For a second, I wonder what the neighbors are going to think, seeing Liam carrying a woman into his house like this, and then I remember that they’re probably already used to it. But, hey, what do I really care if he’s been with a bunch of women before me, right? I mean, at least I know for sure that he’s “certified.” He knows what he’s doing, and he’s got the skills that my body might require.
What a weird and mechanical way to think about it. But that’s where my mind goes sometimes. Who knows why, and at this point I don’t care. After all, I’m as wet as I’ve ever been. I’m intensely craving him, Liam, his whole body. And I want to feel him on top of me, pressing down on me. I want to feel his cock against me and inside of me. I don’t want him to be my first—I need him to be my first. It’s a need that’s more intense than any need I’ve ever felt before. I’ve never needed anything as badly as right now.
We don’t actually make it up to the bedroom.
We get as far as the couch in the living room before we start kissing intensely, while Liam still holds me. Slowly, the two of us fall gently onto the couch which we’re right next to.
My body falls and sinks into the plush cushions, and Liam falls onto me slowly, both of us sinking down as his mouth smashes into mine, his hands all over me. One hand is up my skirt, pulling my panties down savagely. For a second, I worry that they’re going to rip but he pulls them down to my ankles, and the next thing I know he’s pulling my skirt up.
He doesn’t bother to take it off. He just needs access.
Liam’s head is between my legs, his stubble bristling against my thighs.
I seize his head and pull him harder into me. His tongue runs across me, slowly and deliberately, with a lot of pressure. It’s incredible. I gasp with the sensation.
Instinctively, I put my hand down there, reaching for my clit. I touch it for a second and it seems to erupt in pleasure. But Liam pushes my hand away, and a second later I know why. He attacks my clit with his tongue, using small, forceful motions.
The sensation is a thousand times more powerful than when I use my own finger to rub myself. Liam seems to know my body better than I do.
His fingers are inside me. He puts one in first, slowly, followed by another, and he finger fucks me as he gives me head. He pauses occasionally to suck, hard and with plenty of pressure.
My body is writhing and Liam holds my sides with his strong hands. Meanwhile, I grab his head again and try to pull him even harder into me.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out.
Liam just goes harder than ever, harder and faster.
Oh fuck. It’s coming.
The most powerful orgasm of my life so far.
Fuck, fuck.
My body suddenly feels light, and as if an electrical current is coursing through me. My vision is going dim at the periphery. I’m panting like I just ran a half marathon, and crying out—what I’m saying I’m not even sure.
Finally, it’s over, and I’m left with the most intense afterglow.
Liam finally emerges from between my legs and he smiles at me.
“Fuck…” I say.
“Like it?” growls Liam.
I nod my exhausted head.
“I’m not done with you yet,” growls Liam.
I suddenly realize that I’m only partially undressed, my skirt pulled up over my torso. Liam’s still wearing all his clothes.
He stands up and pulls off his shirt, unbuttoning the top buttons and simply pulling it over his head. His abs are incredible. His muscles are defined and bulging. He looks like he could be on the cover of some magazine. It’s hard to believe he’s a doctor, but I guess he does know the human body, as he’s just proved.
Liam picks me up again, pulling my body easily off the couch. My head is against his naked chest.
“What are you going to do to me?” I say, my voice faint and far away sounding. I feel a little lightheaded from the intensity of the orgasm.
“To my bedroom to fuck you,” growls Liam.
“I like that,” I say. “That’s what I want. I want you to fuck me, Liam.”
Liam grins savagely at me. He bounded up the stairs, and now we’re in his bedroom.
We’re falling onto the plush mattress, sinking into it. My hands are at Liam’s waist, undoing his belt buckle, trying to unzip his pants, but I’m too excited, and I can’t get it open all the way.
Liam helps me undo it, and in a flash, his pants are off.
He pulls my t-shirt off over my head, my breasts in my bra popping out. And Liam goes right to them, unhooking my bra in a second and starting to suck on my nipples. He cups the underside of my breasts with his hands. Now it’s my skirt, pulling it all the way off.
Everything is off. We’re completely naked, and Liam is above me and on top of me. I can feel his cock between my legs, sandwiched between my naked thighs. The skin on skin contact feels perfect, refreshing. I feel light and sexy.
I don’t feel how I thought I was going to feel when this moment came. It does feel momentous for me, but it doesn’t get confusing—what I mean is that I don’t find myself getting lost in it. No, instead, I’m able to enjoy the moment thoroughly. I’m actually present, rather than thinking about how I’m going to remember this. Or thinking about how big a deal this is.
Liam’s cock is raging hard, like a piece of warm steel piping between my legs, waiting to enter me.
He takes a condom from somewhere nearby and rips open the wrapper, and I watch as he unrolls it onto his massive cock.
For some reason, I start giggling as he kisses my neck. But it feels fucking good.
“I want your cock,” I say, still giggling slightly, probably because I’m nervous.
“Good,” growls Liam.
He pushes it forward, thrusting his hips. The head of his cock presses against me, but it doesn’t go inside.
I take a deep breath, the giggles stopping instantly.
His cock enters me, slowly, just the head of it at first.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out.
As it enters me slowly, the whole cock inching its way inside, Liam doesn’t take his eyes off me.
It hurts, but it’s a good kind of hurt, mixed with pleasure.
I’m intensely aware of every inch of his cock and the way it feels inside me. And I’m intensely aware of Liam’s body pressed against mine, the way his skin feels against mine.
Soon, Liam’s cock is all the way inside me and he starts pumping slowly, drawing his shaft in and out of me.
I reach down and start massaging my clit, which adds another level to the experience.
Liam continues slowly and rhythmically, and the pain starts to fade until it’s nothing more than something in the background, a vague distraction from the intense pleasure that washes through me, gushing up from my pussy through the rest of me, making my body feel light and perfect.
“Fuck me harder,” I breathe out.
“That’s what I like to here,” growls Liam.
Almost instantly, he’s increasing his speed, thrusting his hips harder and faster.
He continues to increase, and by the end of a couple minutes, he’s fucking me intensely, slamming his cock into me.
“Harder,” I’m crying out. “Fuck me harder.”
One hand is still on my clit, rubbing myself silly. Its squished between Liam’s body and mine, and I can feel his thrusts not only inside me but against my hand and my body.
Liam suddenly grabs me around my sides, and with his cock still inside me, flips over onto his back. He pulls me with him, so that I’m not on top of him.
“Ride my cock,” growls Liam. “Fuck yourself silly on my shaft.”
I do as he says, but I don’t need to be told once, and certainly not twice.
Bracing my hands against his pecs, I soon find my rhythm. I find the way to move myself up and down his cock, back and forth. I tilt my head back to the ceiling, thrusting my breasts forward. Liam rises and takes one in his mouth briefly, sucking har
d on my nipple.
Then Liam grabs me and holds me tight, his immensely strong hands on my body. He pulls me closer to him. I try to keep fucking him, moving my body, but it’s hard.
But Liam starts thrusting his hips up and towards me, entering me with his cock. His muscular ass sinks into the mattress and he fucks me from below, holding me tight to him.
My face is pressed into his. My eyes are so close to his that it’s hard to focus on them. I feel his hot, sweet breath on me, warm and intense. His mouth smashes against mine as he fucks me harder and harder, faster than before.
A warm feeling creeps through my body, quickly becoming shooting sensations of pleasure.
Suddenly, we’re tumbling over again, and Liam’s positioning me so that I’m on my stomach.
He grunts as he mounts me from behind, his cock sliding into my pussy easily.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, his cock entering me slowly.
I love the feeling of being taken like this, of him entering me from behind.
My breasts feel good smushed against the mattress. I’m face down, unable to deal with the intensity of the pleasure with my face off to the side. The mattress muffles my moans and cries. I soon scream for him to fuck me harder, harder and harder.
Liam slams into me from behind. At first, his body is above and behind me. But as he continues to fuck me, he lets himself fall down. His chest presses against my back, and we both sink farther into the mattress. I feel his breath on my neck and I feel his muscles against me.
The pleasure erupts inside me.
It’s insanely intense.
Liam’s grunting as he starts to come too. He keeps fucking me, speeding up even more.
The orgasm rushes through me. The orgasm takes me. My whole body goes limp. I cry out even louder.
We come together, letting the pleasure wash over us both. For a second, I feel as if we are one creature instead of two, connected by the intensity of the pleasure.
My body feels weak. I’m panting. I turn my head to the side, letting more air rush into my mouth. Liam’s still on me, his cock still inside me. He’s panting.
“Wow,” he finally says.
“Wow is right,” I say.
Liam moves off of me, but his body is still pressed against mine. The presence of his body is reassuring.
Liam props his head up on his arm, looking at me.
Suddenly, a strange look comes across his face.
“Are you feeling OK?” he says, his tone of voice showing some concern.
“Yeah,” I say. “That was incredible… I can’t get over how it felt…”
“No, I mean with your… allergies. You’re not feeling another attack coming on?”
“No,” I say, suddenly growing worried. “Should I be? Do I look weird or something? What is it?”
“It’s probably nothing,” says Liam, moving even closer to my face and peering at something. “It’s just that your face is a little red…”
“Oh God,” I say, suddenly feeling like I can’t breathe.
Chapter 14
Liam
“It’s going to be all right, Mia,” I say. “Let me just get a closer look at you.”
“I’m going to have another attack,” she says. Her voice is starting to sound frantic.
“Just take a deep breath, Mia,” I say, in my calming doctor’s voice. But it doesn’t have the desired effect.
My cock is still hard, and honestly, I was hoping to get another shot at her sweet, tight pussy. As soon as I got my cock in there, I knew I was going to have to have it again. I was going to have to take her again, shoving my steely pipe right into her. But looks like that’s going to have to wait for now. I don’t think she’s having an attack. But it’s always better to err on the side of caution, rather than let something happen that you weren’t expecting.
“Take a deep breath, Mia,” I say. I model the breathing for her, sitting cross legged on the bed, and very obviously breathing in and out slowly.
Mia copies me as best she can.
“Just keep breathing, Mia,” I say. “You’re in good hands. I’m a doctor, remember? Let me just get my flashlight. Keep breathing. That’s right. Slowly. Good.”
She sits cross legged just like I was. She’s completely naked, and the breathing makes her gorgeous breasts rise and fall. My cock yearns to enter her again. But I can’t do that now, damnit.
I rummage around in the bedside table drawer for a small medical flashlight, and I bring it close to her face, pointing it at her skin. It does look a little red and inflamed. The redness could just be from exertion, but the inflammation would be unusual after sex.
My normal question would be: are you allergic to latex, considering the condom I used. But the fact is we don’t know if Mia still has any remaining allergies. Her medical history showed that she had no known allergies before these attacks started, so it’s unlikely that once the general cellular energy problem was cured, that she would have any remaining problems with substances like latex.
“I’m going to have another attack,” says Mia, her voice still frantic. She’s losing control of her soothing breathing exercise.
“It’s OK, Mia,” I say. “Just keep breathing.”
“But it’s not just one attack… it means I’ll have to go back to my room. I’ll never come out again. It that blue stuff doesn’t work, then I’m screwed…”
“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” I say.
But what I see on her face worries me. The redness is clearly growing, and her face is starting to look puffy. I have some epinephrine in the house, but a shot of that requires real medical attention with a very short time span. I’m not fully equipped here at the house to deal with problems like that.
“Do you still have the blue drops with you?” I say. “The methylene blue?”
Mia shakes her head. “I took two drops this morning. I didn’t bring any with me. Don’t you have some?”
I shake my head. “I gave you the last of what I had.”
I think for just a moment, trying to think of the best course of action. I can’t let anything happen to Mia, I just can’t.
“I think I’d better take you to the hospital,” I say.
“What?” She’s completely freaking out now, looking like she’s about to start hyperventilating.
“It’s faster than calling an ambulance,” I say.
“But I can’t go back into my room!”
“Mia,” I say. “I don’t know what’s happening, but…”
“The blue drops aren’t working anymore! I knew it. They’re not working!”
“You may just need a bigger dose, Mia,” I say. “But we don’t have it here with us. We need to get you to the hospital in case you have a severe reaction.”
“Fuck, fuck… Fuck…”
I get up and get dressed quickly, throwing my clothes on as fast as I can.
I start handing Mia her clothes, but she’s just repeating “fuck, fuck, fuck,” over and over again.
So I put her clothes on for her, doing the best job I can.
Her hair is tousled, and I don’t bother putting her bra back on her. Her breasts show clearly, their outlines and her nipples printing in the tight t-shirt.
“I’m not going back there!” cries Mia. “I’m not going back to my room for another year or for the rest of my life.”
“I’m not taking you to your room, Mia,” I say. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”
Her body goes completely limp. There’s no way she’s going to walk to the car herself. I pick her up and carry her in front of me, the way I carried her up here to the bedroom.
I rush down to the garage, and with some difficulty opening the door while holding her, I get her into the passenger’s seat of my Porsche.
Running around the front of the car, I hop into the driver’s bucket seat, and gun the engine, turning the key as I jam down the accelerator. I’ve already hit the garage door opener. But the door is opening too slow
ly.
I glance over at Mia. She looks completely despondent, which is understandable, considering that she thinks she’s going to have to spend the rest of her life back in her childhood room, after only a brief moment of freedom.
Her face is growing redder and puffier by the second.
I need to get her to the hospital fast.
On the way out, I grabbed a shot of epinephrine that’s in my pocket now. But I don’t want to use it unless I have to, unless she can’t breathe.
“Hang in there, Mia,” I say. “Everything’s going to be all right.”
The garage door isn’t yet completely open.
I have a pocket knife with me. I can perform a tracheotomy if I need to, but I don’t want it to come to that.
“Hang in there, Mia,” I say again.
I jam the car into reverse, releasing the clutch, sending us in reverse barreling towards the garage door.
Mia lets out a scream. The door is still opening. It doesn’t look like there’s going to be enough time. It doesn’t look like we’re going to make it.
But we make it, with less than an inch to spare.
The Porsche whizzes out into the street. Someone honks. I jam the car into first, the second. I’m shifting rapidly, accelerating as fast I can, pushing the car to its limits.
“I’m getting you to that hospital, Mia,” I say. “Don’t worry about a thing.”
I weave through cars, blowing through stop lights and stop signs. I know the route to the hospital like the back of my hand. We’re there in under ten minutes flat.
By the time we get there, Mia’s face is very swollen, but she can still breathe.
“You still with me?”
She nods.
“I need verbal conformation,” I say, falling back into my doctor way of talking.
“I’m fine,” says Mia.
She’s obviously not fine, though.
I pull the Porsche right up to the emergency room door, and get out without turning off the car.
Grabbing Mia from the passenger’s seat, I carry her into the hospital.
I rush through the waiting room, past the desk where the nurses on duty sit.
“Sir! Excuse me, sir! You can’t go back there.”
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