Liam didn’t break eye contact with me and I couldn’t help but gaze right back. It felt like I was a mouse and he was the snake, paralyzing me. He put pressure on my leg, pressing down, until my leg slid down next to my other one and they were no longer crossed.
“He was right about your eyes, too,” Liam added. His other hand came up to take my chin between his fingers, tilting my head up. My face was probably red as a fire hydrant. I could feel the heat on my cheeks. He was so close to me, and then he was using his grip on my thigh to spread my legs—he was spreading my legs, and stepping between them, and I could hardly breathe let alone think. “They’re absolutely beautiful.”
I wanted to look around and see if anyone was staring at us, but I didn’t dare look away from Liam. What would Kelsie think if she could see me? My legs spread with this stranger standing between them, one hand high up on my thigh, the other tilting my chin up, his face barely an inch from mine?
It felt like my entire body was vibrating. I wanted him to close the distance between us. I wanted his hand to slide even further up my leg, to feel how wet I was becoming. It had been almost a year since I’d last been with a guy, and now my body was in overdrive.
“I wonder if he was right about the other thing?” Liam murmured. His gaze roamed over my face hungrily. I could feel the heat of his body and I wanted him closer—but I also wanted him far away. This was messing with my focus.
“What other thing?” I asked, surprised to find that I was murmuring as well.
The corner of Liam’s mouth quirked upward, like he was amused. “That you’re a pro at fellatio.”
If it was possible to choke on air, I would have done it. I could feel my cheeks heating up even more. What could I say? I had to play along.
“Yes,” I told him. “That’s right.”
It helped that this was true. After that debacle at the college Halloween party, I’d practiced until I was a fucking expert. It was the oddest way my perfectionist streak had come out, but hey, it was going to pay me back in spades right now.
Liam’s hand slid from my thigh to around my waist and he tugged me forward. It thrust our bodies together and I clutched at his arms instinctively, looking for balance. I could feel how firm the muscles were underneath his shirt. He could probably pick me up, I realized, feeling a little dizzy. I couldn’t help but feel the hard bulge in his pants, the one that rubbed up so close to where I wanted it. I felt myself get even wetter and I swallowed back a little moan.
“How about a demonstration then?” Liam asked. His other hand was still holding my chin up, leaving me feeling helpless in his grasp.
My eyes must have bugged out of my head. He wanted me to blow him? Right now? Before the staff had even left?
I tamped down on my inner panic. This was what this party was all about, after all. It wouldn’t make sense for me to back away, not if I was supposedly an enthusiastic guest. Not to mention… Liam was gorgeous. I wanted to grind against the hard length I could feel pressed up against me. I wanted him to slide those long, thick fingers inside of me, swiftly followed by his cock.
It had been so long since I’d been with anyone. What was the harm in indulging myself while I was here?
Feeling caught, but in the best way, I nodded my consent.
Liam brushed his lips lightly over mine, then slid his hand down from my waist to my ass, palming it and dragging our bodies together in one long, slow grind. I gasped, arching instinctively at the rush of contact and pleasure.
“Follow me,” he whispered, and then he stepped back.
I almost fell off the bar stool at the shift in balance. Liam was standing in front of me, his pants tight and his eyes dark. He held out his hand.
And I took it.
Chapter 5
Liam
I had to work hard to keep the amused grin off my face. I had no idea how this girl had managed to sneak on board, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
She was wearing this cute, daring little cocktail dress and a pair of wicked thigh-high boots that made my mouth water.
All of her made my mouth water, actually: those tan thighs, that tight ass, her pert breasts and that soft dark bob of hair. She had a lovely face, too, a different kind of pretty than the models that I usually surrounded myself with. There was a simplicity to it, an openness, and a softness, that I immediately wanted to sample.
The moment I saw her—and those tight curves—I knew I wanted to get inside her. Then I’d introduced myself and gotten a good look at those big, beautiful dark eyes, and she’d smiled.
She had dimples.
Now that was just fucking adorable.
I couldn’t help myself, I had to be certain that I was right and that she wasn’t on the guest list. There was this awkward, nervous air about her, and when one of the models spoke to her, I think the poor girl’s eyes almost popped out of her head. But hey, maybe she was someone that Michael had invited that I somehow didn’t know about. So I asked her if Walter had invited her.
Walter was my German Shepherd.
When she said yes, I had my confirmation that she was lying. How she’d snuck on board didn’t matter, and the why of it was completely obvious. I could feel how she trembled underneath my touch and the way that her eyes went wide as I drew close. She’d come for a good time.
And I was going to show it to her.
I took her hand and showed her through the various play areas on the Avalon.
“I named it for my mom,” I told her. “My dad was a businessman, like me, but Mom’s a professor of folklore. She’s always loved the legend of King Arthur. In fact, I’m pretty sure Dad had to bribe her not to name me after Arthur or one of the other characters.”
Gabi laughed. She seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. Most of the women here were interested in two things: money and sex. When I started talking about myself or other subjects, they lost interest. But Gabi was soaking up every word.
I started with the Jacuzzi, which already had Tim and about five women in it, all of them enjoying the jets and the heat. I could tell at least one girl was making creative use of the jets. From the way her cheeks got pink, I could tell that Gabi had noticed, too.
Next was the mirror room. Well, I called it the mirror room. Jason called it his favorite place. One wall was completely covered in mirrors, while hooks and other apparatus hung from the ceiling so that you could tie someone up. An assortment of ropes was looped on pegs along one wall, along with crops, paddles, and similar equipment.
I pulled Gabi in front of me and slid an arm around her waist, pressing up against her back. “What do you think?” I asked, my mouth right at her neck. She smelled divine.
“We should probably start with a bed,” she suggested, but I could hear the tremor in her voice and see in the mirror the dark look in her eyes as she glanced at the rope. I filed away that thought for later.
After that, I showed her the ‘all-bedroom,’ a room I’d had constructed which had a floor made entirely out of mattresses. There was another room that was basically just a massive shower, and then another room made to look like a doctor’s office—although the ‘examination table’ was a bit larger than actual examination tables were. I crowded up behind her, trailing a finger down the line of her cleavage. Gabi moaned and pressed back against me.
“I thought,” she stuttered, “I thought you wanted me to prove my skills to you?”
I dragged my finger back up her skin until I could take her chin between my fingers and tilt her head back. Gabi’s eyes were wide and dark and her mouth was open, panting.
“Let’s go back to my room, then.”
She shivered and let me lead her down the hall to one of the private bedrooms. I shut and locked the door behind us, just in case.
This room was pretty normal, so to speak. It was a proper bedroom, with a large four-poster bed. There were some restraints at the head and the foot of it, but other than that, it was pretty standard.
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nbsp; Gabi took it all in, then turned around to face me. She looked both nervous and determined. I intended to do something about that first emotion.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and used my free hand to cup her cheek. She smelled and felt so good, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I kissed her, working my lips against hers. Gabi stiffened and then relaxed, leaning into me. Her hands came up to wrap around my neck and I ran my tongue across the seam of her lips. She moaned, her mouth falling open, and I eagerly slid my tongue in. She was so hot and pliant, responding eagerly to my touch.
“Go on, then,” I whispered, withdrawing.
Gabi shot me a look full of heat and then slid gracefully down to her knees. My breath started to come in harsh pants as she undid my belt. She looked so hot like this, down on her knees for me. I just might have to fuck her all night long.
She pulled my cock out of my pants and for a moment she just looked, tilting her head to the side as if studying it. I started to get a little worried—was she unsure? But then she licked her lips and—holy shit.
Gabi took me in all the way.
I cursed, one of my hands sliding into her hair. How did…? What…?
Gabi pulled back off of me. “I’m a perfectionist,” she said, as if that explained everything. Then she was swallowing me again and I could hardly think.
It was all tight, wet, and perfect suction. She ran her tongue up along the underside and then sucked right at the head, tongue flicking at the slit, before taking me all the way back down again and again. My knees trembled and I tightened my hold on her hair. Gabi hummed, as if she liked it, and I thrust once, tentatively. She hummed again, pleased, and I started thrusting shallowly into her mouth.
The whole time I kept groaning out, like I was sixteen and this was my first blowjob. She was just so confident in this, taking me all the way down like that, absolutely perfect, just like that, fuck yes, fuck, yes—
It felt like I was two seconds away from exploding and then she pulled away. My knees almost buckled and I gasped, my chest heaving. I looked down at her.
Gabi had a wicked smile on her face. “Not just yet, Mr. Myer,” she said, her voice a low purr.
I swallowed hard. My dick was still in her hand and it twitched at the throaty, rough sound of her voice.
Gabi let go and stood up, reaching behind her to unzip her dress. She looked like she was close as well, her cheeks pink and her lips wet and sticky.
“You can come when you’re inside me,” she said, and then she dropped the dress.
For one second I stared at her, the miles of perfect skin spread out in front of me, the round breasts and sloping curves—and then I lunged forward, dragging her toward me, kissing the life out of her.
Gabi moaned and opened her mouth for me at once, letting my slide my tongue in and taste myself in her. My hands roamed all over her body, hungry, squeezing and exploring.
I moved my mouth down to her neck, sucking at the soft skin there. “Liam,” Gabi whispered. “Please, I, I’m so—”
I slid a hand between her legs and felt how wet she was. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, but she’d been wearing panties, and now they were utterly ruined.
“You’re so wet,” I growled. Desire coursed through me at the thought of her getting so wet from sucking me off. I wanted to get inside of her.
“Yes,” Gabi whispered, like it was a confession. “Please, I want you as deep as you can get.”
“Is that so?” I whispered. I pushed her back so that she fell on the bed and quickly stripped out of my clothes. “How do you want me, hmm?”
“I…” Gabi trailed off as her gaze roamed over my now-naked figure. “I…”
“Be more specific,” I told her. I climbed onto the bed between her legs, hovering over her. “Do you want to ride me? Do you want me to take you from behind? Haul you into my lap?”
“Oh God,” Gabi choked out. Then she shook her head. “I want, I want you over me. I want you pinning me down and fucking me.”
“I can manage that.” I could more than manage that.
I pressed my hand to her stomach and pressed down, pushing until she was flat on the bed. I used my knees to spread her legs wide, and then I slid my other hand between her legs, right to where she was soaking wet. I rubbed her through her underwear, and Gabi threw her head back, her eyes falling closed on a moan.
“Please,” she begged me. She begged so prettily. I loved it. “Liam, please.”
I slid off her underwear and leaned over her until I could suck one of her breasts into my mouth. Gabi keened, her hips arching up, but I used my hands to pin her down.
“None of that,” I told her, keeping her pinned to the bed. I took her breast in my mouth again and swirled my tongue around her nipple. They were perfect, soft and just the right size for me to play with.
I used one hand to keep her hips pinned down and then slid a finger inside of her. Gabi cried out, and I immediately added a second. She tightened around me and then relaxed, letting me slide my fingers in as deep as possible and then slide them back out.
“You’re so wet for me,” I whispered, scatting kisses over her abdomen. “You want it so bad, don’t you?”
Gabi sobbed when I added a third finger, her legs shaking with the effort to keep still like I’d told her. “Oh God, please, please, I want you so bad, please!”
I kept working my fingers in and out of her, twisting them a little, and then I pressed my thumb to her clit and rubbed in little circles.
Gabi screamed, her hands clutching at the bedsheets. I groaned myself, overwhelmed with how responsive she was. A part of me was tempted to take the edge off immediately and let her orgasm—it had clearly been a while for her if she was this responsive—but the selfish part of me won over. I wanted her to be so desperate she didn’t know her own name.
I withdrew my fingers and braced myself over her. “You ready?” I asked, just to be sure.
Gabi nodded, and I quickly prepared myself with the supplies in the bedside nightstand. Gabi was staring up at me, her mouth open and her chest heaving. I could see sweat on her skin, making it shine, and I couldn’t help myself, I had to kiss every inch of her that I could.
When I slid inside, Gabi immediately wrapped her legs around me, drawing me in deeper. I thrust once, hard, and she screamed in pleasure, her nails digging into my back. “Again,” she begged. “Just like that.”
I thrust again, and again, burying myself inside of her. She felt so damn good, tight and perfect, clenching down around me like she’d take me even deeper if she could. “Harder, faster, please,” she begged, pressing kisses into my jaw. “I’m not going to break, I need it so bad, Liam, so, so bad.”
My hips jerked in a hard, fast rhythm. I felt like I might be hurting her, but Gabi was writhing underneath me, arching her hips to meet my thrusts. It still wasn’t enough for her, though, I could tell. I was pinning her the way she wanted, but I could tell I wasn’t getting as deep as she wanted me to. I paused and slid my hand underneath her back.
“Liam, what—” Whatever else she was going to say was cut off in a surprised shriek of laughter as I rolled us over, putting her on top. The position had her sinking down onto me completely and we both moaned, my eyes closing as I took in the sensation of being completely inside her.
Gabi moaned, her eyelids fluttering and her mouth falling open. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, like that…”
She drew herself up until I was almost completely out of her and then sank back down again, torturously slow. I forced myself to stay still, everything in me on fire with the effort. I wanted to thrust up into her again and again, but I had to hold myself still—I had to make sure that she was fully comfortable.
After a few more times of slowly raising herself up and then down, building a rhythm, Gabi slid her hands over my chest. She smiled at me, as if she could feel every twitch in my muscles and knew how I was holding back. “C’mon then,” she murmured, the corner of her mouth twitc
hing and her eyes glazed over. “Make me really feel it.”
I gripped her hips, my fingers trailing over her soft skin. Gabi lifted herself up and I thrust as she started to come down, creating a counter-rhythm to hers.
It was all so much, seeing her up there arching and gasping and writhing, feeling the tight slick heat of her. I wanted to bury myself inside and never leave. She kept doing this circling, grinding motion with her hips as she sank down on me that left me gasping. It made me see white at the edge of my vision. “That,” I choked out. “Whatever—that was, keep—”
Gabi laughed, high and light, like a bell, and did it again and again. Her hands were still sliding over my skin, using it to brace, to work herself up and down on me.
I couldn’t control myself anymore. I had no real rhythm, no thought other than to bury myself in her until we both choked on it. Everything was overwhelming. The way she smiled. The touch of her hands. The erratic, hot rhythm of her sliding over and on and around me. The smell of her.
The pleasure building up, up, up from the base of my spine until it shot through all of me and I came with a shout, possibly leaving bruises on her hips from the grip of my fingers.
Chapter 6
Gabrielle
What the hell had I been thinking?
I was lying in Liam’s arms, my head pillowed on his chest as we caught our breath. I’d started coming right after he did and it had been like getting hit by a freight train. I didn’t think I’d ever come so hard in my goddamn life. I’d collapsed on top of him and then rolled to the side just a little, but that was about all my body could manage at the moment. My limbs were heavy and uncoordinated and my chest was heaving.
Holy shit.
As I slowly got my breathing under control, I was able to think beyond Fuck, that was good and started contemplating exactly what I’d just done.
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