by RC Boldt
Before I can muster a response, he rolls us over, still lodged deep within me, until I’m sprawled atop him. His gaze nearly blisters me with heat. Large hands cover my hips before skimming around to mold my ass to pull me tighter to him.
His eyes fall to where our bodies join, and I can’t resist looking down.
Holy shit. My pussy lips surround his hard flesh, and when I lift slightly, a whimper breaks free at how glossy and wet he is from me. The vision of his thick, veiny flesh disappearing inside me when I sink back down on him sends another rush of arousal coursing through me.
Those fingers grip my ass tighter while he watches me with hooded eyes, veins in his neck standing out. Planting my palms on the hard wall of his chest, I work myself over his cock. I slide nearly all the way off him before plummeting back down, taking him deep inside me once again, and I can’t suppress the shock of breath that escapes me at the erotic sensation.
Sharp, assessing eyes never veer from mine, his expression giving nothing away as usual, except for the muscle flickering in his jaw and his nostrils flaring. His fingers tense on my ass on every downstroke, but he doesn’t take charge. He lets me set the pace.
He lets me have my way with him even while his obvious restraint is taking a toll. The cords of his neck stand out prominently and something flashes in his eyes before he abruptly shifts upright, bending at the waist.
Planting his feet on the bed, he slides his knees up to support me from behind. Then his fingers tunnel through my hair to grip my nape firmly while he gives a hard punch of his hips.
On each powerful surge upward, he tunnels impossibly deep while his other hand at my hip holds me firmly to him. My nerve endings go wild at the sensation of the root of his cock rubbing against my clit.
When Liam draws me closer, his nose skimming mine, my nipples draw even tighter. Harsh panting breaths fall from our lips as each upthrust he delivers pushes me closer to the edge.
“Goddamn…are you trying to kill me?” he rasps, torment drenching his tone. “Working me over with that impossibly tight pussy.”
With his thighs bracing my ass, his torso flush against my breasts, he’s everywhere, yet it’s still not enough. He gives another strong upward punch of his hips, impaling me on his cock, and my eyes nearly roll back in ecstasy.
“But I need more.” His raspy words punctuate another thrust, and my muscles draw tighter in anticipation as I near the edge. “So do you.” Another thrust, and this one feels so decadent that I coat him with more of my wetness. He grunts. “That’s it. Let me fuck you good. The way you need it.”
He nips at my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue, pumping in and out in frenzied, needy movements. My inner muscles tighten around his cock, and I grow even wetter, the slick sounds resonating in the room, dragging a deep, throaty groan from him.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, the hand at my hip holding me desperately, as though he fears letting me go.
His thrusts grow wilder, his voice turning ragged as his hot breath washes over my skin. “Christ, woman. You’re dripping all over me. Just begging for me to come inside you.” Our harsh, panting breaths are nearly deafening. “Isn’t that right? You want me to fill you up? Want me to flood that pussy nice and good?”
His words send me plummeting over the edge, my body giving way to powerful shudders. My pussy clamps tightly around him, attempting to pull on every delicious inch of his cock with each spasming motion. My lips part on a silent gasp as I lose myself to my orgasm.
His teeth fasten over my earlobe and tug before he lets out a heady groan, body going taut and hips jerking. “Fuck,” he grunts just as a flood of warm wetness fills me. Those strong arms tighten around me while shudders wrack both our bodies.
I don’t know how he manages to stay upright, especially holding my limp weight. My body is nothing but a malleable post-orgasmic mess weighing down on him.
Perhaps it’s the endorphins coursing through my veins, but the way Liam holds me close as if he’s not ready to let go just yet has emotions warring in my chest.
He gently shifts us, allowing me to curl up with my cheek atop his firm chest. Wrapping an arm around me, he trails his fingertips over my upper arm in a gentle, absent-minded caress. My body is sated, my soul at ease, and a soft smile tugs at my lips.
I hope he realizes that regardless of whatever happens after this—whatever tomorrow brings—I’ll cherish this moment with him.
Forever.
Chapter 41
LIAM
This will change everything. That ominous voice in my head tells me something I already know.
Throwing caution to the wind has never been my forte. It’s never been a trait of mine. I’ve always operated with extreme care and thorough planning.
Until now. With Alexandra with no last name who washed up on my shore.
I’m fucking everything up, and I can’t bear to give a shit—and not because I’m still riding the high of being buried deep inside her perfect pussy.
It’s more than that. More than even I want to admit.
It’s what has me reluctant to let her go. I can’t bear the thought of putting space between us. With her curled up alongside my body, she feels like she…
Fuck.
I close my eyes on a wince, grateful she’s unaware of my inner struggle. Because the truth of the matter is, Alex feels like she fucking belongs here. Like she was meant to be here with me.
“So…” Her tone is muted, but it holds a unique quality that strikes me as a thread of humor.
“So…” I prompt. I wait for her to lift her head, but she doesn’t. Instead, I feel the cheek she has against my pectoral move slightly.
“I just wanted to say…thank you for making my first time so amazing.” There’s no mistaking the thread of amusement in her voice now.
I peer down at the top of her head. “Your first time, huh?” The edges of my mouth tug upward at her attempt at humor.
She gives a slight nod against me. “Definitely.” Then she adds, “You’re my first, but don’t worry. I won’t start planning our wedding and naming our future children or anything.” She lets out a little snicker, and the sound taunts me.
I want more of it. I want to hear this woman laugh. To be the reason she does.
I want to be granted access to the other layers of Alex I haven’t seen yet. But I can’t.
This was doomed from the start, and I’ve only complicated things worse. My gut twists itself into a knot, drawing tighter and tighter, growing progressively painful.
I clear my throat and force a placid tone. “Well, that’s a relief.”
Her palm lies over the center of my chest and the warmth of it seems to permeate through my skin. How the simple touch can soothe me, can calm me, is a mystery in and of itself.
“Since I didn’t realize it was your first time, I didn’t think to ask if there’s anything you wanted to try.”
Holy shit. Where the hell did that come from? I’m just digging the goddamn hole even deeper. Shut the fuck up, asshole.
“Hmm.” Her response vibrates against my skin. “I never did get to try oral.”
My entire body jolts. And of course my dick starts perking up.
Of. Course.
Alex raises her head off my chest to peer at me with blue eyes I know will haunt me forever. Those lips curve up slightly in a secret smile. “I notice that, uh, you might be on board with that idea.” She tips her head in the direction of my dick.
I narrow my eyes. “You’re dangerous.” Goddammit, Alex. Why couldn’t we have met under different circumstances?
She cocks her head to the side, and her long hair shifts, sliding past her shoulder to dust over my chest. “Am I?” When I don’t respond immediately, something crosses her features and her smile dims. “Or…I can just head back to my room.”
I don’t think. I don’t contemplate the repercussions. I just react, trailing my knuckles along her cheek, watching as some of her tension
visibly subsides. “You’re not allowed back in your room.” My tone is firm, but it sounds husky even to my own ears.
“I’m not?” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
“No.” Tucking her hair behind her ear, I trail my fingers over her bare shoulder. A shiver rolls through her, her nipples beading, and I rake the pad of my thumb over one. Her breasts rise and fall, eyes growing hazy with lust.
I reach over to the bedside table and grab a few tissues before easing her thighs apart. Pink blooms on her cheeks, but she lets me wipe her before I clean my cock.
Once that’s done, I tug her close for a kiss. Which is fucking stupid because not only have I never been much into kissing but dragging this out further is a fucking mistake. I know it, yet I’m still not shutting it down.
It turns out Alex with no last name holds some sort of power over me. And it’s not just because she’s got the snuggest pussy I’ve ever experienced.
When I break the kiss, her eyes are heavy-lidded, and it sends possessive satisfaction coursing through me. “You want to try oral?” I rasp against her lips. “I can make that happen.”
“Okay.” Aroused excitement flashes in her eyes. Her quick, eager response acts like a match to dry tinder, igniting every single one of my nerve endings. Jesus, my dick’s already pulsing, ready as hell to have another round with my woman.
Fuck. Not my woman.
“Crawl up here and put that sweet pussy on my lips, but face toward my legs. This way, we can both try oral at the same time.”
Her blue eyes go wide, breath rushing past her parted lips as if I’ve shocked her. Then she draws herself up to her knees to straddle me, edging up farther on the bed.
Once her pussy hovers over my face, I skim my hands up her hips, loving the shiver that rolls through her. Sliding my palms over her lean, muscled ass, I urge her to sink lower.
As soon as those slick lips touch my mouth, I start devouring her. She’s so addictively sweet, and the little noises she makes drive me fucking wild while I fuck her with my tongue.
“Liam.”
Goddamn. The breathless way she says my name has my cock already leaking. With one hand, I reach down and grip my shaft tightly, willing it to calm the hell down. She just tastes so damn good.
With my mouth spread wide, I drive my tongue in and out as deeply as possible. Her inner muscles clench around it, and that has my cock leaking more. Holy fuck. That’s the last semi-coherent thing that crosses my mind before her mouth envelops my cock, taking it deep.
Hot. Wet. Tight. So fucking good. Christ. At this rate, she’ll have me shooting my load far too fucking early.
I grip her hips and tug her pussy more securely to my mouth, hell-bent on making her come all over my tongue. Her breathing turns ragged, but she never stops sliding her mouth up and down my cock, running her tongue along the slit and creating suction around the head.
A driving need to make her lose control has me going wild on her pussy. Her legs tense around my head, and I know she’s getting closer. I thrust my tongue as deep as I can, darting in and out of her. When I pull her even closer, she goes over the edge.
Her moans vibrate along my shaft as she thrusts her pussy against my mouth, inner muscles contracting. She coats my tongue with her sweet wetness, and I can’t fucking get enough.
She barely misses a beat because a second later, she’s sliding her mouth up and down my shaft in a rhythm that has my balls tightening and my toes curling.
When she reaches between my legs and runs her fingers along the seam, the featherlight touch on the sensitive skin sets me off.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I come so hard I see stars. Spilling into her hot, wet mouth, I watch as she sucks me dry.
With one final lick to my sensitive head, she slides off me and sprawls on her back.
Chests heaving with labored breaths, we’re silent for a long moment, and I have no other thoughts except for one.
I’m so fucking screwed.
Chapter 42
ALEXANDRA
I feel wrecked but in the most delicious way possible.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been lying opposite Liam with my head near the foot of the bed and my eyes closed. I must have dozed briefly to his palm tracing a soothing path from my knee to my calf.
When I rouse enough to turn my head and peer at him, I find him watching me with a languid gaze.
“Well…”
One edge of his mouth tilts up. “Well…”
I realize this is one of those rare times when I witness a break in his usual unreadable expression. It’s not much, but it’s something, and I cherish it, tucking it away so I’ll be able to look back on this someday.
I’m not sure where to go from here. He said I wasn’t allowed back in my room, but that was before. Now that we’ve had sex and oral sex—and I did the unthinkable and actually nodded off—do I gather my clothes and leave?
It’s as though he wrung my earlier boldness out of me after those powerful orgasms. I avert my eyes and stare up at the ceiling, my voice muted. “I should probably go.”
That palm grazing my skin halts, and he tightens his fingers on my leg. “You think I’m done with you?” His words are spoken in a quiet challenge.
My gaze cuts to his intense one. No faint smirk or crinkling of his eyes is present. I’m staring into the face of a man who has no doubt what he wants and knows how to get it. A determined man whose eyes skim over the curves of my body with possession.
“You’re not?”
“Not at all.” He pauses, regarding me thoughtfully. “The real question is, are you done?”
I shake my head slowly, anticipation swallowing my audible response. The flash in his eyes screams wicked intent.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Startled, I glance down at his rapidly hardening cock. Oh, wow. When he wraps his fingers around the shaft and gives it a slow tug upward, I suck in a sharp breath. Wetness slicks between my thighs, and my nipples tighten with anticipation and want.
I’m unable to tear my eyes off him as he leisurely works his cock, growing even thicker as I watch.
“Why don’t you come up here and see just how not done I am?” A glint of challenge lights his eyes.
I slowly sit up, and his gaze travels over my breasts, his hand stuttering in his strokes before meeting my eyes.
It hits me in this very moment that even though this is temporary, I hope to someday find a man who looks at me the way Liam King does.
Because even though he keeps his emotions and expressions under wraps, right now, he’s allowing me a glimpse.
And that glimpse alone says that he believes I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Chapter 43
LIAM
Her taste lingers on my tongue and lips. It’s a unique flavor I’m not certain I’ll ever forget.
She’s a unique woman I’ll never forget. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever witnessed. As I watched her fall asleep, her expression was so peaceful that it elicited envy.
I haven’t slept peacefully in forever.
Bracing a hand on the center of my chest, she reaches for where I’ve relinquished my hold on my length. The instant those petite fingers wrap around me, my cock jerks. Fuck me, all it takes is a simple touch from her to have me toeing the edge.
I rake my palms along her body, smoothing over her newer scars and up to her breasts. Those nipples are rosy and pink and begging to be sucked on again.
Skimming the pads of my thumbs over her hardened peaks, I lift to take one in my mouth. She drags in a sharp breath and rocks her pussy against my cock, urging me on. I suck hard before releasing her nipple with a pop and move to the other.
Heat radiates from her pussy, scorching me. I trail a hand down her side and curve around her hip to grip one firm ass cheek. She arches her body, putting it on display even more. It’s at this moment that I realize the dichotomy she presents.
Alex is naturally stunning. Her b
ody may be marred from scars, both old and new, but there’s a strength deep within her that adds to her appeal.
I know of men twice her size who wouldn’t have had the fight left in them if they’d been the ones on that shore, nearly dead. But not her.
In my head, the clock ticks ominously, counting down the minutes I have left with her. So, when she guides my cock to her slick entrance, running the head along her pussy, a sense of urgency overtakes me.
Need pulses through my veins, and I grip her ass in both hands. I arch my hips, silently begging. When she begins sinking down slowly, inch by fucking inch, my muscles go rigid as I resist the urge to punch my hips upward. Especially when she sucks in a sharp breath.
Possessive concern has me searching her face. “Too sore?” My hold on her hips turns firmer to stop her from sinking deeper.
Those blue eyes silently plead with me. “It’s a good soreness.”
When I part my lips to protest, she shifts her hips, sinking all the way over me in a move that has us both hissing. With her pretty pussy lips surrounding the base of my cock, I fucking see stars.
Christ Almighty. Her body, so damn hot and wet, grips me snug.
She heaves out a shaky breath, blue eyes heavy with arousal. “Does that feel like I’m too sore?” Her tone holds a trace of mischief while her inner muscles are already fluttering around my cock, making me harder than I’ve ever been.
I’ve never wanted to drive my cock so deep inside a woman before—not like this. Hell, I’ve never gone at a woman like a damn sex fiend before, either. Even with that small nap she had, it’s like my dick can’t get enough of her.
As I stare up at her flushed face, hair falling past her shoulders, something unfamiliar courses through my veins. Primal possessiveness.
She braces her hands on my chest before rising up a fraction, then dropping down, and we both let out a groan. My fingers tighten on her hips, and when she’s about to slide down again, I arch my hips, giving an upward punch.