“Keep your eyes open” he breaths before he thrusts again. I admire his willpower but if he stops one more time I’m going to flip him on his back. Liam moans in satisfaction, it’s the sexiest sound I think I’ve ever heard, before he steals my attention by rubbing my clit with his thumb, a few swirls mixed with my wetness and that’s my undoing. “Oh god…yes!” I’m briefly aware of how loud that came out, but I don’t care.
I throw my head back against the mattress, my back arching up and away from it as I come apart around him, my sex is throbbing around his length as sparks and fireworks fire across my body. My muscles lax from the previous orgasm, gives way to new waves of pleasure as the second one tears through me. I clench around him, my inner muscles sighing with the much-needed release. Through my post-orgasmic bliss, I can feel his cock pulsating inside me and I know he’s close. I keep my eyes locked with his and through clenched teeth he moans. God this man! The way the muscles in his arms flex as he holds my legs up, the way his abdomen ripples as he fights the impending orgasm makes me hot with want. He’s just given me two of possibly the best orgasms of my life and it’s still not enough for my greedy body. It’s his own fault for being so skilled.
“Amelia” his muscles flex as he finally let’s go inside me. Jaw taught with need, his neck muscles working as he fights against the pleasure, his muscles rippling as it tears through him. God he’s beautiful. He falls on top of me, careful to hold his weight on his forearms before he rests his head against my neck. His breathing is hard and fast, but I’m not surprised after that. When was the last time I had not one, but two orgasms with a man? I run my hands softly across his shoulders and down his back, in attempt to ease him back to reality. We’re both still pulsing and clenching around each other, neither of us wanting this end. After a few minutes of lying there in comfortable silence, he eases up and drops a tender kiss to my lips. We stay like that for several minutes just touching and lightly kissing before he eases out of me. Jumping off the bed he heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, so I get a perfect view of his taught bum. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth at the idea of biting it. Gently of course.
“What?” Liam asks with a cocked eyebrow as he comes to stand in the doorway of my bathroom, looking like every bit the Greek God, he is.
“Nothing, I was just admiring you” I say before shuffling up the bed and diving beneath the warm covers. Realizing now that there’s no point in hiding my affection for him.
“Oh yeah? Like what you see?” he asks before joining me. I was worried about this part, the part that comes after. The anxiety I was feeling floats away as he joins me in bed. Smiling I answer him.
“I do indeed”
“I’m glad, I like what I see too”
He pulls me into his arms so I’m laying across his broad chest. He’s still a little damp with sweat but I don’t mind. The air is heavy with the scent of our love-making - No, definitely not. Our Fucking.
“Thank you” I use the tip of my finger to outline the perfect muscles that are etched on his abdomen and he squeezes me a little tighter. I trace my finger across the ink on his arm, following the black swirls that rise and fall all the way around.
“When did you get this?”
“When I was at university, slight rebellious faze”
I chuckle at the mere idea of him being a rebellious teenager, but it’s nice knowing he isn’t always the serious, dominant male that I know.
“Ever wanted anymore?”
“Yeah, I guess. I’ve never really had time to think about it. Plus, this one was kind of meaningless and I want the next one to be worth something”
I pause my finger to look up at him and give him a closed mouth smile.
“You ever want to get inked?”
“Never really thought about it”
“What? So, no rebellious teenage years for you?” he huffs.
“I’ve had my fair share” I poke him in the ribs. I’m not ready to divulge certain rebellions to him just yet.
Grabbing my wrist in his hand he flips me onto my back and comes to lie on top of me.
“I’m sure I can get a little bit of rebel out of you” he holds his lips mere inches away from mine as I cock an eyebrow at him.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Definitely. But I should warn you, I always win” he lowers his lips to my jaw and I accommodate him by tilting my head back.
I can’t stifle the giggle that escapes my lips, but he soon silences me with another kiss. Grabbing my hips, he rolls me so I’m straddling him, pulling my head down towards him and kissing me with vigor. My hair falls around us, blanketing us from the outside world in inky black strands. His hands move to my bum where he squeezes my cheeks in his big palms. How is it possible that after two mind blowing orgasms I could want more? Selfish Cow. I could do this all night.
Chapter Twenty-One
My whole body is aching, muscles I didn’t even know I had are hurting. Flashes of the positions Liam had me in all night are dancing around my closed eyes and a satisfied smile spreads across my lips.
“Good Morning” I hear Liam’s quiet, deep voice and my eyes snap open.
Standing at the foot of my bed in all his glory, dark suit looking nothing like the one crumpled on my floor last night, his hair is styled neatly, and a smug grin painted across his face, Liam watches me. I pull the covers up higher around myself, conscious that he’s dressed, and I am not. Wasn’t he supposed to leave? Isn’t that the etiquette of one-night stands? Bringing my hand up to my hair, I’m betting resembles that of a bird’s nest, I try my best to untangle some of it with my fingers.
“Don’t hide yourself from me” his voice demanding and way too loud for the morning. Instinctively I pull the covers up higher, making sure my boobs are covered. Before I can reply he grabs the end of the duvet and in one swift move yanks it down, leaving it in a crumpled pile on the floor.
“Liam!” I almost screech, scrambling to grab something to cover myself. Before I can make it to the bathroom to grab my robe, strong hands come around my waist from behind, pulling me into him. I relax instantly into his body, his suit chaffing against my spine as all fight leaves my body. His chest and abdomen mold to the curve of my spine and the hardness of his cock presses between the bare cheeks of my ass.
“What?” his voice a whisper against my ear. Tingles fly through my veins, making my half-asleep body wake to his touch. My naked breasts peak and my nipples harden in anticipation for his touch. I feel him smile against my neck, smug idiot, before he moves his hands slowly up my flat stomach, his fingertips graze every one of my ribs before finally coming to my breasts. Holding each one heavily in his palms he squeezes them gently before rolling each of my nipples between his thumb and fingers. A sigh escapes me, and I lean my head back against his shoulder.
“Already wanting more Amelia?” he questions quietly against my ear, teasing my already sensitive body. I’m slowly getting used to him calling me that, no one has ever pursued it to the extent he has. The sparks of pleasure fly from where he’s twisting and pinching right down to between my legs. How could I possibly still be horny after all the sex we had last night?
“Yes” I say greedily, my voice still hoarse from sleep. I push my chest out, needing more from his hands and he laughs against my neck. Planting a series of soft kisses there, paying specific attention to my small wound, he turns me and guides me back to the bed. For a second, I think he’s going to leave me here, all dressed ready to go to work, would he dare tease me and leave me hanging?
“It’s time for my breakfast” his velvety voice floats down over my skin, heating me in ways that no man has before. Eagerness rolls around in my stomach, wanting nothing more than to start to my day with Liam on top of me. Pushing me down onto the messy bed, he stays standing, observing me from the side.
“Open your legs” he demands. It takes me a minute to gather the courage, but my need outweighs it. Opening my legs slowly, bending them at my kn
ees, I let him see all of me. Hooded eyes stare back at me, those baby blues shining brighter than I’ve ever seen them before, his dark pupils grow as he gazes longingly at the wetness between my thighs. Bringing my hand up, I skim it across the lower half of my abdomen, teasing. Liam raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow at me in question before I dip my fingers lower. Feeling how wet I am, makes me moan. I hunt out my favorite little nub and rub the tips of my fingers over the top. Slowly at first before moving slightly faster. Little whimpers build from the back of my throat and I can feel the coils turning and tightening. I’ve never played with myself in front of anyone before but the way Liam’s looking at me, flicking between my eyes and my pussy is really turning me on. Sensing that I’m close he moves fast, grabbing my wrist and pushing my hand away. I whimper in protest, only for him to get down on his knees, using his hands under my bum to pull me closer to the edge.
“You will learn to listen to me Amelia. This is mine, as long as I’m here, I’ll be the one to do this” he scolds before dipping his head and running his tongue from top to bottom.
“Ahh!...”
Why does he keep doing that? Telling me things that I then want answers to and then doing that.
My back arches from the change in sensation. He’s right, his tongue is much better than my fingers. He flicks and swirls around my clit before pushing his tongue flat against me. The feeling is so intense I almost combust, but he surprises me by sucking me into his mouth and grazing his teeth along my skin. My spine leaves the bed as he pushes one long finger inside, pressing it against that sensitive cushion that seems to send me over the edge.
“Yes…” I manage before bringing my head up to get a look at him. Swarms of blue hit me like a ton of bricks, the way his head looks down there has my mind going fuzzy. This Greek god, hair now a mess again from my hands running through it, his chin glistening in my arousal, is between my legs giving me the best morning I’ve had in a long time. A loud, whimpered groan leaves me, “Please...”
With a few more flicks of his tongue, he sucks my clit into his mouth again, nibbling it between his teeth as my undoing bounces off the walls of my bedroom. Arching off the bed, my hands claw at his hair to get him to stop the torture as my climax takes over and crashes around me in tsunami like pleasure. When I start to relax and feeling starts to return to my body, I open my eyes to see Liam lying sideways next to me.
“I have to go to work” his gruff voice signals the lack of sleep we both had last night.
“What about you?” I question, reaching out to grab at him through his slacks.
“You can deal with me later. You’re mine now.” he smiles before bringing his lips to mine. Soft and sweet, the taste of my honey on his tongue is so dirty and I love it. Pulling away and pushing off the bed, I make to move and realize the time. Shit!
“Make sure you clean your neck, Amelia. I’ll speak to you later” Liam says, sounding as calm and collected as if he had just been reading his morning paper and not licking my nether regions, he’s laughing at my haste as I run towards the bathroom, but not before giving me a swift spank on the backside. I yelp before turning towards the shower.
“Okay! Bye!” I shout back before jumping in.
∞ ∞ ∞
I rush to get to the courthouse on time, thankfully making it with minutes to spare. I may be breathless, and my hair isn’t as neat as I’d like it to be, but I managed to scrape on some makeup in the car and tied my hair into a ponytail. I make a mental note to thank Becca for arranging a car service for me when I’m working cases, it makes travelling around London so much easier. I can’t seem to wipe the smile off my face, and I will myself to put my mask of seriousness on, I doubt a murder trial would appreciate an overly chirpy barrister. I concentrate on the case as much as I can, but at any given moment where my attention wasn’t fixed I found myself thinking of him. Should I be thinking of him? Sex is just sex, right? But it wasn’t just sex, it was mind-blowing, earth shattering fucking. The way he knew his way around my body, was new and exciting, but that instinctively instilled in me the worry of his past encounters.
Usually I have to show the man, or at least give him some pointers. I’ve had my share of okay lays, nothing in comparison to what I had last night and this morning. What one-night stand gets the woman off before he leaves in the morning? And what one doesn’t expect something in return? Plus, he told me I was his now. What does that mean? I’m really going to need that bloody handbook soon. Thankfully, court is adjourned at around two o’clock due to forensics not being on time with evidence so, I head back to the office.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Spill the beans” Becca ambushes me as soon as I walk past her desk, pulling my coat and scarf away.
“Excuse me?” I say continuing to walk into my office.
“Don’t you ‘Excuse me ‘me!! You look like you’ve had a new lease of life injected into you!” I can’t help the smirk that grows across my cheeks. I slink back into my coat.
“Shall we go for a coffee?” I ask, not wanting the entire office to hear this conversation. Eyeing me warily she smiles before rushing to grab her coat.
Reaching the coffee shop on the corner of the street, we sit in the window and wait for the waitress to bring our drinks. I shrug out of my coat and drape it across the back of the vintage wooden chair. I don’t know why we don’t come here more often, it’s cute.
“Amelia” Becca’s voice snaps my gaze back to her. Okay I might have been avoiding looking her way.
“What?” I ask quietly as I twiddle with my thumbs on the table. I know Becca can read me like a book, and I know she already knows something is going on. She has this creepy radar that lets her know when there’s juicy gossip to be had. Weird.
“Seriously?” she crosses her arms across her chest and raises her eyebrows.
“Okay. Fine. I had sex” I blurt out. I might as well, she’ll find out sooner or later, and will only hound me in the process.
“I knew it!” she snickers as she leans in closer.
“So, come on, who is he? What was he like?”
“Why do you need to know so much?”
“Because. Tell me” she places her hands on the table in front of her while I fiddle with the small vase filled with dainty plastic daisies.
“It was amazing” I whisper, a small smile spreads across my face.
“Yeah?” she questions, smiling back at me with genuine affection. I melt into her friendliness and spill.
“It was. I haven’t felt those butterflies for so long Bec” I slouch slightly as the weight of carrying this whole Liam thing on my shoulders floats away.
“Who was it?” she furrows her brow as I bite the inside of my cheek.
“Liam”
“Amelia Bellucci!” she almost shouts, and I glance around the café making sure she didn’t draw anyone’s attention. Luckily all eyes that flicked our way quickly look away. I widen my eyes at her to tell her silently to shut up!
“How was he? I can’t believe you slept with him! I mean I can, you know I expected you to on Saturday, but still! Come on I need the details!”
“I’m not giving you details!” I hiss as the waitress comes and places our skinny cappuccinos on the table.
“Thank you” I smile up at her before glancing at Becca again.
“He was amazing” I say quietly before bringing my coffee to my lips. Becca stays quiet, eyeing me from the opposite side.
“Fine, stop looking at me like that” I huff, placing my mug back on the table.
“He was without a doubt the best sex I have ever had. He was kind, and he blew my mind” I widen my eyes to exaggerate my point and Becca giggles. I feel like a teenager talking to her best friend about her first kiss.
“He stayed the night…” I start but Becca cuts me off.
“What? He stayed? At your place?”
“Yeah?”
“Wow” she rolls her lips and glances out the window briefly before coming back to
me.
“What?” I take another sip of my coffee, damn that’s good.
“They don’t usually stay the night, Mia. Are you sure this is a one-time thing?”
“Well, no. He said he’d speak to me later” I shrug it off. I enjoyed last night. Okay, more than enjoyed. I loved it, and I don’t want to taint the memory by worrying about what we are to each other. He could be a ship passing in the night and that would be ok. Wouldn’t it?
“Okay. As long as you’re okay with that? What was he like this morning?” Becca takes a sip of her coffee, successfully putting an end to my ever-wandering thoughts.
I chew my lip as I remember the amazing breakfast orgasm he gave me and Becca gasps, bringing me back to the present.
“You had morning sex?!” she accuses.
“This is so much worse than what I imagined” she shakes her head before placing it on her flat palm.
“What are you talking about?” I narrow my eyes at her. I thought she wanted me to do this? Not that I regret doing it, I’m still a little sore. I’ll be damned if that doesn’t turn me on.
“Mia. Guys don’t stick around for morning sex if they aren’t interested. Where did he sleep?”
I start to see where she’s going with this and I glance out of the window. Condensation has risen up the glass, making it hard to see outside.
“In my bed” I say quietly before finishing off my coffee in one gulp. If it isn’t coffee, it’s wine. I need both. Or a whiskey.
“Fuck Amelia”
I glance at her, she knows not to call me that.
“Sorry. I just…I thought you didn’t want anything serious?”
“I don’t. We fucked and we both enjoyed it. So, what if he stayed over? It doesn’t mean anything. I was shocked myself, but he did, and I can’t undo it now. Stop over analyzing everything.” I blurt, and she goes quiet. I decide to forgo telling her about him saying ‘you’re mine’ knowing full well she’ll launch into another lecture.
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