by Brock, V. L.
Only a hairsbreadth away from my goal, I grazed through his pubic hair, only to have his untamed hand batter me away. “I want to touch you,” I pleaded, but the only answer I received was my own protesting feral growl as his fingers hastily left me high and, not so dry.
“Don’t you growl at me, woman,” he ordered, and without warning, I was flipped onto my stomach. Potent hands firmly clutching my hips drew me back so my ass was in the air, ready an exposed just for him.
“I’m sorry.”
“Shut the fuck up, Kady,” he commanded, pulling my hips back farther, and I was instantly consumed by the wet heat of his mouth as it crashed down onto my pussy from behind. Hands fisted into the sheets, the side of my face was buried in the mattress as I called out his name on a pleasure enthused cry. His tongue orbited and flicked over and across my clit before sucking at my core. I pushed back onto his teasing mouth when his tongue traced my entrance before ruthlessly plunged into my void.
“Fucking Hell, Liam,” I called, before being pulled back onto his mouth by the increasing forceful grip on my hips. Ending the shallow thrusts of his tongue, he resumed lapping up the sinuous juices he induced, from the warmth of my core.
With his mouth bound around me, his hum of appreciation vibrated against my clit as he swept across the swelling of nerve endings. And before I knew what hit me, my looming release was being drawn closer and closer. My legs tensed, my back arched further until I was thrusting back onto him with desperately grinding hips, goading him to eat me faster.
On the cusp of my climax, I was left stranded. I felt and watched it fade into the distance. His cool breath bonded over my center, as the man with an expert tongue behind me, blew lightly on my swelling, parted lips. My body wasn’t the only thing left to throb painfully. “Liam,” I whined.
“God, you taste so fucking sweet,” he countered while his fingers massaged the area between my glazed thighs. “You are more than fucking ready for me now.” And just like that, I was impaled by his cock on a savage yell. My head rolled back on an impassioned cry when he hit the ache, which had been burdening me for weeks, head-on.
The absence of his right hand on my hip was felt after I peeled my face away from the sweat coated sheet beneath me. As quick as I’d noticed its absence on my hip, I was reminded of its presence all over again, this time, at the back of my head. He gathered my hair, and my neck was tugged back when he wrapped it around his wrist. With each brutish yet exquisite, demanding thrust of his hips, the tugging grew harder and harder, while each strike upon the ache at the very tip of my void, had my hands growing tighter and firmer into the sheets.
Fuck anniversary lovemaking. This was sheet clawing, fuck me like you hate me sex, and I loved every damn fucking second.
“Damn, Kady, you got one tight fucking pussy.” He pulled back the stringent hand which my hair was wrapped around, causing my neck to be hauled back so the ceiling was in my peripheral vision as he pummeled into me. The weight of his body along with the sweat which coated it, when he leaned into my back, had me frantically forcing myself onto his mammoth cock, swallowing him to the root as I met him thrust for thrust. Heated breath and a grating voice in my ear asked, “Who does this pussy belong to, Kady baby?”
He expected me to answer fucking questions? All I could think about was how damn good it felt finally feeling his hardness inside of me, how deep he was getting, each nerve he was sweeping against as he dragged his cock from me, then rammed it back without hesitation, and how he was pushing me to my release. “Fuck, Liam. Harder, please––”
My neck was snapped back further so it was near impossible for me to swallow comfortably. “Who…does…this…pussy…belong…to?” he punctuated between every decadently, ruthless lunge.
“You!” I screamed. “It belongs to you.”
Hair finally loosened, my neck drooped forward, causing me to bury my face once again into the rumpled sheets, and influential hands were set back on my hips. “Damn right it fucking does,” he muttered with a gravelly voice, and I knew his teeth were clenched. “Hold the fuck on.”
So I did. I squeezed those sheets so fucking hard, that I could feel my nails digging into my palm between the material, while he continued circling and grinding his hips, before mercilessly carrying out his assault and battering my cervix with the swelling crown of his erection. Feeling his pulsating steel inside of me as I cinched around him, made my body strain and every muscle from my neck, down to the tips of my toes were tautening and compressing, as he roughly struck me back onto the weapon which never failed to have me screaming.
My orgasm was no longer on the horizon; it was right there in front of me, goading me with the need of only a few additional wild, dynamic lunges from my man. My head was spinning. My vision blurred as I was fucked like there was no tomorrow. And if there wasn’t, at least I knew I could sail into my afterlife sated.
“I’m going to come, baby,” he gasped between each laborious breath. His drives were more insistent. His grip was painful yet enflaming, as his nails dug into the void above my hipbone.
Pounding, panting, slapping, grasping, shuddering…everything was so intense, so wild, as together, we frantically raced to climax. And when we finally crossed that finishing line, my walls clenching and pulsing around him, as his dead weight crashed down onto my back, I knew that if that was the kind of fuck I would receive if I complied to his requests, I would quite happily comply to every outlandish demand he made, for the rest of my life.
Chapter Three
June 2011.
Twenty-four months before the accident…
It was 8:45 p.m. when the familiar buzzing sound rebounded around the apartment. Sitting on the cream leather sofa, Liam’s arm uncurled around my shoulders, prompting me to grudgingly tear my head away from the warmth of his chest. Al Pacino resumed mumbling about something or other from the surround sound system while the buzzing sounded again in two rapid short bursts. Suspicion and anxiety formed in my chest as my heartbeat hastened under his leery stare.
“Who the Hell would be calling at this time of night? Are you expecting anyone?”
With a frantic flail of my head, I quickly answered, “No. Are you?” The shake of his head advised me that he wasn’t, and with his ticking jaw and progressively toughening eyes, I knew I needed to unpeel my ass from the butt imprint, and find out who was disturbing our night, before he assailed the poor person responsible for the interruption.
Padding through the double glass and oak doors at the end of the living room, I picked up the coms. “Hello?”
“What are you playing at, chick? Open up, I’m wet.”
I noticed Liam was already resting against the frame of the door when I turned my head to the direction of the living room. The grey T-Shirt smoothed and molded to the shape of his body as his arms folded across his chest. “Who is it?” he asked.
Although the speaker was covered by my hand, my voice was nothing more than a guilt laden whisper. When I told him it was Liv, his arms were instantly thrown into the air on an exasperated groan. If I thought his jaw was working a moment ago, I was very much mistaken.
“Did you hear me, chick? Open up. I have wine.”
Mouthing that I was sorry to the wall of intimidation over my shoulder, I was rewarded with a brusque nod of leniency before he turned his broad, muscular back to me and headed for the couch.
“Sure thing, Liv; come on up,” I muttered, before pressing the button release then unbolted the apartment door, leaving it ajar for her to walk straight in.
A hand towel was tossed at the drowned rat when she made her way through to the living room. “Lovely, thank you,” she gasped, catching the cloth and setting the bottle of wine down onto the coffee table in the center of the room, just ahead of the chair and couch. Like a second skin, the leather biker-girl jacket was shed from her body then hooked over the door before she set about toweling her hair. You could tell the eight flights of stairs had taken its toll on her, when she breat
hlessly questioned, “What took you so long?” and dropped her ass into the leather chair to the right of the sofa with an appreciative sigh.
My mouth opened to speak, however the words were taken from me. “We weren’t expecting visitors tonight, Liv.” Liam’s voice was dripping with hostility, while the TV ahead remained the focal point of his attention.
Golden eyes shone like clear honey as her eyebrows rose. Liv darted her finger between Liam, who was sitting back in the couch, his left arm outstretched along the backrest, his right braced on my knee as a blatant display of affection, and me as I nervously gnawed on my fingernail. “Oh, you two were…” her hand scurried straight to her mouth, shocked and apologetic.
“No, Liv,” I interjected, bringing some clarity to her assumption, and then motioned toward the fifty inch flat screen. “We were watching a movie, that’s all.”
Sensing rapid daggers stabbing me at the side of my skull, I craned my head. An angry, accusing pair of emeralds was glaring back at me. “Just watching a movie? I thought we were having a romantic night?”
Discomfort and apprehension chilled through my bones before swiftly surfacing, sending every hair follicle standing to attention. Although I was shifting unnervingly, I strove with everything I had to mask my uprising concerns, while being choked by my words. “Yes, Liam, th–that’s what I meant.” Unlike me, the movie was lucky enough to receive his calm focus as he stared back at the screen.
“Anyway,” Liv piped, dropping the cloth in her lap. “I haven’t been out with my girl in a long, long while, too long, actually. So…” her laugh lines were carved deeply into the sides of her mouth, and her eyes glimmered as she lightly, yet animatedly bounced on the edge of the seat, totally unashamed that her hefty chest was enjoying the ride, too. I swore she was going to knock herself out one day with those things. “I’m calling a girls’ night. What do you say, chick? Dancing pants on for Ecstasy tomorrow night?”
Instant unease and panic inundated my system, the kind you get when you need a shot, but you’re scared shitless of needles. “Um…” A prickling sensation took place of words which were still yet to be thought, and radiated from the center of my brow to my temples.
With a masking worthy of an A-star, a wince was successfully contained as the once affectionate caress became a powerful hand on my knee, squeezing firmly upon the joint. The sharp burning bred by the tips of his fingers bruised my flesh, and began its unpleasant course up my thigh. Incapable of anything other than listening to his voice, I remained motionless and rode out the discomfort in hope it would be alleviated once his words were spoken. “I thought we could go to the movies tomorrow night, and see that horror movie you wanted to see.”
“Horror movie?” Liv stared at me dubiously with her brow knitted, head cocked. “Since when does, Kady Jenson like horror movies?”
I sought to move, however, Liam’s subtle death-grip was tightening with every indirect persuasion and each skeptical question delivered from Liv’s lips. I blinked back tears, and with everything I had, I pleaded that she would put an end to her interrogation and stop provoking him. “Well, um…I’ve seen two or three that Liam likes,” I shrugged. “They were okay. I handled the gore really well, didn’t I, Liam?” I whipped my head to face him. The delight and self-satisfaction in my voice was palpable, like a little girl passing her dancing exam. Even through the pain he was inflicting.
“You did, baby,” he smiled and moved to place a chaste kiss on my lips, the leather gripping under his weight as he shifted. “I was so proud of you,” he breathed and I felt his lips forming the words against my mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, the death-grip finally came loose, and the tender area was granted a soothing rub before he retracted. Being told he was proud, or comprehending the degree of it, was unnecessary. I knew he was proud by the smile and praise he gave me after I faced something which I’d found insufferable and loathed, just for him. And knowing that I was making him happy was the best feeling in the world.
Focusing my attention back on the brunette to my right, her expression betrayed her judgments. She didn’t look too impressed. She didn’t look proud. She looked…suspicious.
Liam pushed himself to the edge of the couch, his hand crashing back down to the area above my knee. I set my hand atop of his and gazed longingly into his sparkling eyes. “As Liv’s here, would you mind if I went out for a beer with the guys?” he queried. Unprepared for the return of his grip, I channeled all my strength into looking unaffected for our visitor, while the power behind his fingertips insisted that the breath in my lungs was to be held prisoner. “I flipped them off because I thought we were having tonight for us, but…” How he maintained his even, unsuspecting tone was beyond me. A soft whimper fled my throat. Lucky enough, the combined volume of the movie and Liam talking, shadowed the pained groan and was obviously inaudible to Liv’s ears.
I smiled sweetly through the burning bruising in my flesh which seeped into the muscle and tissue beneath. “Absolutely, don’t worry about us. You go and have fun.”
When my leg was freed, his damaging hand lifted to frame my face, and I finally released a slow, concentrated breath. “Good girl,” he praised me and sealed our lips before retreating to the bedroom to make himself presentable.
Before he left for his lads’ night, I was pulled into his arms and bestowed with a passionate kiss that made my head spin. The roving journey down the span of my back came to an end as Liam parked his hands on my ass, and without a second thought, I was drawn against his muscular physique. A small suggestive chuckle vibrated low in my throat when his hips lunged into me.
“Liam, will you put the damn girl down for a second?” Liv teased, making her way to the kitchen with the bottle of wine clutched by the neck.
He flipped her off with an unimpressed snigger, and once she was out of sight, and singing out of tune in the kitchen, Liam’s blasé demeanor switched, and I was instantly pinned with a stern expression, one I knew not to dare argue with. “Do not fucking drink, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Liam,” I nodded.
“Do not let anyone in, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Liam,” I nodded again.
“Good girl.” The quick, uncaring kiss cast a shadow on his words, and then he was gone.
Entering the kitchen doorway, I was bombarded by a fraught voice asking, “Where’s the fucking wine glasses, chick? They’re not in the usual cupboard,” and the sight of Liv frantically pulling every cupboard door open in a desperate search. She could continue rummaging until her face turned blue, she’d never find them. Liam hated me drinking without him. He worried too much about the way alcohol lowered inhibitions, and he didn’t want people to take advantage. So, I slowly found myself only drinking if he was at my side.
“Wouldn’t you prefer a coffee instead?” I posed, rounding her curvy body and heading straight for the coffee pot.
She glared at me with her dark eyebrows meeting her hairline. “Coffee?” she sighed like it was some ghastly word. The bottle of red was lifted clear off the unit by its neck and pressed against her chest like a child clutching their favorite teddy bear. “But I have wine.” Watching the twenty-seven year old woman whine like a sullen child chipped away at my resistance, making me giggle.
Lips rolled free from over my teeth with a pop. I shook my head faintly and wrinkled my nose. “No thanks, Liv. I–I think I’ll stick to coffee. Would you like to join me,”––I retrieved two red mugs from their hooks and held them by the handles, swinging them enticingly––“or poison your liver?”
After a beat, the bottle gently met the surface of the counter. She folded her arms across her chest and huffed, “Damn you, Kady Jenson.”
With a muttering of, “Very well,” I placed the mugs on the surface, and poured the coffee from the pot while my best friend made her way to sit her ass on a dining chair. “Okay, he’s gone. Give it up, Jenson. What’s going on?” her words were spoken in the most serious tone I had ever he
ard come from her.
“Excuse me?”
“You quit Red Velvet months ago without warning, you haven’t come back. You hardly ever answer your phone and when you do you’re terse and guarded. I’ve barely seen or spoken to you in almost five months. You’re not even interested in coming dancing anymore, let alone having one measly glass of wine. For us, this is alien, Kady. Now what the fuck is going on?”
I spooned two sugars into her mug and stirred before taking our nonalcoholic drinks to the dining table. “Liv…” placing a coaster in front of her, I set her mug onto the table and took a seat.
“Don’t, ‘Liv’, me, Jenson!” she chided. “You’re not ‘allowed’ out, but he can go gallivanting? I don’t like this, Kady. A–and what’s all of this,” she stumbled over her words with a derisive upturn of her lip, while reaching across the space between us and fumbled with the high neck, filigree blouse tie, flicking it in my face in an attempt to prove her point. I battered her away. “You look like you’re going to the funeral of, Queen fucking Victoria.”
Her words hurt, I wouldn’t deny it, but I was learning fast not to bite back to such derision, so I simply pursed my lips into a surly pout and frowned. “Liam likes me wearing this.”
Hands which were both gentle and supportive reached out and swathed my own as I wrapped them around my mug. Eyes swarming with profound concern, were staring back at me. “Too much is changing, chick,” her opinion was expressed in a pacifying timbre. “You’re not the Kady I was in the company of a few months ago.”
No, I wasn’t. That would be because I was putting the one important person in my life, first, something I should’ve done a long time beforehand. I sighed. “Liv, I was a menace––”
“WHAT?!” Freed by her hands as they fell away from my own, she pushing herself back into the leather-backed seat in a fit of pique. If she wasn’t sitting already, I swore she would have collapsed on the spot. “Where the fuck did you get that assumption?” she grumbled.