by Rene Folsom
But now was not the time for writing. Now was the time to—
Interrupting my thought process, my gaze lowered down the man’s body and to his length, which was sans underwear. Yeah, now was the time to get a taste of my own Liam lollypop. A wide smirk crossed my face at the thought.
Reaching for me, Liam wasted no time with looping his fingers beneath the fabric of my panties and tugging lightly, inching them down my hips and legs with a newfound energy, before tossing them over his shoulder to land haphazardly on the floor. His room was going to look like a clothes explosion happened—all part of the buildup to great sex, I supposed. You’d know it was going to be boring if the clothes were neatly folded somewhere.
At a painfully slow pace, he glided his fingers up both my legs, barely touching my skin and causing a feathering of sparks to flutter over my body. And, of course, I was immediately thankful I had shaved that morning, causing the sensation to be even more delectable with the feel of his soft touch.
Trailing up the length of my torso, he climbed onto the bed and hovered over me, a hand coming to a stop at my breast. I could feel his hardness pressing into my hip and wanted so badly to touch it, feel his power in my grasp.
With his thumb tracing light circles around my nipple, Liam lowered his lips to mine, touching our mouths together once… twice… three times, before moving to my neck. I couldn’t help but sigh as his tongue teased a spot behind my ear, making me tremble beneath him.
While enjoying the feel of his kisses, my eyes still closed, I blindly reached between us and searched for him. I could both feel and hear his hissing intake of breath as I finally grasped his length in my hand. His hips bucked, thrusting against me, while his mouth continued to torture every sensitive spot I had on my neck.
Lifting his head, his jaw slack, Liam looked at me with a lust-filled gaze as I rolled my thumb over the head of his dick, knowing that would surely drive him wild.
With my other hand, I pushed at his chest, forcing him to turn over and lie back against the plush, gray surface of his bed. His bed was unmade when we came in, the thick comforter gathered up toward the bottom. The gray sheets were a shade lighter than the dark gray cover, and I was thankful we weren’t mussing up his otherwise-pristine living space. ‘Cause things were about to get fun up in here.
Placing another light kiss to his lips, I didn’t waste any time making my way down his body, stopping for a moment to enjoy the light dash of hair that adorned the center of his chest. Just as I reached my destination, I peeked up to his face. There he was, gazing down at me with sex-filled eyes. I couldn’t help but watch his reaction as I wrapped my lips around his cock and sank down deep.
Without fail, Liam’s head fell back, his eyes closing and a gasp leaving his lips. With that, I knew he enjoyed my mouth on him just as much as I’d hoped he would, and I picked up the pace.
His skin was soft and silky, yet hard, all in the same lick of my tongue. Even though I enjoyed pleasuring a man this way, Liam’s reactions made it that much more pleasurable for me. Just the light touch of his hand in my hair, guiding me, asking me for more, was enough to let me know I was doing it right. The light gasps and moans leaving his chest and the spasms of his muscles beneath my touch had me on cloud nine. It almost made me wonder what he would be like once I rode him again.
Even though I’d had sex with the man before, alcohol was unfortunately involved, muddling my memory a bit more than I’d care to admit. I remember his kiss more than anything—that breathtaking moment when our lips first touched.
I remember going down on him before, but it definitely wasn’t as intense as this experience. Now, he seemed more perceptive—like he was enjoying it so much more than he ever did before. Again, alcohol fogged everything… obviously even his memory of me was a bit too foggy. I thought for sure he’d remember my tongue against him like this.
Releasing his shaft from my mouth, I crawled my way back up his body and straddled his hips. God, my insides were aching for him. I needed relief—the foreplay between us lasting way too fucking long for me to be patient.
As if we were on the same wavelength and he could read my mind like Professor X, Liam held a small foil packet up between his fingers, gesturing for me to take it. Of course, the cocky grin I was beginning to love graced his face, and it was all I could do not to laugh. Instead, I responded with a sly smile of my own as I snatched the condom from his grasp.
Chapter Eighteen
Liam: Bonus Memories
God, she looked so fucking beautiful, her busty frame silhouetted by the only dim light in the room. I watched as she used those long fingers to gracefully cover my length with the rubber, wishing we didn’t have to use it. I almost spoke aloud, asking her why we didn’t use one during our tryst over a year ago, but I quickly swallowed the words, not wanting to ruin this moment we were sharing now.
Facts were facts—Maci didn’t remember me. I would just consider that night a bonus memory in my mind and leave it at that. No reason to make her feel guilty over it. I just hoped tonight wasn’t going to be the same—
Purging my head of those thoughts, I focused on her, reaching out and grabbing both tits in my hands as best I could, needing to feel her. She threw her head back, enjoying my touch, as she ground her hips back and forth, sliding along my shaft and making the condom wet with her juices. I wanted to be inside her, but since she was in control, I would be patient and let her move at her pace. Hell, I would wait all night long if it meant I could stare at her like this.
Scratch that. I couldn’t wait. My patience flew out the window as soon as she started touching herself, her middle finger barely making contact with the space between her lower lips.
Flicking her eyes to mine, she watched me intently as she brought the finger up to her mouth and sucked, a small moan following shortly after.
That was it.
That did it for me.
Without asking for permission or giving her any sort of warning at all, I grabbed her hips and positioned myself beneath her, touching the head of my dick to her entrance in a silent plea. A small smile flicked over her features just before she began to descend, coating me with her warmth.
On the one hand, I wanted to enjoy every inch of her, savor each delectable moment. On the other, I wanted to thrust inside her so hard it’d make the neighbors hear her scream my name.
Using her hands to brace herself on my chest, her braid falling to one side of her beautiful face, she began to move. Though her stride was slow at first, it was still beyond amazing. The feel of her wrapped around every inch of me, rising until she was almost completely clear of me, then falling again till I filled her entirely… god, it was divine. The way her arms pressed her boobs together had me wishing I could bury my face between them, enjoying the soft feel and moving with the rhythm of her ride.
Placing my hands on her hips and wrapping my fingers around to grab her ass cheeks, I helped her set the pace and watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as if she were enjoying this even a fraction as much as I was.
The feeling of my impending orgasm began to build too soon, and I knew I didn’t want this to end so quickly. But she just felt so completely amazing, her slick heat covering every inch of me as her rhythm increased. I could feel myself starting to lose control with each little movement. It was apparent that I had to do something to make this last.
Using very little of my strength, I lifted her from me and began to move out from beneath her. She caught on quick, turning to the side as if she wanted to assess where I was headed.
Patting her lightly on the side of her ass, I said, “Hands and knees.” I wasn’t much for dirty talk, nor did I know the proper etiquette when instructing a chick to assume a position. I could’ve blurted out that I wanted to tap that ass from behind so I could keep the promise I’d made so long ago and enjoy that ink, but I figured most women would find it a bit offensive. Less was more when it came to men talking during sex, right?
Without hesitation or question, Maci rose up on her hands and knees just like I’d asked, wiggling her ass in front of me as she got into position. At first, I just sat there, on my knees, admiring the view—the sight of the Batman tattoo hypnotizing me. Her waist wasn’t super skinny, but small enough so that it accentuated her perfectly grabable hips and round ass, as well as making the tat on the small of her back a very prominent focal point.
As if wondering what the holdup was, she flicked her braid over her shoulder and turned her head to look at me expectantly. In response, I palmed one of her cheeks, drawing little circles with my thumb on her soft skin, and whispered, “Just let me admire you for a minute.” I saw her bite her lip hesitantly from the corner of my eye, but I still chose to focus solely on her body right then.
After only a few moments, Maci tilted her head to look at me again before saying my name. “Liam?” she asked, probably questioning whether I was going to actually fuck her again or just stare. “Please.”
She didn’t have to ask twice, I knew I was being a bit odd with my staring. She was just something to be cherished, this position bringing back the memory of the promise I’d made that night, and I so enjoyed soaking in all her beauty when I could.
Holding gently onto the curves of her hips, I positioned myself at her entrance and eased my way inside, a light groan escaping my chest at the feel of her. Attempting to take things slow, mimicking what she wanted when she was riding me, I took my time gliding in and out—each measured thrust in stark contrast to my pounding heart.
“Harder,” she whispered, never turning her head to look back at me. Her request surprised me a bit. She wanted it harder? If she wanted more, I’d give her more.
In an attempt to fulfill her request, I slammed into her—hard—causing her to cry out as her entire body thrust forward. As soon as she regained purchase on the bed, her elbows taking the brunt of the force, I thrust again, this time noticing she was more prepared for my force.
Picking up the pace, I continued to crash into her, my pelvis hitting the soft cushion of her ass and filling the room with all kinds of delicious noises. Her moans were among them, each sound of her voice coming out disjointed as I continued my tirade.
I loved holding onto her hips, but the need to see her face right now was overpowering. Reaching out, I grabbed hold of her braid and wrapped it around my hand, tugging lightly to try and get her to lift her head. Her moans still muffled into the sheets, she kept her face down, not heeding my gentle warning.
Wrapping her hair around my fist once more, I pulled harder, forcing her to lift her face from the plush surface of the bed. I slowed my thrusts a bit, bending my body forward so my face could be close to hers.
Using her hair, I tilted her head to the side and murmured against her ear. “I want to see your face when you come.” Jaw slack, heavy breaths, and lust-filled eyes, she quirked a small smile, letting me know she was enjoying this just as much as I was. A quick, hard tilt of my hips wiped that smirk right off her face as she cried out in response to my length filling her.
I never eased up—gripping her braid tight with one hand and steading her hips with the other, as I began a hard, steady rhythm. Having a woman on top, or even in the standard missionary style, shortened my longevity. But from this position, I could last quite a while, and planned on taking advantage of it for as long as I could.
The sounds coming from her were such delicious torture—evidence I was doing something right as I kept up a punishing rhythm. Letting go of the death grip I had on her hair, I slowed my pace and curved my body around hers, nuzzling my face in the crook of her neck and filling my nose with her delectable scent.
Reaching around to her front, I began toying with her clit, delighted when she twitched at the contact before beginning to move in rhythm with me. God, she felt amazing in every way possible. Her soft, warm skin pressed against my body felt so good, so right.
“Christ, you feel so good, Maci,” I mumbled into her neck, continuing with this slower, agonizing pace as I played with her. I usually had no problem lasting as long as I wanted in this position, but this woman constantly surprised me, and I could already feel my impending orgasm growing anew. I wanted her to come first though… I needed her to. Needed to know she would be satisfied too. Damn, I should’ve gone down on her first.
Ahh, just the thought of tasting her again had the need to release swelling even more inside me. Slowing my pace even more, I started to remove my hand from her clit, figuring I could change things up a bit and be sure she got off before I did.
“Don’t stop. God, please don’t stop,” she cried out, burying her face into the bed and pushing her ass back toward me. Hell yeah, she was enjoying it… and I wanted to see her unravel in my hands.
“You want this?” I asked, flicking her clit with my middle finger a few times and rocking into her, watching her, wanting to see her reaction to my teasing.
“Yes,” she hissed, tossing her head back so her braid landed in the center of her back, accentuating the dip of her spine and curves of her waist. Doing as she requested and toying with her while I fucked her, I took my other hand and traced the line of her hair down her spine. Her skin was so soft, so beautiful—I wanted my lips all over every inch of her.
Finally, my hand landed right at the curve of her hip, bracing myself as I used my other hand to bring her to the brink. With each pump of my fingers and each thrust of my hips, her trembling increased, sounds of sex filling the room as she climbed higher and higher.
I was beginning to have doubts that I would continue to last if she came around me.
As soon as that thought crossed my mind, her trembling became more of a quaking, each muscle in her body tensing as she tilted her face to the side and pressed her cheek to the mattress. Her mouth wide and eyes pressed shut, she came—whimpering moans escaping her throat as her channel tightened around me. I had to slow so I could absorb every jolt of pleasure that powered through her. Her body twitched and writhed beneath me, and the sight of her coming was simply amazing in every way.
I held onto her, slowly pumping in and out, as I watched her back rise and fall with heavy breaths. Making a meal of her exhaustion, Maci collapsed face-first onto the bed, causing me to pull out and enjoy the beautiful scenery before me.
Hovering over her, I nibbled on her ear and said, “Nu-uh. You can’t give up on me. I’m not done with you yet.”
Chapter Nineteen
Maci: Lovers and Gamers
This man. He continually surprised me at every turn, and I loved it. He didn’t seem like the dominant type, yet he could definitely take things over in bed.
With my muscles feeling like wet noodles after that insanely intense orgasm, I turned to face him and spread my legs—hopefully inviting him to keep playing me till he finished the game.
“You’re a much better lover than you are a gamer, Mr. Allen,” I said with a light lilt to my voice, quirking my brow in a mock challenge.
Crawling over my prone body, he pressed into me in one swift movement, hitting just the right spot to make me gasp. “Hey now, don’t forget who won tonight,” he whispered against my cheek as he began to move with a wickedly measured pace.
“Ahh,” I moaned. Couldn’t help it. He knew just how to hit all my buttons. “I think we both won something tonight.” I cringed when the words left my mouth—the same words he muttered to me the first night we met—the night he didn’t seem to remember.
He stopped moving, his hips abruptly pressing into me, and lifted his gaze to mine. Yet, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just stared at me. Had I just given myself up? Did he recognize those simple words from our encounter over a year ago? It would seem relevant that he’d remember my words more than he would my body. After all, my words were what seemed to captivate him in the fictional world… why not have them stick in his mind in the real world as well?
Wrapping my legs around him so my ankles crisscrossed over his ass, I tightened my hold and brought my l
ips to his. I had to break eye contact. The intensity of the situation was just too much for me to handle. Plus, the sex had been great until I opened my big mouth. The need for me to shut the hell up and kiss the man was real.
He didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue to play with mine while he continued to move inside me, sparking all new flutters to awaken in my gut. Even though I was so enjoying having him in my arms, I couldn’t help the disappointment that kept crawling into my mind, spreading like a disease. I tried so hard to push it aside and just enjoy the moment, but it kept nagging at me.
I needed to decide. Either tell him and get it all out in the open, or deal with the fact he would never make the connection. I’d dropped enough hints, that was for damn sure.
A hard thrust brought me out of my internal melancholy state, transporting me back to the here and now and the fact I had a super-hot gamer geek fucking me. Scratch that. He wasn’t fucking me anymore. This sensual movement of his hips and attention to my body was more romantic, more intimate than just a random lay.
Such a mixture of emotions bouncing around in my head… I needed to just forget about the past and feel the present.
Liam propped his strong arms on either side of my head as he increased his pace, his face showing a mixture of emotions that I couldn’t quite pin down. Mostly, though, you could tell he was struggling for control, and the fact I could be the reason for his orgasm made me feel a bit more powerful.