Beautifully Revealed

by Bethany Bazile

  “I’m going to come,” I declare as he slips a finger into me.

  “No you won’t. You come when I tell you to.” How am I supposed to stop this incredible build up from exploding when his fingers are doing all those delicious swirling motions over my clit? He breaks our kiss and latches on to my nipple.

  “I can’t, Liam,” I groan as my legs begin to tremble from the need to release this tension. He withdraws his finger and pulls me to the bench where he sits down and turns me away from him as I sit on his engorged cock. His hands grip my hips and he eases me slowly down onto him. Once I’m fully seated on him he bites down on my ear lobe and says, “Fuck me and don’t stop until I come.”

  Umm…are words supposed to make someone come? Because those words almost made me cream all over him. A stinging slap lands on my thigh and I begin to move on command. I can feel him reaching over, and when he presses a button on the wall warm water sprays over my body.

  Liam Maddox does nothing the normal way. He turns a shower fuck into an exercise in being able to withstand an overload of sexual stimulation. The warm water caresses my skin like a thousand fingertips. My nipples are hard, my clit is achingly swollen, and Liam’s cock is bumping against all the right places as I bounce over him.

  He releases my hips and one hand plucks my left nipple while the other widens my spread thighs and glides over my clit.

  “Come” he demands, as he pinches my nipple. I stop concentrating on holding back, let my mind soak in the pleasure, and I erupt with a soundless cry. My brain is too shocked by the extreme rush of euphoria that travels through my body to even articulate a basic scream or moan.

  Another smack on my thigh brings me slightly out of my daze as I realize I stopped moving. He nips my neck with his teeth and growls when I jolt back into my rhythm, fucking him harder than I was before. He grips my hips and I look over my shoulder at him. His head is pushed back against the wall and he’s biting his lip trying to hold back. I reach down between us and cup his balls as I continue to work my tightened tunnel over his steely length.

  “Ohh…” he roars as his hand stops my motion and he comes deep within me with his head thrown back and gasping for breath. I lean back against him and he kisses my neck softly, sending goose bumps over my wet skin.

  I let him hold me until our heavy breathing and quickened pulses abate, then I get up and walk under the waterfall, hoping the cool water will settle down my swirling head. Having sex with Liam is a full body experience. I hear a low rumble of laughter from his corner and I look over at him slung over the bench with his arm covering his eyes.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing, I just missed fucking you like this.” He uncovers his eyes and gazes at me. I have to stop myself from going back over there because the way the water is flowing over his skin is very tempting. His hair is wet and tousled, and his green eyes are glowing with happiness. He’s so beautiful it’s impossible to keep from wanting to touch him, taste him, bury him deep inside me and ride him to paradise.

  He walks over to me and picks up the shower gel. He gently massages it into my skin leaving me hot all over again by the time he’s done. “It’s almost laughable how much time we’ve wasted fucking up something that can be so beautiful.”

  He’s right, when thing are good between us the world is a blissful place to be. The problem is we have a hard time staying in that world. We always provoke each other to run away and that’s when everything gets dark and miserable.

  Liam

  “Why did we have to drive twenty miles to come to the beach when we have a beach as our back yard?” After our shower, Ella practically dragged me out the condo and drove us down here. Her oddly giddy behavior is adorable so if I have to drive miles to make her this way, I’d definitely do it again.

  “This is not just any beach,” she says removing her sandals and pulling me onto the sand. “My father used to take me to this beach. We used to make handprints in the sand together. This is the only place I remember really being happy as a child.”

  She takes me towards the edge of the water and lets it run over her bare feet. I sit and pull her down between my spread legs with her back against my chest as we gaze into the ocean. We don’t speak for a long time, just let the calming effect of the water soak in. When she finally breaks the silence I’m surprised by her question. “Do you think you’ll ever talk to your dad again?”

  I haven’t thought of it much since my mom passed away. To me it’s like he was in some way responsible for all the lost time between us. “No,” I answer honestly. My relationship with my father seems like a big lie now and I don’t think we’ll come back from that.

  “I hope you realize after what happened with Anna, that we don’t have forever to fix what’s broken. You have to be sure about your decision because I don’t want you to wake up regretting it one day.”

  “I won’t,” I answer flatly. She nods her head and just when I think this conversation is over she asks another question.

  “Will you ever forgive Lucas?”

  My body tenses and I hate that I react that way over his name. If it weren’t for the history she shared with him I wouldn’t be so affected by him. “I don’t know if I need to forgive him. I realized years ago that Lucas was not what I thought he was. After my trip to Chicago I don’t like who he’s become even more. He’s selfish and needy. I understand that he’s important to you, but I don’t need him in my life.”

  “I just don’t want you to be as alone as I was. You should have family and friends.”

  “You are my family, Ella. As long as I have you I don’t need a line of manipulative people pretending to love me, but only on their terms.”

  I wrap my arm around her midsection and kiss the top of her head. She’s trying to fix things that are now insignificant to me and I love her for wanting to give me more. After less than an hour we get up, find a pizza place on the boardwalk, and we eat a ridiculously loaded pie on the outdoor seating area.

  “You look so normal,” she says, watching me stuff a piece of pizza in my mouth.

  “What’s that supposed to mean? I am normal.”

  “Sometimes I forget you’re a big deal to the world. You’re this intimidating, powerful man to everyone, but with me you can be so soft and sweet.”

  “Soft and sweet? Maybe I’m just too easy on you. I haven’t given you the opportunity to experience my strong arm tactics.”

  She giggles at my response. “I’ve experienced it all when it comes to you.” She takes a few bites before scrunching up her face and putting her slice down. “Why did I let you talk me into putting that much stuff on my pizza?”

  “Because you like it when I tell you what to do.” She wants to argue with me, but holds off when she realizes it’s true. She stares at her pizza then pushes the plate away, more interested in watching me eat mine.

  “How’d you get into the magazine business?” She’s in the fifty questions mood today and I indulge her.

  “When I got out of college the company was basically thrust down my throat by my father because he was ready to slow down. After a year of feeling like I wasn’t doing anything for myself, I ventured into the magazine business. When that took off I opened the club in Miami, followed by the one in Chicago and soon we’ll be opening in New York.”

  “I admire your drive and your success, it turns me on.” She licks her lips and smiles at me.

  “Ella, everything I do turns you on. You’re probably turned on watching me eat this pizza.” She blushes, something I rarely see her do, but it looks great on her.

  The sun is setting when we get back home. We shower off the sand before getting into bed. Ella falls asleep quickly and I can’t help but to worry about the weird feeling I have that she’s holding something back. I decide not to push her because I can’t expect her to reveal all her secrets all at once. This time I’ll let her open up on her own time.

  Chapter 15

  Isabella

  On Wednes
day I felt apprehensive. With all the plans in motion for my meeting with Elaina on Friday, I feel the urge to cancel but the thought of that video circulating to the press has me pushing forward. Cayden left town yesterday, and I wish I could talk to him because he always knows just what to say to calm my anxiety. Rich and Lillian are so excited to see me and Liam back together that they haven’t noticed my lack of focus at work. Liam, on the other hand, notices everything. Every time it’s on the tip of his tongue to ask me what’s going on, he backs off. Maybe he’s afraid to find out anything else after my other revelations, but I’m thankful because I don’t have to lie to his face.

  By the time Thursday rolls in, I want to give Elaina the money and move on with my life. That night when we get home I decide I just want to spend the night lost in Liam’s arms, where I don’t have to think about tomorrow morning with Elaina. Liam heads to the phone to order us dinner, but I stop him by pinning him against the kitchen counter, kissing him passionately as I work on the buttons of his shirt.

  “Don’t you want some dinner?” he asks between kisses.

  “I want to eat you first.” I smile at him and drop down in front of him as his pants puddle at his feet. His hot flesh extends enticingly in front of my eyes. I flick my tongue over the tip and watch it flinch. The involuntary movement excites me and I envelop it with my mouth. He watches me intently as I work him deep into the back of my throat. I feel him throb against my tongue and I pull back to suck on the tip. His fingers tighten on the counter as I begin a rhythm that’s sure to have him shooting off into my mouth in minutes.

  I wrap one hand around the base and the other cups his tightened balls. He groans loudly as he pulls my hair out of its bun and wraps it in his hand instead. When he begins to pump into my mouth I know he’s going to give me what I want. His thrusts are deep. I look up, and watch him with his head thrown back and the veins in his neck are strained from being on the edge of ultimate pleasure.

  I pull back and begin to lick his balls. His hand automatically begins to stroke his cock, and he shudders as I suck them into my mouth. He throws back his head and growls. I pull back and stick out my tongue just in time to catch his hot seed as it shoots out. The warm liquid squirts onto my tongue and I lick the tip, causing tremors of aftershocks to flow through his body. He pulls me up by applying light pressure to his grip on my hair. His mouth closes over mine, slowly caressing every recess of my mouth like he’s starved of my taste.

  His hands cup my ass as he lifts me off the ground, and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist as he kicks off his pants and carries me into our room. My back hits the bed and his weight covers me immediately. His mouth travels along my chin and he licks on my neck causing little jolts of sexual excitement to race to my already-soaked pussy.

  He sits up on his knees and takes his time removing my shirt and bra. His finger slowly traces my tightly beaded nipples. I arch my back with each feather-like caress, aching for him to pinch them and then suck them into his mouth, but he continues to tease me with eyes so intense I think he may be already fucking me in his head. One finger glides from my collarbone down my midriff, and pauses at the edge of my skirt, toying with the button.

  I push up against his hand and his eyes flick up to mine. He arches an eyebrow at me and I settle back down on the bed. Satisfied with my obedience, he unfastens my skirt and pulls it down over my hips along with my soaked panties. His hungry gaze sweeps over my body before locking in on my eyes. He pulls his shirt off over his head and now I’m wantonly running my eyes over his body.

  I lick my lips as he moves in over me, but before he can claim my mouth in another searing kiss, I push him onto his back and smile triumphantly. He squints his eyes, contemplating whether to let me take control, so before he can decide I lower myself onto his thick hardness. He pulls me down with a hand on the back of my neck. He kisses me passionately, his tongue battles with mine trying to slow my rushed kiss. I enjoy the way his cock is stretching me. The sensation is incredibly gratifying, but I need to move.

  I break away from his mouth and he tries to pull me back down, but I resist and start to rock against him. My movements are brisk and hurried as I chase a quick release. His hands at my hips halt my movements. I look down at him and wonder why he seems to be in complete control when I’m on the edge of rapture.

  He flips me over unexpectedly and I protest by pushing against his chest. He captures my hands in his and pins them against the bed over my head. His hips thrust sharply against me and his cock drives in so deep my back arches off the bed and I gasp for air. His body is plastered to mine as he grinds against me, sending all types of pleasure across my skin and through my body. “Let me love you,” he whispers into my ear in a raspy tone that has me moaning.

  Our bodies are perfectly aligned. His eyes are focused on mine, his nose rubbing against mine, his lips barely brushing mine, and his deliberately slow thrusts are driving me insane. The way his groin rubs against my clit and the deep stroke of his cock are building towards something huge. He lets go of my hand and I clutch his back. He kisses my lips and my neck for what seems like hours as he keeps me on the edge of my climax. The emotions that pass between us as he gazes into my eyes are more than love. I just don’t know how to explain the need to cry over this man loving me so thoroughly with his body, that I feel complete.

  He grips the pillow on both sides of my head then captures my moans with his mouth as he begins long, slow, deep thrusts into my aching core. I gasp and pant as he sucks on my bottom lip. My hands clasp the corded muscles of his arms as I fight to keep eye contact with him.

  My eyes widen and every muscle in my body tightens as a pulsing moment of release clutches me in its grip and sends me soaring further than I thought possible. With one last thrust, Liam freezes deep inside my clenching tunnel and his body stiffens under my grasp. His lips capture my continued moans and he responds by groaning into my mouth. His eyes glaze over with something unfamiliar as he cries out my name and spills himself deep inside me. The sound of my name on his lips causes me to run my hand through his hair and pull him into a breathless kiss that lasts long after our bodies stop shuddering.

  When he pulls away he looks much like I feel. “Wow…what was that?” I ask.

  He smiles and rubs his nose against mine. “That was me proving we can connect on every level, not just quick and dirty.” That was proven months ago, but this was new. Slow love making wasn’t something that ever fulfilled me, maybe because I never felt like I deserved to be cherished that way. Tonight I accepted it and the results were beyond anything I could’ve imagined.

  He shifts his weight to the bed and lays his head on my breast, plucking my nipples with his fingers. From the way his breathing is increasing and the undeniable jerk of his cock against my thigh, there’s no doubt in my mind that we’ll be up all night and I’m more than prepared to receive anything he’s going to give me.

  I need to do this.

  I have to free myself from my past if I want to hold on to a future with Liam. I watch him from the doorway. His naked body is gloriously splayed across the bed, the sunlight beaming in the window glistening off his rippled chest. His bedraggled hair is a reminder of the frenzied sex we had throughout the night. I needed him desperately, as if this oncoming meeting would bring an end to us. A sick feeling has rooted deep in my gut since I last saw Elaina. His arm moves from the pillow and my heart begins to pound. If he wakes up I won’t be able to get out of here without a thorough explanation. He adjusts his morning wood before pushing his face into my pillow and drifting back to sleep. I grab my bag and rush out the door before the opportunity to sneak out undetected slips away.

  By the time I pull up outside Stephen Brooks’s office my hands are shaking. I reach into my glove compartment and grab my Chloe glasses to shield the anxiety I’m sure is filling my eyes. The office is exactly the way I remember it ten years ago when I came here before my escape. I was never supposed to return. I promised my dad I would nev
er let them find me. Stephen greets me at the reception area with a genuine smile then leads me into his office.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, as he sits behind his desk.

  “I don’t want to do this. I have to this.”

  He shakes his head in obvious disapproval. “Alright,” he pulls a briefcase out of a locked drawer and places it on the desk then he pulls out a document and places it on top of the briefcase. “Your father wouldn’t like this.”

  “I know.” I pick up the case and the documents, trying to ignore his worried gaze. “Thank you, Stephen.” He nods at me as I walk out the door and back to my car. I make the trip back to Palm Beach in half the time with my foot jammed on the gas. The motel Elaina told me to meet her at is small and cheap. Without my father’s money to support her habit and high social standing, it seems she’s fallen from grace. The Elaina I grew up with wouldn’t even notice a place like this.

  I sit in my car for a few minutes staring at the room she told me she was staying in. The parking lot is mostly deserted and there isn’t a sign of anyone else around. After taking a few deep breaths I grab the case and step out the car. I climb the small staircase slowly, hesitating before knocking on the grayish-white door.

  The door swings open immediately to reveal a flawless Elaina. You would never be able to tell she was staying in a rickety motel off the strip. She looks more like she’s stepping out of the Ritz Carlton with her designer wrap dress and pumps that make me jealous of her mile long legs.

  “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come in?” She cocks a perfectly arched eyebrow at me, so I brush pass her and step into the stale-smelling room. Despite all the lights being on, the room is dark and dreary. “Did you bring the money?”

  I spin towards her voice. Her eyes are on the case in my hand and she’s anxious as hell to get her hands on it. I place my oversized purse down on the bed, pull out the document, and hand it to her wordlessly.