by S. Layne
I licked that muscle last weekend.
My body warms at the thought.
“Didn’t expect you to come by,” he says, showing no emotion.
My hands twist in front of me, fingers tangling. “I wasn’t planning on it. Can I come in?”
His eyes take in mine, assessing me before his gaze glides down the rest of my body. I’m not dressed in anything special—a simple pink V-neck T-shirt and a denim miniskirt with a frayed hem. Cheap rubber flip-flops complete my simple outfit. When I got ready for James, I wasn’t in a big hurry to look nice.
Now I wish I’d taken the time to prepare.
Or go home and get fixed up, because even in athletic gear, Liam looks ten thousand times more put together than me.
Slowly, his arm falls to the door and he opens it, waving me in. “By all means.”
I take in the open floor plan as soon as I enter, avoiding physical contact and looking at him when I pass by.
His familiar low chuckle tells me he knows I do it on purpose.
The main room is large and it holds the living area, kitchen, and eating area. The kitchen to the right has a long, granite-covered island and the appliances sparkle in their stainless steel color. A dark wood table with four chairs sits just past it, and directly in front of me is the largest black leather sectional I’ve ever seen. It must seat at least ten people. And on the opposite wall, a television that is probably four times larger than mine hangs at the perfect height for viewing.
Mostly, it looks cold and barren of any hints to Liam’s personality. But he’s just moved in, so maybe those clues are packed away in boxes.
Once I’m just past the entryway area, I spin on my rubber flip-flops when Liam shuts the door.
The click echoes in the large room and he leans against the closed door, arms crossed over his chest, the bottom of one bare foot resting against the door.
He simply arches a brow and waits.
“I probably should have called first,” I say. Heat suffuses my cheeks and I shift on my feet. His gaze is unrelenting. I suck my lip in between my teeth and then smile. “You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?”
He pulls a face and shrugs. So relaxed. Uncaring. It’s unnerving and exactly what I need.
I think.
“Depends on why you’re here.”
I deserve his coldness, yet it still makes me pause.
My hand runs through my hair and then falls to my hip.
“I thought maybe I would reconsider your rules?”
“Rules?” A glimmer in his eye sparks and he pushes off the door frame. “What rules?”
“No talking about family or work or anything personal.”
He releases a silent laugh and steps toward me. “Using me to avoid real life, Laurie? I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
Me neither.
I also don’t want to think, and Liam’s touch is the only thing that drowns it out. It makes me feel wanted, and after everything James just said to me, I need it.
Liam’s touch.
I need to feel desired, even if it’s only skin-deep.
I brace myself for his touch, but he stops too far away. Instead, I close my eyes and inhale the freshly showered scent of him.
Opening my eyes, I stare into his bright blues. His lips twitch in amusement and I shift on my feet again. He’s trying not to laugh at me.
“Isn’t that what you do?” I finally ask. “Sleep with women, avoiding relationships and reality while you’re doing it?”
His lips twitch again and his hand comes up, snaking around the back of my neck. He yanks me toward him until I fall, bracing my hands against his chest. His mouth drops to my ear.
My fingers dig into his shirt and his muscled chest.
“I fuck women for pleasure, Laurie—theirs and mine. That’s all this is.”
“I know,” I whisper. Because I understand the game we’re playing now.
His lips trail along my jaw. My fingers press into his shirt, gathering handfuls of it, and I lean in, releasing a low, breathy moan when he pulls away.
“Let’s get you a drink.” He drops his hand from my neck and reaches between us to grab onto one of mine.
My head flips from the sudden change.
“Drink?” I ask, following him because I have no choice: he’s pulling me toward his kitchen.
“You’re tense and angry. Don’t know why and I don’t particularly want you to tell me, but I’m not sure letting your teeth anywhere near my body is a good idea until you’re relaxed.”
I flinch slightly, but he doesn’t see. His back is to me when he drops my hand and walks toward a liquor cabinet. I shift to the large island and watch as he pulls out two bottles—a red wine and a whiskey.
He tilts them into the air—a silent question.
I think to my uneaten lunch and shake my head. “I haven’t eaten. Probably not a good idea right now.”
A line appears between his eyes and he nods. “Fine: food then drink.” He flashes me a wink before he opens the fridge. “Then orgasms.”
My knees wobble and I reach out to steady myself against the counter.
I watch, lips parted and my stomach warming, as he reaches into his fridge and pulls out a plate of fresh vegetables and then a package of sliced cheeses. He stacks them on top of each other, grabs a box of crackers from a cupboard, and when he slides them onto the counter behind me, his arms go out to his sides and he cages me in.
“Eat. You’ll need your energy.”
I lick my lips and his eyes drop and follow the movement of my tongue.
“Always so sure of yourself,” I say, and then hiss in a breath when his lips brush against mine.
It’s a barely there taste and yet I feel it everywhere.
My body knows him. Wants him.
“Are you doubting me?”
I shake my head and drag my eyes down the column of his throat to the hair that peeks out at the top edge of his shirt. My hand reaches up and I drag a finger across the hem.
“No, I’m not.”
His hips roll, pressing into me and pushing me back against the counter. His hand goes to my hair. He takes a lock of my hair, drags his fingers down to the end, and tugs.
It exposes the side of my neck and he drops his lips to my skin, sucking hard.
“Oh,” I exhale. His touch does magical things to my body.
“You left me alone last night and I had to take care of myself.” His voice is husky and deep and my eyelids drift closed. His hips push and my legs tremble as I feel his erection press against me. “I’m not happy about it.”
I want him already. My panties grow damp and I sink into him.
A small surge of feminine power courses through my body. He could have gone somewhere and had someone else take care of him, but he didn’t.
“I’m sorry.”
“No apologies.” He tugs my hair, pushes against me, and then leans back, a carrot in his hand. “Eat up. I plan on exacting my revenge as soon as your stomach is full.”
I pluck the carrot out of his hand and take a bite. I’m not particularly hungry anymore—not for food anyway—but my stomach growls and both of us smile.
I see his point clearly.
“Done?” Liam asks, nodding toward my plate. I was hungrier than I thought because as soon as he began plying me with cheese and crackers and a small amount of Merlot, I couldn’t stop eating. Liam joined me at the counter, munching on snacks along with me.
We haven’t spoken—not about anything important.
But there’s nothing important I want to talk to him about anyway.
I just want him to touch me again. He’s teased me with looks and grazes of his skin against mine, and my body is primed, ready for him.
“Yes,” I murmur, and swallow the last bit of my wine. It’s not enough to make me drunk or even tipsy, but my body is warm and relaxed.
Just like he wanted.
He clears my plate before returning to stand in
front of me at the counter. We haven’t sat, just stood next to each other, hips propped against the cool granite and munching on food.
As I watch Liam clear the other plates away, returning them to the fridge, I can’t help but sense he’s teasing me.
Dragging out the expectation. I want to tell him he doesn’t need to. My thighs are damp and I’m willing.
When he returns to me, his hands go to my hips and he lifts me, setting me on the counter. It puts us at eye level to one another and I fight a grin.
He fits himself in between my thighs, and I spread my legs as wide as I can, making room for him.
The cool fabric of his athletic pants scrapes my skin and goose bumps prickle on my inner thighs.
“Cold?” he asks, his hands gripping my hips firmly. His eyes don’t stray from mine as his fingers spread and his thumbs begin following the paths of the bumps on my skin.
I nod. “Ready.”
His blue eyes darken to the color of the stormy seas and then he drops his gaze to my thighs. I shift on the counter, exposing more of myself.
I’m being shameless, and I don’t care. This isn’t me, but I like it. There is power in seeing the thick bulge grow in his pants as I rock against him.
His hands press into my hips, stilling my movement.
“I came last night with my hand wrapped around my cock, pissed it wasn’t deep inside your cunt.”
His words roll through me. They’re ugly and crude.
I want to hear more.
“I said I was sorry.” My voice is but a whisper, barely audible and scratchy.
“And if you think I’m going to let you come today without teasing you and dragging this out, making you think you can’t take any more, you would be wrong.” He arches a brow in silent challenge. Am I ready for this?
I swallow the thickness in my throat and allow the lust for him to consume me.
“I want it,” I tell him, and drag my fingers up his arms, tracing his corded muscles, until they’re clasped behind his neck.
His hands disappear under my skirt and he begins pulling down my thong while he raises my skirt until it’s crumpled around my waist. I shift and lift my hips along with his fingers, aiding his movements until I’m bared for him.
His fingers tease my labia, and I let out a breathy moan.
My fingers twitch at his neck and he shakes his head.
“No touching. Lie back and grip the edges of the counter.”
I open my mouth to protest, but he silences me with a look—harsh and cold and mixed with his own arousal.
I comply, letting one of his hands slowly guide me down to the cold counter, and I wiggle against it. Reaching back, my fingers curl tightly around the frigid black edge.
His hand leaves my back and slowly brushes across my breasts and down my stomach. The soft cotton of my shirt scratches my skin and he laughs while I squirm beneath him.
My hips rock up into him, needing him.
“Greedy,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. “I wonder how much you can take today.” His eyes drop to my sex spread wide and open for him. It pulses painfully and I close my eyes and groan as his finger swirls around my clit. “How much will you give me?”
I suck in a breath as his finger slides over my pussy, becoming slick with moisture, and back to the crease at my ass.
My eyes fly open and I see him staring directly at me.
He cocks his head to the side and his finger presses against me, teasing me. I feel my muscles clench, but it’s not entirely from fear.
“No?” he asks.
My lips part and I rock into him. I can’t say the word. My head screams no but even as he presses against me, just barely teasing me, something else happens.
A sensation rolls through me that I can’t describe.
Forbidden. Wanting.
“Liam,” I whisper, my voice needy and thick. My hips wiggle and his finger leaves that spot and he drags it back up, his thumbs spreading my lips wide.
My head falls back against the counter and I arch my neck and my back. I need to be closer.
“Last night I had planned to eat you. I want to taste you everywhere, and then I want to fuck your mouth.”
“Yes.” I sigh. I want that. I need it.
I’m unable to get any more words out before his mouth drops to mine. I feel him shift away and then his tongue swirls around my swollen clit. His warm tongue contradicts the cool air and I instantly press into him.
He laughs against me and the vibrations from deep in his throat reverberate through me.
My fingers cling to the counter as his teasing begins.
My thighs are already shaking when he drops lower and raises my legs over his shoulders. His hands stay on my hips. I have no purchase to move, to take control and to put myself where I will come immediately.
Forcing myself to look down, I catch his eyes. They’re wide open, focused on me and what he’s doing to me. I swear he smiles against my clit when I begin chanting his name, but he doesn’t look away or close his eyes and I find my gaze frozen to him.
“Liam!” I cry out, and he pulls away from me.
Silently he shakes his head and stands up. “Not yet.”
“Please,” I beg. My body has never needed something more. My pussy pulses and clamps around nothing, needing something inside to fill it.
Like he can read my mind, Liam leans over me, and then he thrusts two fingers inside.
“Yes,” I groan.
His lips drop to my neck before he pulls down my shirt along with my bra. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until it’s hard, and then he bites.
“Ugh, God…” I groan. It hurts so good and black dots speckle my vision.
“I’m going to come.” I gasp.
And his fingers disappear.
I open my eyes to find Liam smiling at me, his blue eyes bright and sparkling and his hair drooped over his forehead.
“You’re horrible.” My body is on fire and my core is clenching, searching for what was taken from it. He’s right: I am greedy.
I scowl.
His grin widens. “You want to come?”
“Please.” I nod.
His fingers tease my inner thigh, brushing closer to where I need them, but I can’t pull my eyes off him. He’s enjoying this. Sweat prickles at the back of my neck and my knuckles hurt from their tight grip on the counter.
“Beg for it.” His eyes narrow and his voice is threatening.
My entire body shivers and I beg shamelessly. “Please, Liam. Please make me come.”
My hips rock against him and he lets out a low, dark rumble of laughter.
He leans forward and brushes his lips against my ear. “Very well,” he mutters.
He sucks my skin into his mouth, shooting fireworks down my body, and then his fingers are back. He thrusts in and doesn’t relent until my entire body from my toes to my fingers is shaking and trembling beneath him. He brings me to the brink, and I cry out his name, arching my back off the counter, and come harder than I ever have before.
“That’s what I like to see, wild one.”
I croon under the praise of his whispered voice and turn my head to reach for him. I need to taste him, to touch him, to drive him crazy like he does me.
“Please,” I beg again. “Let me down.”
Slowly, he drags his fingers out of me, giving me one last flick against my sensitive nerves, and I gasp. But his hands move to my hips and he pulls me forward until my feet are on the floor and my arms around his shoulders.
“Upstairs,” he says in a husky voice. “I want you in my bed.”
I shake my head and drop to my knees, pulling his waistband down as I go and taking off his pants and boxers.
I look up, a gleam in my eye, daring him to stop me.
I’m rewarded with a warm laugh, and he swipes his tongue across his lips.
I don’t give him time to speak before my lips wrap around the tip of his thick erec
tion. He’s large and heavy. I’ve wanted to taste him since Chicago—dreamt of it. And now that I’m here and tasting him, I can’t take the time to tease him.
My mouth is wet, my movements sloppy as I wrap one hand around his shaft and another massages his balls.
A groan is ripped from Liam’s throat and his feet shift in front of me. I look up to see his lips pulled tight and his jaw flexing. He leans over and braces himself on the counter.
A flood of moisture leaves my body and drips down my thighs.
I’m driving him crazy with my intense need for him and I love it.
I want more of it.
“Fuck, Laurie,” he groans and one of his hands falls to the back of my head. His fingers tangle in my hair and he holds me still as his hips begin rocking. “Take it.”
I obey his command, bracing myself with one of my hands on his thighs.
My eyes find his above me as he proceeds to take what he wants from me.
He fucks my mouth, groaning, and his legs tremble until I feel him begin to grow harder and thicker in my mouth.
He’s close. So close. My hand slides along his shaft, gripping him harder. I hollow my cheeks, relax my throat, and take him as deep as I can, my eyes watering as he hits the back of my throat.
And then he pushes in all the way and lets loose an animalistic growl right as his thick, salty seed fills my mouth and slides down my throat.
I take him all, swallowing as he comes inside me, and I continue stroking his shaft until he begins to pull away. I lean forward, not wanting to lose him until the last moment, and I relish the feel of his still-hard dick pulling out of me, gliding past my tongue and my lips until he’s standing in front of me.
Above me, I hear him panting erratic breaths.
My own heart feels as if it could jump out of my chest, and I sit back on my heels, unable to look away from his still-hard cock.
“Upstairs,” he finally says, and his hands reach down to pull me to my feet. He continues lifting me, both of us naked from the waist down but clothed on top. My breast that he revealed earlier pushes awkwardly from my top.
I don’t think about any of it as his hands grip my ass and he hauls me up to his waist. My heels wrap around him, my arms go around his neck, and while I’m allowed the brief moment to touch him, I kiss his throat and his shoulders while he carries me to his bed.