“I can't ... oh my god ...” she managed to stammer, gripping onto his forearm. She could feel his muscles twitching and moving, his tendons pulling tight as he played with her.
“Is this why you went out with the dynamic duo tonight?” he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “To get laid?”
“No,” she panted.
“Hmmm, I think you did. I think in the back of that pretty head of yours, you had this planned,” he continued, then bit down on her earlobe. Her eyes fell shut.
“I didn't plan on sleeping with you,” she managed to say, then she groaned when a second finger joined his first.
“Maybe not me, but somebody. Miss Ice Queen wanted to get fucked.”
God, she'd never heard Liam talk like that before – she suddenly understood why women fell all over themselves for him. It wasn't quite a complete change of personality, the teasing tone was still there, she could feel his naughty smile against her skin, but now there was a new layer. He was a little dirty, a little commanding. Hot. Here was a man who was obviously more than capable of fulfilling any of her needs.
“Yes,” she admitted. “Yes, I wanted this to happen. Please, please make this happen.”
“Begging,” he sighed, dropping his forehead to her shoulder. “Always sounds so good when it comes out of a mouth as sexy as yours.”
Ayumi didn't know how much more she could take, how long this was going to go on. He was nipping at her skin and his fingers were spinning her out of control. She was writhing against him, pushing down into the heel of his hand, trying to push herself over the edge.
“Fuck,” she swore. “Oh my god, you're going to make me come.”
“Hmmm, I'm not so sure you've earned it yet.”
“What!?”
She was shocked when he pulled his hand free from her underwear. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she stared up at him. He was looking down the length of her body, watching his fingers as he trailed them up over her stomach. He smirked when he got to her chest.
“I hope whoever invented this got some sort of award,” he said, flicking open the clasp on her front-closure bra.
“Why did you stop?” she moaned as dewy fingers circled her nipple.
“Baby, I haven't even begun yet.”
His tongue completely took over her mouth, made it his own. Both hands were pressing down over her bare breasts, squeezing them and pushing them up high. His body came down against hers, and Ayumi couldn't tell where he ended and she began.
“Off, off, off,” she growled, pulling and yanking his fly apart. Before she could shove his pants down, though, he grabbed her tightly and lifted her off the ground.
“Sometimes being tall comes in handy,” he laughed, helping her wrap her legs around his waist.
“Very handy,” she agreed.
“Last chance, Ice Queen. You sure you want to go through with this?” he double checked. Ayumi was a little surprised at his chivalry, as well as a little annoyed.
“Are you sure?” she asked back, while at the same time squeezing her hand between their bodies.
She wasn't terribly surprised to discover Liam didn't wear underwear. His erection was standing at attention, ready to be freed from his jeans. They both groaned as her hand smoothed up and down his length.
“I think you have your answer in your hand,” he managed to laugh, then he hissed as she lightly scratched a nail from the base of his dick to the head.
“I think I have a lot more than an answer – jesus, Liam, do you have to file this as a dependent on your taxes?”
“Did you just make an accounting joke about my dick?”
“Um ... yes?”
“Fuck, I take back everything I've ever thought about you – let's get married,” he proposed, his hand joining hers.
“Uh uh, Mr. Edenhoff, no attachments, remember?”
He didn't respond, and a moment later she could feel him pulling at her waist, moving her and shifting her. The hand between their bodies fiddled with her underwear, shoving the crotch to the side. Then he was filling her to the point of over flowing and she actually made a choking sound in the back of her throat.
“Goddamn,” he said, sliding his hands down to squeeze her ass. “Everything about you is tight, isn't it?”
“Ummm ...” was the only way she could respond.
“Now she's quiet,” he teased. “I'll have to remember this trick at the office, next time I want you to shut up.”
She didn't think it was fair that he was calm enough to be making flippant jokes, yet his dick was practically making her cross-eyed. She took a deep breath and reached her hand above her head, feeling for the clothing rod that was stretched across the wall. She wrapped her fingers around the smooth wood, then coiled her other arm around his neck. With her new leverage, she was able to lift herself up, then she slowly slid back down his length.
“You are too much,” she whispered.
“I think I'm just the right amount,” he whispered back, then he squeezed his hands again, helping her to lift back up.
He let her set the rhythm and the pace for a while, let her get used to his size. She was a somewhat petite girl, and he was big and tall all over. Every time she fell back down on him, she held her breath. Every time she took him to the hilt, she was pretty sure she could feel him brushing against her brain stem. Eventually, though, she grew accustomed to his size and she wanted more. Harder, faster, stronger, all of it.
“Liam, I want -” she started, but he read her mind and suddenly he was leaning into her again, pinning her whole body down under his.
“I know exactly what you want,” he growled in her ear as his hips started moving double time, pounding her into the wall.
“Holy shit,” she cried out, dragging her nails across his shoulder blades.
“You're so pretty like this,” he sighed, gripping her under her knees and leaning away a little so he could stare down between their bodies, watching his dick thrust in and out of her. “All rosy and messy for me. Who knew the ice queen had it in her?”
“You don't ... really know me,” she managed to gasp out, her nails continuing their journey down the front of his chest.
“Mmmm, I think I know you pretty fucking well,” he replied, sliding one hand free of her body. She gripped tighter with her legs which caused her pussy to tighten around his shaft, making both of them groan.
“Jesus, then I can't wait to see what you can do when you know me better,” she forced out a laugh. He suddenly stopped pumping his hips and he grabbed her hand before she could scratch him anymore. While she struggled to breathe, he raised her hand to his mouth and wrapped his lips around two fingers, sucking on them for a second before pulling them free.
“You know what I can't wait to see?” he asked, pushing her saliva slick fingers between their bodies, forcing her to touch herself.
“What?”
“I can't wait to see what you look like when you come,” he said, then he pulled back and slammed into her so hard, she let out a scream.
“Oh fuck, oh my god, holy shit!” she chanted.
“So cool, so calm, so collected all the time,” he was grunting as he tried to pummel her through the wall. “Now look at you. Breathless. Naked. Soaking wet.”
“God, so fucking wet for you,” she groaned.
“For me,” he agreed, his free hand moving to her breasts, pressing down as she bounced up and down on him. “Fuck, perfect tits, perfect ass. You, Ice Queen, are fucking perfection.”
Of course, Ayumi knew one of Liam's many tricks was manipulation. He had a gift for knowing what a woman wanted to hear, and saying it in the most perfect way. She had thought herself immune to it, but right then, with him fucking her so hard they were cracking the sheet rock, her defenses were down. He said she was perfect, and in that moment, she believed him.
“Please, please, please, I'm so close,” she begged, letting go of the clothing rod. Gravity dropped her even harder onto him and she let out another shriek.
“An hour ago, if you'd asked me if I could picture you coming on my dick, I would've called you crazy,” he chuckled. “Now I think it's my new purpose in life.”
“Mine, too,” she breathed.
“Next time, though, you're going to let me take my time,” he whispered, slowing his thrusts down, but increasing the intensity. “I'm going to fuck you where I want, however I want.”
“Yes. Yes, I'd like that.”
“You'll fucking love it. You're going to beg for it. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be praying to my cock.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes ...”
“Let's practice right now,” he said in a soft voice. “You want to come? Beg me.”
“God, please, Liam,” she cried.
“Please what?”
“Please.”
“C'mon, Ice Queen, gotta do better than that.”
“Faster,” she whimpered. He slowed down even more.
“I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. What was that?”
“Please, faster.”
“Hmmm, you must not want it very bad, if that's the best you can do.”
He'd all but stopped fucking her, and Ayumi felt like she was going to go insane. Her entire body was trembling, her breasts shaking against his chest. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Like if he didn't finish what he'd started, she might die.
“Please, Liam!” she finally shouted, gripping onto his shoulders and digging her nails in. “Please, fuck me harder. I'll say whatever you want, just please, please let me come.”
“Needs some work,” he sighed. “But it'll do for now.”
Without any warning, he slammed his entire length into her. She screamed and before she'd even finished, he was slamming into her again. And again. And again. She babbled incoherently, unable to pump back against him, or even do anything. He'd fucked her comatose. There really was a cracking sound behind them, and from the shelf over the clothing rod, a box of detergent fell down, almost hitting them.
“Oh fuck, oh please,” she grunted. “Yes, right there. Liam, I'm ... holy shit, I'm ...”
“You're so fucking amazing,” he breathed in her ear.
She would later tell herself it was his outstanding skills, or his heavy thrusts, or his big dick that made her come, but really it was his words. Speaking so nice, sounding so honest.
She screamed again as tremors rippled outward from her pelvis, shutting down her entire body. He let out a shout as she gripped his dick so hard, he couldn't move for a second. She let her head fall forward onto his shoulder and she bit into his skin, moaning as her orgasm completely overwhelmed her.
Between waves of pleasure, he started fucking her again. Had she been in the right state of mind, she would've felt a little guilty – she was little more than a limp rag at that point. She'd completely collapsed against him, she wasn't even trying to hold herself up at all, let alone fuck him back. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice or care. His thrusts became erratic and his fingers were back on her ass, holding her tight to his hips so he could fuck her even harder. He grunted twice, then let out a low groan as his entire body went tight. She could feel him coming, feel his muscles tick and twitch like a cooling motor.
Like a fucking V8, goddamn.
She wasn't sure how long they stood like that, both just barely holding each other up. Both just barely able to breathe. When he finally went to step away, though, his foot slipped. He let out a shout and over-corrected, sending them careening to the side. Ayumi shrieked as they fell against the long shelving that ran the length of the room.
“Well,” Liam panted, yanking her up and properly sitting her on the shelf. “That wasn't exactly the suave, cool ending I had in mind.”
They both looked over his shoulder to see what had happened. The detergent had spilled all over the floor, as well as a whole stack of dryer sheets. She lifted her eyes to the wall they'd just been against and she winced; there was a dent in the drywall, roughly the size of her ass. Liam looked as well and she was a little surprised when he laughed.
“I can help pay to have it fixed,” she offered.
“Are you kidding? That's a memory right there, sweetheart. I'm leaving it like that forever.”
He let her go and stepped away, putting his pants back to rights before helping her off the shelf. Then he moved to dig a shirt out of his dryer, leaving her to take care of herself.
Stumbling around in the small space, trying to put her bra back together properly, Ayumi could feel herself sobering up – in more ways than one. The sex had been outstanding, but as she listened to Liam babble away, she couldn't but wonder if she'd made a mistake. He'd gotten so attached to Katya during their time together, would he do that to Ayumi?
“So you really do understand where I'm coming from, right?” she asked, pushing her skirt back into place and straightening out her ruined tights as much as possible.
“Huh?” he asked, not bothering to look up as he pulled the t-shirt into place.
“This is it,” she told him “I don't want you thinking we're like dating now, or something, or thinking we will in the future. This is less a relationship, and more a dirty little secret.”
“Jesus, you know how to make a guy feel good,” he laughed. “I got it, Ice Queen. Don't worry, I won't go falling in love with you anytime soon, I promise.”
Well, jeez, he doesn't have to make it sound like the most ridiculous thing ever.
“Good. Think of it like a business transaction.”
“Like you're a prostitute?” he teased, holding out a t-shirt for her, as well. She groaned and yanked it from his hand.
“Do you ever take anything seriously?” she grumbled, pulling the piece of clothing over her head. She could practically swim in it.
“Yes, I do. I'm just trying not to right now, because if I did, I might get offended,” he replied. She glanced up at him.
“Don't go getting sensitive on me,” she said. “I made myself clear before any of this happened.”
“Yeah, you did, and I got it. For future reference, don't automatically assume everyone you sleep with is going to fall head over heels for you.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“No offense, but your pillow talk sucks.”
“I haven't had any complaints yet,” she snapped.
“Do you stay long enough to hear any?” he challenged. “What I meant was you're about as warm and fuzzy as a cactus. The sex is fan-fucking-tastic. The afterwards? Not so much.”
Ayumi knew she put up a wall ten miles high between her and the men she slept with; she did it on purpose. She was being a bitch and thus deserved any attitude he wanted to give her. Still. His words stung, and she had just enough liquor left in her system to keep her tongue loose.
“What would you know about the afterwards, anyway? The amount of women you sleep with, you couldn't possibly have time for 'pillow talk',” she called him out. He barked out a laugh.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Ayumi, you just offered me no-strings-attached sex in my kitchen and got fucked up against a wall in my laundry room. People in slutty glass houses shouldn't throw stones.”
“Are you calling me a slut?” she bristled up. He shrugged.
“You're the one slut shaming me,” he pointed out. “Yet you're the one who sleeps with random guys without any sort of attachment – which, by the way, is not shameful. I don't feel any shame about my sexual activities. It's a pity you feel bad about yours.”
“Okay, first of all, since moving here, I've slept with exactly three guys. How many women did you sleep with last week?” she asked, but didn't even wait for an answer. “And second of all, I don't feel bad about what I do. It works for me, it keeps me happy, and it certainly doesn't make me a slut.”
“Keeps you happy?” he guffawed. “Sweetheart, your nickname is 'Ice Queen' for a reason. You're probably the unhappiest person I've ever met.”
“How so?” sh
e demanded.
“You work and you go home,” he told her. “You don't have any friends. You don't have a boyfriend. You don't do anything. So don't tell me you have a happy life. I may be a total man whore, but that's because I actually like being that way. I like being close to people, in any and every way possible. You, on the other hand, have casual sex so you can stay away from people, and that's sad.”
That one hurt. It hit too close to home. They weren't friends, and they really didn't know each other that well, but he'd nailed her. She frowned and shoved at his chest, forcing him away so she could march out of the laundry room.
“I don't need friends or a boyfriend to be fulfilled, I enjoy my life just fine how it is!” she snapped, grabbing her phone off the kitchen counter and ordering an Uber.
“Oh yeah? When was the last time you had fun? What was the last adventure you took?” he asked, strolling along in her wake.
“I do lots of things!”
“Name one.”
“I ... I went to London! Just six months ago!” she said, staring at him defiantly. He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, because Wulfric made you go. Doesn't count,” he called her out.
Her blood was boiling at that point. She made her way to the front door. Then she stood still while she grabbed her purse off a coat rack, trying to untangle the strap so she could put it on cross-body style. Liam finally stepped up close and took the bag from her.
“You know what? You were right, I don't like you,” she told him. He shook his head and gently put the purse strap around her neck, even holding it wide so she could slip her arm through it.
“You didn't feel that way fifteen minutes ago,” he replied. Flames raced across her cheeks and she glared up at him while she yanked open his front door.
“You're a womanizer. A liar, a manipulator, a cheat,” she kept on, wanting him to feel as embarrassed and ashamed as she did.
“Yeah, you pretty much know all my dirty little secrets,” he chuckled, clearly neither embarrassed nor ashamed.
“And a slut,” she added. “Just a ... a gross slut.”
“Ooohhh,” he let out the word on a long breath as he leaned in close. “Careful now. If you start talking dirty, we might have to go for round two.”
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