Quickly, I blow dry my hair and glance at my phone to see the time. 8:45. Fuck.
I have to hurry. I go to my closet and pull out a little black dress. It's my go-to for the first date and it never fails.
I step into the dress and put on a lacy thong, no bra. Then I slide my feet into some pretty black high heels, grab my fluffiest faux fur coat, put some lipstick into my purse, and I'm out the door.
I make my way to the lobby of my apartment. The doorman nods at me.
Outside, the air is getting crisp and I'm glad I brought a nice coat. There's the town car waiting and I know it's for me. I take in a deep breath and realize I'm about to go see him, this guy I'm obsessed with.
The thought of seeing him makes me extremely nervous in that wonderful way. I never want this feeling to end. And yet, I scold myself that I need to know better. I can’t trust him.
The driver gets out and says, "Are you Claire?"
"Yes, I am."
Then he opens the door for me and I get in. The black leather seats are cold against my skin. It does something to cool my burning loins.
Here goes nothing.
Liam
Where the fuck is she?
I'm not used to waiting.
Normally, women are so excited to be with me that they arrive early, if not at least on time.
But not Claire. She apparently has to be defiant in every way. Whether she's late on purpose or not, she probably has left me waiting in some unconscious way. I know she's fighting the fact that we could be together. I know she's fighting her feelings.
Why couldn’t she would just embrace me and the moment, and quit worrying about the future? I certainly don't think about it. I just want her, tonight. One step at a time.
I've picked a private restaurant called The Rare Well to dine in. It requires VIP access which, of course, I have. I like places that are private, and that normal people don't get into.
Besides, this place is romantic. This table is set with tall candles and crystal and roses. It's dimly lit, and our table is away from prying eyes, by the window.
I'm aiming to impress her. Normally, I don't go all out for a girl but Claire's somehow different. I want her to think highly of me. And I know she deserves the best.
She walks in unbelievably half an hour late. For a moment I'm taken aback by how hot she looks. She's got some kind of small black dress on and killer heels. Her legs are defined, and I imagine spreading them wide and entering her.
I note the fact that she looks anxious and that pleases me. She should feel anxious around me. I'm gonna make her come from here into eternity.
I rise to greet her and kiss her on both cheeks. The hostess takes her fluffy fur coat and I'm glad that Claire will have nothing to cover up with for the remainder of the dinner.
We sit down, and I reprimand her for being late. I don't wait for anyone.
"You're late," I say with an unyielding tone.
She senses my displeasure and that makes me happy. She should know I'm not like other men. I won't be at her beck and call, rather she'll be at mine.
"I'm sorry Liam, I was working late and then in the...bath a little too long."
My eyes narrow upon her as I digest the meaning of what she said. She was in the bath, huh?
Suddenly, I feel like being less stern. I wonder what she was doing in there and who she was thinking about?
I decide to drop it.
"Well, you look beautiful," I say to her honestly.
She looks like a million bucks. This girl could be a supermodel. What is she doing in the design world when she could so easily make money off her looks?
It's refreshing to date someone that looks like a supermodel but who can also relate to me during conversations. I love that Claire and I have the same interests because were in the same field of business. It makes me feel like I could talk to her for hours about anything.
"Thank you, Liam, really that means a lot," she says.
God, this girl cannot be sweeter. She's like a princess, strong but determined, bold yet sensitive. She's a walking contradiction. She's complicated.
And that turns me on probably more than anything else.
I love a good challenge, an interesting puzzle, and I love that there are many layers to her. I'm dying to unwrap her and to see what's inside. You can't take her at face value. She's beautiful yes, but she also has a lot going on inside and that interests me more than anything.
"So, do you like the place of picked out?" I ask.
She looks around the room and before giving her reply.
"Actually, all of this glamour is a little hard for me to take in. It's beautiful here, yes, but I'm not used to this kind of lifestyle."
"Is that so?" I ask. "Well, you needn't feel that way. It's only money."
"No, Liam, you don't understand. I don't dine in places like this. I eat frozen dinners like every night."
I laugh. Her humility is humorous and becoming.
"So you don't like my choice?" I tease.
"The decor in here inspires me. As a designer, aesthetics are everything."
“Then you will love my penthouse. It was designed by one of the foremost architects in the city."
"I'm sure I will," she says.
"How about we order some wine? I know they have a great vintage here," I offer.
"Yes, that'd be great."
She looks a little nervous and the apprehension turns me on. My cock is getting hard beneath my pants and it's starting to get uncomfortable sitting here like this. I wish I could take her to the powder room and fuck her brains out. But no, Claire's a lady and I will treat her as such, for the time being.
The waiter comes over and I order a bottle of their finest red.
Soon we are dining and drinking, and it feels like the perfect evening.
"So, how's your campaign going for Velvet Luxe?" Claire asks.
I think about her question for a minute and decide how much I should divulge.
"It's going really well, actually. My team is working hard on it," I say.
"Mine too," she says over a sip of wine. "Actually, it's just me. I don't want anybody touching this project except for me. It's that important and it's that exciting."
"I guess that makes us different, doesn't it?" I say to her, probing her for reaction. "You see, I tend to delegate and to trust my people.
She looks slightly pissed.
"I trust my team, Liam. But I also like to get my hands dirty in the creative process."
"Like I said, we're different," I say.
"I guess we are," is all she says.
I have a feeling she doesn't respect the way I work. This could be our biggest point of contention. But I know that by doing everything herself, Claire is setting herself up for failure. It's important to commission work to other people. This, I think, is why her company is failing.
I'm anxious to turn the conversation away from work. I know Evan wants me to spy on her and to try to gain access to her ideas, but I know I won't be able to do that over dinner. There's no way she's gonna tell me what she's working on.
Instead, I turn the conversation away from work to something more substantial. I want to take the opportunity to get to know her.
"So where did you go to school?" I ask.
"Oh, a design school on the West Coast. From there I made it my mission to build up my own company. I never wanted to work for a suit, in the corporate world, and I still don't," she says.
She says the words and I know she's referring to me. I'm the ultimate suit.
"Well, the corporate world isn't so bad. There are perks, vacations, a gym, and a very ample bonus structure."
Her blue eyes stare directly into my own and I feel the heat, the connection between us.
"I'm not interested in that. I'm interested in working in a flexible, innovative environment. I'm inspired by beauty, not the money," she says without flinching.
Again, she's so direct. I'm not sure if I love it or hate it
. I have a mind to bend her over my knee and to spank that tight little ass.
Every time she defies me and opposes what I say, it makes me want her more. It makes me want to dominate her into submission. Let her try to resist me then.
This has been an interesting evening, but it's not over yet. Internally, I make it my personal mission to make sure that Claire will be begging for it tonight.
We finish our wine and I offer to take her on a little stroll around the city before going back to my penthouse.
Claire
I hear the clacking of our shoes along the pavement and the crunching of the leaves underneath our feet as we walk, with no real destination in mind—or at least, not to my knowledge.
The air is crisp enough that I’d be uncomfortable without my jacket on, but right now, I’m toasty and content with it draped across my shoulders.
The company isn’t too bad, as well.
Liam is such a fucking dashing guy—although he is intimidating with his expensive tastes. Thankfully, tonight, I’m enjoying our quaint, aimless stroll around the city—as opposed to being wined and dined like usual. I feel like I really have a chance to get to know him better in quiet, genuine moments like this.
We walk a couple of blocks in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. Not long into our stroll, the breeze really starts picking up, the whistle of the night’s wind starting to blow.
It passes through us, and my dress waves effortlessly along, making me well aware of how easy-access I am tonight. I wonder if Liam has noticed, too…
The mere thought has me burning with desire.
I imagine his hands trailing along the length of my thigh, gripping my skirt and pushing it up, higher and higher until my pussy is protected only by thin fabric—
Get it together, Claire! I scold myself. Live in the fucking moment, would you?
I feel my cheeks flush red when Liam suddenly turns to me. “Is there anywhere you’d like to go? Any particular thing you want to see?”
“Oh, no. Not really. I’m following your lead tonight,” I respond, thankful for the interruption of my thoughts.
He raises an eyebrow at me and gives me a dazzling smile.
I wonder what he has in mind?
We continue walking, and more and more, I enjoy the scenic path we’ve decided to take. There are many trees stripping themselves of their leaves, beautiful colors all around, and tall, old buildings—the kind with so much character that you just can’t tear them down to make room for new ones.
I am completely captivated by this sight, by the breeze, by the subdued romanticism of everything that’s happening—which is why I’m caught off guard when Liam suddenly presses me against a wall.
He touches his lips to mine. Yet another pleasant interruption.
Surprised, I gasp before immediately kissing him back.
His lips are full and soft. Every feature of his is spectacular, but there’s just something about those lips.
His tongue finds mine, and as the two dance together, the wind comes whistling through again...but this time I’m so warm I barely notice it, not until I feel air where my skirt should be.
As we kiss, Liam hovers over me. I lift my leg to his crotch and rub my knee against his hard cock, bulging through his pants. His hands find my thigh, just like in my fantasies, except his hand right now is sliding smoothly higher, coming closer and closer to my sopping wet pussy.
Fuck.
Suddenly, we hear footsteps.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Muttering to himself, Liam withdraws, flashes me a mischievous grin, and pulls me away from the wall, so we can go back to walking.
I go along with him, but my heart is beating several miles a minute from that intense kiss—and from almost getting caught.
We walk, hand in hand for about another block. I look over at Liam, and he looks back. Our eyes meet, and our mutual desire is clear and present.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about smoking hot billionaires, it’s that they tend to get what they want, when they want it.
Liam tugs me into a dark alleyway, where he pushes me once more against a building. He starts making out with me passionately.
His hands explore my body. They start at my waist, and travel up and down my sides, stimulating my most sensitive areas. He brings them up and gropes my tits firmly, and I’m sure he feels my rock hard nipples through my dress.
I arch my back and press my pussy against his cock. I can be impatient, too.
In fact, I’m hungry for him. I need to feel him inside me.
Liam takes his hand and presses it between my legs, resting right against my cunt. I almost come right there for him, my clit is so swollen and sensitive from the sexual tension.
He slides my panties to the side and teases my pussy lips, already drenched in my own arousal. The suspense alone is enough to make me want to come with a single flick, but I hold out as he starts rubbing my clit.
I moan wildly, making him rub harder and faster. He starts kissing my neck, and I melt in his arms. He places his arm on my waist to anchor me and then plunges two fingers into my slick pussy.
“Fuck, Liam, fuck!”
He has my back pushed hard against this brick building. Liam’s aggressiveness turns me on like nothing else does. As he pumps his fingers in me, I thrust my hips to him, getting him inside me as deep as possible.
I feel my entire body tingling, and from head to toe, start feeling jolts of orgasm course through my limbs. I hold Liam tight as I ride through a crashing wave of ecstasy.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I moan, my eyes shut against the pleasure.
Liam slows his fingers and pulls them out from me. I pant and try to regain my footing on my own.
A single thought nestles in my brain: I want more.
I drop to my knees, bringing myself eye level with Liam’s crotch. I pull out his hard, thick, long, throbbing cock and, of course, marvel at its size and beauty before anything else. What a fucking perfect cock.
I welcome the tip of his cock into my mouth and rotate my head, twisting my mouth as I slide in the shaft. He moans in delight. Hearing him, I sense my pussy getting even wetter.
He flexes his hips towards my face, and starts humping as I bob my head on his giant cock. He starts running his hands through my hair, grazing his nails against my scalp as my mouth pleases his cock.
“Fuck yes, Claire. Fucking suck that.”
Liam continues to thrust against my face, fucking my mouth in this empty, dark alleyway. Anyone could appear at any time and see us here, and the thrill of that makes my mouth water even more. I moan at the thought as his cock continues to glide in and out of my throat.
Suddenly, Liam tears his cock from my mouth. Surprised, I release a whimper at the sudden absence of his fantastic cock.
He moves to help me stand up and then spins me around. My hands are pressed against the tall building, and my ass is pushed out, my back arched.
I feel the tip of Liam’s cock positioned at the entrance of my pussy.
Oh my god. We’re really doing it here, the realization hits me.
I never thought I’d be the kind of girl to have her ass out in public, dripping wet, waiting to be fucked.
“Beg for it, Claire.”
Oh my god.
“Please, Liam. Fuck me. Please.”
I’m ready for him to take me to another level, right here and now.
I push back against him, and he responds by pushing fully inside of me. I let out a loud, shameless moan and scrape my nails against the building.
Liam brings his hands around my waist as he pumps into me. He presses his firm, muscular torso against my back and brings his face close to my ear.
“You’re going to get us noticed out here with all that noise, Claire,” he whispers to me.
Shit, he’s right . I let out a quieter moan to let him know I can’t stand his fucking. It feels too good.
“Don’t worry. I like it when a girl’s not afraid
to get caught,” he adds as he starts fucking me harder and faster.
He moves his hands to my hips and starts pulling me against his cock as he fucks me. I thought sex was great before Liam, but this is fucking phenomenal.
I push my ass out further for him, pushing my own hands hard against the side of the building. I moan and whine as his cock quickly shoves in and out of my cunt.
Liam’s fucking me so hard that my tits are bouncing out of my dress and practically hitting me in the face with each violent, perfect thrust. He brings his face close to me again.
“Come for me, Claire,” he orders. And of course, I oblige him.
I collapse at his cock and my pussy gushes cum. I feel it spewing from my cunt.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!”
“Fuck, yes. Good girl.”
As I orgasm, I feel Liam’s cock twitching and throbbing hard against my pussy walls. He explodes, filling my pussy with his cum. It mixes with mine and gushes from my pussy as he pulls out.
I’m panting, my chest rising and falling, and I let out one final moan when he smacks me in the ass.
Liam
Still dripping with bother her cum and mine, Claire swivels around to hug me.
For a second, I’m almost surprised, but the one feeling I’m capable of right now is sheer bliss. Where else am I supposed to find a girl that would let me make her cum in an alleyway?
As she fixes her dress and her panties, she bends down in front of me and scoops up cum that’s run down her leg and licks it from her finger. I can see her pushing it around her mouth with her tongue.
I feel my cock twitch as I watch the smile slowly spread on her face. I can’t help but bring my lips to hers.
Soon, I’m enjoying the taste of her cum mixed with mine as we swap it back and forth between our mouths.
We end the exchange with the cum in her mouth, and I watch her as she swallows it down. She smiles again and licks her lips.
“Well, Claire,” I say. “Would you like to continue to our next stop?”
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