyone, if I wasn’t certain I’d be torn limb from limb by thousands of jealous fans.
Waiting was never my strong suit, and as amazing as the show was, I just wanted it to be over with. But Liam and the boys were obviously in their element tonight, and they played forever, doing three encores before the magic was all over, leaving the crowd going wild in the blistering heat of the hot summer night.
When it was all over, Liam walked right over to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me full on the lips in front of everyone. When he’d done this last night, I’d been too shocked to respond. But now, I didn’t care who was watching, or what they thought, or even about the story. I threw my arms around him, kissing him back passionately, sweat and all.
When he pulled away, my face was covered in his sweat, but I didn’t care.
“Let me take a quick shower, and then we’ll go for that walk,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me away. I felt dozens of pairs of eyes following us, but I ignored them completely, following along behind him with my head held up high and proud.
Twenty-Six
LIAM
“Big D said this area was really secluded out here,” I said. Catherine’s hand was in mine and I led her away from the tour buses and the crowd of people gathered and partying back stage. Big D had tried to escort us, but I’d insisted he stay behind.
The further we traveled away from the lights, the more stars we could see. It was a clear, hot night, the moon hanging high in the sky over us.
“It’s beautiful out here,” Catherine said.
“Not as beautiful as you are,” I said, stopping and pulling her into my arms. We were out of sight of everyone now, and I brought my lips to hers, kissing her gently. My cock stirred in my jeans as she kissed me back fully. She tasted so fuckin’ good, I couldn’t get enough of her.
I pulled away, leading her farther away into the wilderness. Huge rust colored rocks jutted up into the sky around us, throwing shadows on the ground as we made our way around them. We walked around a huge boulder in our path, and I stopped, leaning against it, pulling her close. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair as I hugged her close to me. I kissed her again, her lips soft against mine. Her breasts pressed into me as I slipped my tongue between her lips, prodding, exploring, our tongues tangling together hungrily.
Within moments, our hands were everywhere. Our kiss deepened, our bodies hungry for each other. My lips trailed down to her neck, her soft gasps echoing deliciously in my ears. Dipping my head lower, I kissed her breasts as she arched her back up to me. Her black blouse was so low cut, I only had to move it slightly to expose her hardened nipples. Engulfing one, and then the other, she pulled me closer, moaning softly, the stars twinkling over head, the moonlight illuminating the creamy skin of her perfect breasts.
I reached under her, grabbing two handfuls of her tight bum, and lifted her up onto the boulder. Her thighs spread invitingly and I pushed her skirt up as I lowered my head. Her thighs were toned, perfect, and I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than between them. Trailing kisses along the insides of her thighs, I smiled as she squirmed above me, her hips wiggling with each touch of my lips.
“Liam,” she hissed, her hands on the back of my head, guiding me up her thighs until I found her treasure.
“No panties,” I whispered, “good girl.”
She moaned as my mouth engulfed her completely, my tongue darting out to drink in the delectable pleasure that was already flowing from her sweet pussy. She was so wet, so ready, so fucking willing. I sucked on her clit, and she cried out loudly, her hand on my head pushing me harder into her pussy.
“Yes, Liam, yes!” she cried. I loved hearing my name on her lips. Pushing and pulling and prodding, I sucked on her clit over and over, my tongue flicking against it rhythmically until she writhing against me, pushing her hips towards me with such wanton inhibition that I would have smiled if I could have. Instead, I concentrated on pushing her over the edge, sliding a finger into her as I sucked hard on her throbbing clit, and then another, fucking into her, sliding my fingertips across her g-spot, until she was crying out, her body laid back on the boulder like a goddess offering her body to the moon.
When she was done, I slid my cock inside of her smoothly, her thighs wrapping around me easily, our bodies fitting together like long time lovers. I moved inside of her, her pussy spasming around me tightly, my cock thrusting deeply inside of her, staying there, ne
eding to feel myself completely surrounded by her, by her beauty, by the sweetness of her incredible body.
The heat of the night was scorching, our bodies on fire for lust for each other, and I’d never felt so fuckin’ free in my life as I did standing there naked under the moonlight like a couple of savage animals. There was something about shaggin’ outdoors that made me lose all inhibitions and I fucked into Catherine like there was no tomorrow.
Wild hunger consumed me and as I watched Catherine’s body writhing under me. I hammered my cock into her, fucking her as hard and fast as I could, my hips pounding against her, her pussy spasming around me with every thrust, her sweet pleasure flowing over my cock until we were both so slick with passion and heat and lust that we lost ourselves in the moment, clutching onto each other, our bodies working together perfectly. I lost all sense of myself, my cock pushing deeply into her until the sweet sensation took over, my cock exploding, my pleasure spilling into her forcefully.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, staring up at me as I opened my eyes and looked down at her.
“Is that what you wanted, luv?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she replied. “Wait!” she said, as I began to pull out of her. “Don’t move!”
She wiggled around and found her phone, snapping a picture of me as I was still inside of her.
“What are you doing?”
“You look like a fucking God, with the stars and the moon behind you like that. I wanted a little souvenir.”
I kissed her, my cock swelling again inside of her. She said I looked like a God, but she was the otherworldly one. Her long black locks were tossed wildly about her face, her curves begging for me to touch them again, her perfect tits taunting me. I pressed into her again, the slickness of our sex covering us both, and I began moving again. My cock was hard once more, ready and demanding release again.