“I’m gonna call security,” the guy yelled at Liam from the hallway.
“Mae, I have to go.”
“No. You’re going to let him in aren’t you?”
Joan pressed the “End” icon and tossed the phone onto the desk. She unlocked the deadbolt but left the chain on and opened the door a crack. “You have to go. You’re going to have your bruised up face all over the front page.”
“Better let me in then.”
Joan shook her head “I don’t think so. More sex is not going to help our situation. Just go home. I am going to do my part and show up Friday morning. You don’t have to worry about that, all right?”
“Good. I won’t worry about that then. How about you let me in now? I feel like an idiot standing out here begging to get inside.”
“Then go home.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Joan narrowed her eyes at him. “You can’t guilt trip your way in here.”
“I think I can. You just need an excuse to let me in because you want me in there as much as I want entrance. Take the excuse, Joan. Open the door.”
With the door open a crack, Joan recognized her father coming down the hallway.
Oh shit.
Joan closed the door, released the chain, opened the door and pulled Liam inside. She shut the door with a slam and threw the bolt.
“Stop yelling and slamming doors. It’s after two in the morning, you animals.” Her father bellowed at her closed door.
“Okay, you old bastard, we’re—”
Joan slapped her hand over his mouth, her eyes wide. “That’s my dad,” she whispered.
“Old bastard? Open the door you little peon so I can blacken your other eye.”
Liam untied the bow in her robe with one tug on the right end and the oversized robe fell open and off one shoulder.
“Liam.” She hissed removing her hand from his mouth to get her robe closed. “That’s my dad. You have to apologize.”
“It’s better if I don’t. He may recognize my voice tomorrow.” His gaze was bathing her in heat.
Joan looked toward the door thinking over what he said and feeling torn. The bow she’d just retied came loose. “You should probably shut me up before I say something else.”
“Shut yourself up. He’s upset enough without you adding to his stress.”
“Excellent suggestion.” He reached inside her robe and began lifting the golden, silk midriff night tank top.
Joan caught his wrist. “Liam, he might still be out there.”
He lifted his wrist she was holding, raising her arms up over her head. When his hot mouth sucked her breast through the thin silk she gasped, squeezing her thighs together trying to hide the evidence of the sudden wet heat between her legs.
Liam lifted the wet silk up until both of her breasts were uncovered.
Pull your shirt down, Joan. Tell him to go.
She couldn’t. The need to feel his mouth on her again was so strong that she found herself arching toward his mouth, practically begging him to continue.
“You didn’t leave because of the fight with Tate,” he said and then ran his tongue over her aching bud.
Joan met his gaze as he laved his tongue over her breasts. It felt good, but it wasn’t what she needed. “Let’s talk later, okay?”
“Answer the question,” he said moving to her other breast. His tongue again teased her nipple, running over and around the tight peak much too gentle for what she needed.
“No, I didn’t leave because of the fight.”
He pulled the sensitive nub of her breast into the heat of his mouth, sucking urgently. Joan released his wrist as he circled her waist with one arm, pulling her pink bud deeper into his mouth. His other hand palmed her other breast pinching and tweaking the tip.
His mouth slowly withdrew making Joan groan. “Don’t stop,” she said. “Please don’t stop.”
“Why did you leave?”
Joan clenched her teeth together as he began to lightly lick and circle the sensitive tip he’d been teasing with his hand. “Is this an interrogation technique of yours?”
“Tell me.”
Knowing how he would reward her almost made her tell him, but she didn’t want to encourage him to keep tormenting her body when she already wanted him.
Joan took his hand from her breast and began guiding it down her stomach. “Liam?” she said when he his hand reached the band of her shorts.
“Yes?” He choked out. His gaze unable to move away from her hands wrapped around his.
“Do you like my shorts?” she asked guiding his hand lower, over her mound to the slick, hot evidence of her desire for him.
Liam let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl. “Tonight we’re going slow.”
“Are we?”
She closed her legs around his hand, squeezing him against her hot center. “Mmm.” She moved against his hand.
Fuck.
Watching Joan grinding against his hand, her palms running over her breasts, he felt the pre-cum of his arousal wet the tip of his hard cock.
If he let her keep going like this, he’d lose control again and this time he wanted to leave her without a doubt that he could worship her body like no other. Liam wanted Joan to need him, need what only he could give her.
If he could convince her to spend a few weeks or even months with him, he would have tasted the kind of love that Westley was always talking about.
Liam slid his hand up and out from her hold as he circled around her until he was behind her. “Trying to seduce me, Joan?” He nuzzled her neck with his mouth and snaked an arm around her waist when she started to move away.
“You don’t need to do anything to turn me on. I think of you and I want you. You yell at me, push me, run from me, run to me, on me, I want you.”
He kissed her neck, grazing the curve with his teeth. “I hear you breathe, and I want to be the reason you lose your breath.” He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants. Liam groaned as his rock hard shaft sprang free. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as much as he did Joan.
She was trembling in front of him. “Liam, don’t… do that.” She tried to step away from him.
Liam held her where she was. “Do what?” he asked pushing her pajama shorts down to her knees.
“Don’t act like this is more than sex. Just fuck me and….”
He pumped his shaft over her slick folds and against her clit. Joan leaned back against him. She looked down to watch his wet cock emerge from between her legs, slick with her arousal.
“When Tatum told me he saw you naked, I wanted to murder him.” Liam wound her hair around his hand and pulled so she was looking up at him. “But you? All I could think about was burying my cock in your pussy and hearing you scream my name.”
She closed her eyes. Leaning harder against him as her legs weakened beneath her, she moved her hips trying to guide him inside. He let her get close, enjoying the feel of her as he made love to her mouth with his.
Joan’s lips would part under his as she gasped in frustration, making his cock jump and stretch as he got even harder. She felt so good he was tempted to push inside her. The only thing holding him back was the fact he still needed to suit up his dick with a raincoat.
“Liam, stop teasing me. Give me what I need.”
“Tell me what you need and it’s yours.”
Joan thought she heard a note in his voice like he wasn’t just talking about sex. But then he turned her around again so they were face to face and backed her up until she was against the wall, his penis, hard and wet against her stomach.
Every time he’d said, “I want you,” in his list of ways that was probably a list he gave to every woman, the orgasm building in her core leaped up higher, every sensual nerve ending in her body consumed with Liam.
Sex talk wasn’t something she did. At least not like Liam, so she went with the truth, wanting him to feel how he made her feel. “Liam,” she said as she
unbuttoned his shirt. “Every time I’ve thought of you since last night, the way you lost control like you did…” She kissed his chest to avoid looking into his eyes while she made her confession.
“I’d ache for you. Remember you looking at me while you….” She sucked in a breath as he lifted her left knee up and hooked it over his hand that was pressed against the wall.
Liam’s head bent forward, his forehead kissing hers. “Keep going,” he said. “You remember me looking at you while I what?”
The scorching heat of his gaze sent a tremor through her core like the beginning of an orgasm. “I can’t talk while you’re looking at me like that.”
“Like what? Talk to me, Joan. You’re making me so hard.”
Joan wasn’t exaggerating when she said she couldn’t talk with him looking at her like he was. She couldn’t think.
She kissed him, loving the feel of his lips against hers. Trailed her mouth down his chin, neck, and collarbone before she dared speak. “I could’ve come just thinking of you, Liam.” She ran her tongue over his nipple as she spread his shirt open and over his shoulders.
He rocked his hips into her. His wet dick was hard against her stomach.
“When you pulled me against you in the ballroom tonight, I wanted you to lift up my dress and take me right there. I wanted you so bad I didn’t care who was watching.” As soon as that last confession left her mouth, she felt her face heat with embarrassment.
Liam lifted her higher on the wall, anchoring his other hand beneath her right knee so that she was spread open to him completely. “If the whole world was watching us right now, I’d still be doing this to you.” He growled as his thick shaft slid between her folds, massaging her clit with the head of his huge cock.
Joan whimpered, crying out as she lifted up against his hands trying to hold off her climax. She didn’t want this to be over.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He commanded following her up the wall and stroking her fire with his velvet smooth head.
“Liam.” She cried his name as her body rocked against him. She was coming hard. The gush of her orgasm over his dick nearly cost him his sanity. It was almost too difficult not to push into her, mount her on his cock, and come inside her.
Her whimpers and cries were enough to bring him to his knees. Her pink swollen lips open in ecstasy and the jade blue of her eyes peeking out at him from beneath her sable lashes saw in his eyes what he hadn’t said aloud.
“I want you inside me, Liam,” she said as soon as she had her voice back.
“Not yet,” he said. “Raise up higher for me, blue eyes.” He commanded.
Pushing off his hands, she slid up the wall. “I want you, Liam.” She repeated, her core aching for his cock to fill her.
Liam held her gaze as he bent slightly forward, kissing the heart of her most intimate place. He pushed her knees up higher, against the wall next to her shoulders. “I’ve wanted to eat you like this since the first time you sassed me in your pink boots.”
The pearl of pre-come on his cock as he looked at her all spread open for him, made her body shake with need. Joan whimpered with the intense ache of her need for him.
“I want you so bad it hurts.” The pleading quality of her voice impossible to hide from him.
Liam groaned, his teeth clenching as his cock jumped.
Joan clenched her eyes shut as the aching pinch of need moistened her pussy under his gaze. Then his mouth was on her again. “Mmmm, so good.” He growled as he began to suck and lick her with long, carnal strokes.
Her fingers ran through his hair encouraging him to continue.
“Is this what you want?” Liam asked, his mouth moving over her in a vibrating, caress. “Me, buried between your legs?”
“Yes.” She panted.
Her pussy was so wet, her taste so sweet. He couldn’t get enough. When she rocked her pussy harder against his mouth in an involuntary spasm, he knew she was close. Her face pink with the heat of their passion, Liam watched her eyes blaze as he sank his tongue into her core.
She was on the cusp, her mouth open, her body frozen squeezing his tongue. He pushed deeper and watched her come apart. Her hands fisted in his hair as she rocked against his mouth. Her pussy massaging his tongue as he drank her sweet nectar.
He didn’t stop until well after her hands relaxed in his hair. Every sweep of his tongue made her body quake. His dick so jealous of his tongue, it throbbed to the beat of his heart.
Joan whimpered and guided his face back and away. “I’m going to pass out if you don’t let me breathe.”
Liam smiled up at her with a tiger’s grin.
“Do you think we should go to the bedroom?” she asked as he began to lower her down the wall. “I’d like to do some playing of my own.”
“I need to put on a condom….”
“I’m on the pill,” she said wrapping her legs around his waist. “Why don’t you lay back and let me ride you?”
Liam’s teeth clenched together, his nostrils flaring. “I’d rather give you something to remember when you look at me tomorrow. Something that will have you wet and ready for me, so that when I pull up your skirt or bend you over the kitchen counter I can fuck you hard and deep.”
Yes, fuck me, Liam.
“Are you sore from yesterday?” he asked as sweat dripped from his hair down the side of his face. “I was rough. We can go slow.”
“I like it rough.” Joan breathed.
Liam took hold of her hips, lifting her before slowly lowering her onto the head of his dick. Joan leaned forward wanting to bury her face in his shoulder. He pushed her back against the wall, his gaze greedy to see her face.
“Are you ready for me, blue eyes?” His voice was full of lust and heat.
His cock was thicker than she remembered. The heat and stretch to let him in nearly sent her over the edge again. Liam was straining to hold still waiting for her answer she realized, as another heavy drop of sweat rolled past his ear.
“I’m always ready for you,” she told him.
His grip on her waist tightened as he thrust his overly well-endowed shaft into her pussy. Joan cried out, her nails scoring the back of his shoulders as she clenched around his steel rod. “Yes, more.” She gasped as he lifted her and then lowered her into his thrust.
Each pump delving deeper into her core than the last. Liam lifted her, pulling her down as he pushed deeper. “Fuck, your pussy is squeezing me so good.” He groaned gripping her tighter. “I need more but stop me if I hurt you.”
Joan rotated her hips inching further down his manhood as her answer.
He bucked hard filling her as deep as he had the night before. “More.” He demanded, unhooking her ankles and pushing her legs from his hips so her body weight was held up entirely by his hips pressing her into the wall and onto his massive cock.
She cried out, the hot silky glove of her core clutching him. He pounded into her. The wall shook behind her as he pulled out and thrust back inside. She was coming again. Her cries wrapped around his name. Her hips meeting his thrusts as his attempts to last another round failed.
He was coming, filling her with his seed. Her feet met the floor as he rocked against her, giving her every drop of him. Liam fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head back so he could make love to her mouth while her pussy expressed the last of his powerful ejaculation.
They slid down the wall and ended up breathless on the carpet. Liam gathered her close as he fought back the heavy fatigue weighing him down.
He kissed her forehead. “Are you okay?”
“Stop asking me that.” She grinned against his chest. “You’re so conceited.”
Liam laughed. “Do I have a reason not to be?”
“No,” she answered her voice sounding as tired as he felt.
“Need me to carry you to bed?”
“Shhh,” she said. “Joan’s sleeping.”
He stopped fighting his exhaustion letting his heavy lids fall, but they popped
back open as someone beat against the door.
“Hello? This is the hotel manager. Is everyone all right? We’ve had… the most noise complaints about your suite in the history of this hotel.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Liam looked down to see if Joan was awake. Her eyes were open too, her face blushing pink.
“What are we gonna do?” she asked biting her lip.
“It’s okay, don’t worry.” Liam got up and walked over to the door wearing nothing but his socks. “Sorry about the noise. We’ll keep it down.”
“Please open the door, sir. The police will be called if I can’t make certain everyone is well.”
What?
“Hasn’t anyone ever had sex in this hotel before?”
Joan was up and running around collecting her still wet top, then sliding her sweet ass into the tiny pair of silk shorts before cinching up her robe.
“Not to the tune of thirty-two complaints and the concern expressed in these complaints for the female occupant.”
“Oh my gosh,” Joan said covering her face with her hands. “Was I that loud? I can never come out of this room now.”
Liam pulled on his pants as the manager warned again that they needed to open the door. “I’ll get it,” Liam said giving her a wink. “It’s a proud moment for me after all.”
Joan threw a couch pillow at him.
He opened the door to a red-faced man with a pencil thin mustache, who was wearing one of those long-tailed black penguin jackets. Past him were several occupants gawking at him, including Joan’s dad who was scowling more than gawking.
“See? All is well,” Liam said. “Thanks for checking in.”
“Mr. Wainwright, I’m sorry but I have to insist that I check on the female who checked into this room.”
“That’s fine,” Liam said opening the door barely wide enough for the manager to squeeze sideways into the room. Liam closed the door behind the manager.
I’m not telling Joan her dad heard what we just did. Fuck, she’d kill me.
The manager cleared his throat as he looked at Joan. “Are you okay, Ms. Thurston?”
“Yes,” Joan said, her cheeks turning the sexiest shade of cherry red.
The manager drew closer to her and said in a lower voice, “If you’re being forced against your will or held captive just nod your head and I’ll protect you.”
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