by Arlo Arrow
Liam’s hand slides under the band of my panties, and his fingers make contact with my pussy.
He rubs in soft circular motions and I gasp in pleasure and surprise. He does this even better than I can.
I’m gushing wet and he slides a finger inside me delicately. Oh shit, that feels good!
He gets up off the couch and helps move me, pulling at my legs until he turns me on the couch and I’m on my back. I can look right at him. He towers over me, massive, shirtless, his cock intense and huge, still just a defined bulge printing on his shorts.
He puts his fingers underneath the waistband of my yoga pants and tugs them forcefully down. Next it’s my panties, which, as I thought, are completely soaked, more than they’ve ever been.
He’s on his knees, jamming his head between my legs. He licks my inner thighs, working his way closer and closer to my wet and aching pussy.
When his tongue finally connects with me, I moan like I’ve never moaned before.
He’s licking my clit, doing something with his tongue… jabbing strokes alternating with flat, broad ones, moving faster and faster.
I’m crying out. He puts a finger inside me, and then a second one. The pace quickens. I’m panting, moaning, crying out.
I start to come, the feeling washing over me like a tidal wave, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out, not even realizing I’m saying it. I don’t curse much. And I’m surprised. But the pleasure is too much for me to care about whether or not I’m cursing.
Liam doesn’t let up as I come. He keeps going, harder and harder. Faster.
Not even for a second does he hesitate. He knows what he’s doing. He knows he’s pushing me far over the edge, farther than I’ve ever been before.
My body feels light and heavy at the same time. My peripheral vision seems to be going… Everything is dim and bright at the same time…
The pleasure completely wrecks me. I flop down, exhausted.
Liam leans down and kisses me intensely. I taste myself on his lips. My body is still exhausted…
“Ready for more?” growls Liam.
I don’t know if I can move. That’s how hard the orgasm hit me.
But I want his cock. My desire for it has only increased.
Instead of answering him, I make a grab for his cock. I shove my hands down his shorts, right to his naked cock. It’s girthy and as hard as steel.
“Where’s the shy girl?” growls Liam, teasing me. “Where’s she gone?”
Liam stands up and I’m on my knees on the couch, my yoga pants bunched up somewhere down around my ankles. Maybe one of the legs is still in the fabric. Maybe not. I’m not sure. I couldn’t care less.
My nipples are as hard as nails, and I yank down his shorts. His cock springs to life, pointing towards me. Its head is like nothing I’ve ever seen.
It’s by far the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life.
I can’t help but gasp, finally confronted with his cock in all its raging, naked glory.
“You like it?” growls Liam. He’s teasing me again. He knows I love it. He knows I want it deep inside me. He knows I want him to bury it in me, and that I want him to make me scream his name with it.
I giggle despite myself.
With my hand gripping the base of his cock, I bow my head down towards it, shifting my body so I’m closer.
I take it in my lips.
It tastes like a fucking man. What a weird thought. But that’s what fills my head. This is a man’s cock. As if there were any other types! But you know what I mean. A real man’s cock.
I tighten my lips and my grip.
Liam lets out a groan of pleasure.
His hands sink into my hair, gripping my head at the sides.
I look up at him with my eyes. He looks down at me, an expression of pure bliss on his face. But it’s not just that… It’s concentration, it’s intensity. Fire seems to burn in his eyes. The fire of desire.
I’m bobbing my head up and down his shaft. His cock is massive and fills my mouth completely.
Now he’s bucking his hips as he holds my head still and fucks my mouth, thrusting his cock in and out.
He’s groaning in pleasure.
“Enough,” he growls. “I’m not going to finish just yet. I need to be inside you.”
I’m game. More than game. I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.
He picks me up in his strong arms and carries me away from the living room. Behind us, we leave our clothes scattered on the ground.
He carries me easily in front of him. My breasts are pressed into his strong chest. He holds me tight against him. My legs dangle below.
He walks me up the stairs and into his bedroom. It’s a fancy room, but not overly done.
The next thing I know, we’re tumbling together on the plush mattress, pushing the comforter and sheets aside.
I get partially under the sheets, but he throws them off me.
I giggle at him as he gets on top of me. His arms are on either side of me, supporting his powerful body. The muscles in his arms and shoulders ripple.
I spread my legs, opening them. The head of his massive cock brushes my pussy. I gasp as it enters me slowly. He teases me with his cock, pushing it slightly in and then taking it out again.
Soon I’m begging for him to enter me.
“Fuck me,” I cry out. “I need you…”
“What do you need?” growls Liam, a wicked grin on his face.
“I need your cock,” I say, moaning in anticipation.
‘Where do you need it?”
“I need it inside me… deep inside me…”
I’m frantic with anticipation. I need his cock like nothing I’ve ever needed before.
Finally he plunges it into me. Slowly at first. But deliberately.
It feels fucking good. I’ve never seen a cock this large, this hard, this intense before. Let alone had it inside me.
I cry out as he pulls it out and plunges it into me again.
His eyes are locked onto mine.
He’s fucking me faster, increasing the pace. I rock my hips as I receive him each time. Our rhythms blend together. We’re becoming like a machine. We seem to know each other’s movements perfectly. There’s no hesitation. This is what we both want. And we want it bad.
He’s pounding into me. I’m moaning. I can’t hold back much longer. The second orgasm is beginning to start. My body is humming in pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good,” growls Liam as he plunges his cock fiercely into me.
His body is pressed down against me now. He holds my sides and fucks me as hard and as fast as he can.
I cry out as the orgasm washes over me.
I’m moaning, yelling, screaming. I’m barely aware of the noises I’m making.
He fucks me hard until the end.
When he pulls out, his fist is around his cock, shooting his heavy load onto my bare thigh.
Time is elongated. An hour seems to pass as we lie here. My head is in the crook of his arm. He’s lying on his back, his chest rising and falling from the intensity of the experience. I’m beyond exhausted, but the glow is so much that I feel like I could do anything. I’m sleepy yet wired. I’m many things at once.
“I’ve never felt this good,” I say.
“You liked it?” he says, grinning at me, teasing me again.
“That was a hell of a first day as an intern.”
Liam laughs, but he’s interrupted by a strange sound. “What was that?”
There’s a lot of noise coming from outside. We can hear it through the window. But I can’t tell what it is. It’s just some sort of commotion.
“Maybe it’s just the neighbors,” mutters Liam.
But it keeps going on, and it becomes impossible to ignore.
Finally, Liam gets up to check on the noise. He’s buck naked, and I can’t help checking out his muscles, his ass, everything, as he goes to the window. He mov
es the curtains to the side to see what’s going on.
“Shit,” he mutters. “It’s the damn paparazzi.”
“Are you sure?” I say, realizing that worry is creeping into my voice.
“Yup,” says Liam. “It might be a little hard for you to get home.”
Chapter 8
Liam
“Can’t I just walk out there?” she says to me.
I move back to the bed and lie down next to her.
“I think you’d better spend the night,” I say. “What they’re looking for are situations where I’m with women, you know. If they see you coming out of my house, they’ll assume the worst.”
“You mean assume the best,” says Ava, giggling.
I chuckle. “Yeah,” I say. “But trust me, you don’t want to get involved in this story. I might very well lose my job because of this whole press scandal. I’m a mutual fund guy. We’re supposed to be pretty much on the straight and narrow. It was a shock to everyone that I got appointed. I mean, I worked my ass off. But I don’t have a family, and I’m younger than most mutual fund CEOs.”
She nods.
“And they could really tear your life apart. You’re in college. Like you said, you already have enough on your plate. You really don’t want to get photographed coming out of my house at this time of night. The implications are too strong…”
“They’d be right,” she says, giggling again.
But there’s a look of worry on her face.
“I think you’d better spend the night,” I say again.
I’d like her to spend the night. That’s the first time I’ve felt like that in… wow, I have no idea. It’s been years, if not a decade. I’ve never tried to be rude about what I do. But my behavior could aptly be described as the old “pump and dump” method. I mean, I’ll do what I have to do—offer cab fare, or give a ride or whatever. But I’ve always valued my own private space. I can’t remember the last time I had a woman sleep over after sex, or a time that I slept over at a woman’s house after sex… Come to think of it, I don’t know if it’s ever happened.
Like I said, I like my freedom.
But Ava is different…
There’s just something about her.
There’s something about her body for sure, something keeps my cock raging hard and keeps my thoughts returning to her.
But it’s not just her body. She’s just different. She’s innocent, sexy as hell, and she’s got a certain way of looking at things. Sure, she seems like she can get stressed out about stuff. But that’s something everyone deals with. She’s also got this way of saying a single phrase, a single line, that changes the way I see something. I can’t think of a single example… it’s more like the conversations… I don’t know, I’m getting ahead of myself, I guess.
There’s that spark between us. It’s as simple as that.
But it’s more.
I simply need her, like I’ve never needed anyone else.
I suddenly realize she hasn’t responded.
“You’ll stay over, right?” I say, figuring it’s a sure thing.
“I don’t know,” she says. “I’d really like to. But I have class early tomorrow. And then I have to…”
“Get to the office?” I say, laughing a little.
“Yeah,” she says. “And I’m already behind on my work.”
“So no staying over?” I say.
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I say. I try to shake off the feeling. I mean, I get it. She’s got stuff to do. “You can stay over another night.”
“I hope there’ll be a lot more,” she says, looking at me right in the eyes.
“Of course,” I say. “I’d like that a lot too.”
“So you’re not going to…”
“Pump and dump?”
“Yeah,” she says.
“There’s something different about you,” I say. “You’re just what I’ve been looking for… Don’t you feel like there’s some real connection between us?”
“I do,” she says slowly. “Honestly, it’s kind of a scary feeling.”
“I get that,” I say. I’m not going to admit that I think it’s a little scary too. “We’ll have plenty of time to work on that.”
“Well,” she says. “Do you think there’s a way I could sneak out of the house?”
The noise of the paparazzi is getting louder outside. I honestly had no idea that this would become such a big deal. Then again, I’ve never been at the center of some media story that’s apparently blowing up right now.
“Yeah,” I say. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you home. Let me just think for a minute…”
“What about the back?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I think that would work. Come on, let’s go downstairs and get dressed.”
We head downstairs, holding hands as best we can as we walk down the stairs.
She goes first, her arm trailing behind her as it holds onto mine. I can’t keep my eyes off her ass as it sways back and forth perfectly as she descends each step. My cock is raging hard again. If my cock has desires of its own, all it wants to do right now is plunge right back inside her.
That’s what I want too. But I get it, she has to get home.
It’s been a long time since I was a student. I graduated early, so it’s been at least ten years now. I wasn’t exactly the most conscientious student, though. I was pretty busy getting laid and hanging out, not to mention starting my own business and getting involved in stock market trading at a young age. But I had the intelligence to still make dean’s list every semester. And it wasn’t an easy school that I went to.
I find some of her clothes and hand them to her. We each get dressed, facing each other.
As she bends down to put each leg into her yoga pants, I can’t keep my eyes off her breasts and the way they hang down so perfectly. I can’t keep my eyes off her nipples and the way they’re still hard.
She looks too beautiful as she stuffs her breasts into the bra that’s possibly a size too small for them. That can’t be comfortable, but I fucking love the way it looks. She’s too sexy for her own good. I don’t even think she realizes how fucking sexy she really is, how probably all the guys on campus would love to sink their cocks deep inside her.
But they’re not a match for me. I’m self aware enough to realize that I’m different to her, because of my age and status.
But it’s not like I’m cherry picking. It’s not that I just want her for her looks…
“OK,” I say. “I’ll take you through the garden in the back. There’s a little passageway that leads to the yard of the house behind me. You can walk right to their driveway and that’ll take you right out to 42nd Street.”
“OK,” she says. “Thanks. I should be able to get a cab from there.”
I shake my head. “No way,” I say. “I’ll take you back. Just wait for me at the corner, and I’ll swing by in a couple minutes. That way all the paparazzi will see is me leaving on my motorcycle by myself…”
“Your motorcycle?”
“Yeah,” I say.
“I’ve never been on a motorcycle before.” She sounds nervous.
“It’s fine,” I say. “Just hold onto me. It’ll be fun.”
“OK,” she says.
It’s now that I can see that she really trusts me. She feels safe with me.
“I can’t take the car,” I say, peering out the curtains of the downstairs window. “Those bastards are all blocking the driveway. But on the bike, I’ll just cruise right around them. Come on, follow me and I’ll show you the path.”
I lead her by the hand down to the basement, where there’s a doorway that’s not used much. It’s partially hidden behind some bushes.
The cool night air is refreshing to breathe. It feels good on my skin as we step out. I’m still wearing just my shorts and t-shirt.
“OK,” I say. “This way.”
I hold her hand and lead her through the garden path that leads to the next door
neighbor’s yard. The trees and bushes are thick around us, and for a moment it feels like we’re not in a city at all. Instead, it feels like we’re out in the great outdoors somewhere, in some forest where the stars and moon shine down.
“It’s beautiful here,” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I say.
I stop and tug at her hand, puling her close to me.
Our mouths connect here, under the stars, hidden from everyone by the trees, by the thick bushes, by the vines.
“I think I’m starting to like you,” she whispers.
I just grin at her.
“Of course you are,” I say.
She makes a gentle, playful swipe at my arm.
“OK,” I say, pointing ahead. “You can see the street from here, right?”
She nods.
“I’ll meet you there on my bike in a minute,” I say.
She gives me one last kiss, a gentle but passionate one, and she’s on her way.
I watch her for a moment, her ass swaying in those tight yoga pants. Damn, I can’t get enough of those fucking pants, or her ass.
I turn back and head towards my house.
Shit, there’s someone here.
Those bastards have invaded my property.
I stand partially behind an evergreen bush, the air suddenly feeling much chillier. I watch them as they start poking around casually in my back yard. Two of them are near my trash shed, about to open it up. Apparently they think they’ll find some juicy information about my personal love life.
It’s a good thing Ava’s already on her way to the street…
There’s nothing to do but ignore them. I want to yell at them. I want to scream at them to get off my lawn. But I don’t want to draw any attention to the direction I’m coming from. That would lead them right to Ava.
So instead of doing all these things, I take a deep breath, and I casually walk out from behind the bushes. I walk right towards my back door, as if nothing is the least bit unusual about what I’m doing.
They don’t see me for a couple moments.
Then they swarm me.
“Do you have any comments about your…?”