Relinquishing Liberty (Second Chances)

  He released my tightly-beaded nipple, and I already desperately missed the contact of his lips against my skin. I wasn’t left waiting very long because he picked up right where he left off, slithering down my tiny frame, and reconnecting his mouth with my anxiously awaiting body. His tongue traced over each and every one of my ribs thoroughly, while his hands ran along my sides causing me to quiver in anticipation. Pretty soon there wouldn’t been an inch of my body left undiscovered.

  Traveling further south along my stomach, he drew delicate circles around my navel before finally dipping into the tiny cavern. This wasn’t Shayne’s first rodeo, and as much as I hated to admit it, I was thankful that he was so experienced. He was getting closer and closer to the most sensitive regions of my body, and I was beginning to squirm beneath him, unable to mask the effect his skillful tongue and hands had on me.

  Just before he reached the point of no return, his mouth veered off to my hip where his teeth playfully grazed over my hipbone. I giggled and bucked against him, demanding more. I was becoming completely unraveled under the sensory overload he was delivering. God, why did this turn me on so much? I couldn’t even think straight to answer that for myself, but I prayed he would never stop.

  His hands clamped around my legs, holding me in place as his lips moved up my thighs drawing abstract patterns with his tongue and giving me flirtatious nips along the way. My eyes fluttered closed, and I laid there imagining what more he could possibly do to me before I altogether came undone.

  “Baby, open your eyes. I need you to look at me.”

  I slowly peeled my eyes open, and Shayne was gazing back at me with so much love in his eyes that my heart was on the verge of exploding. I couldn’t fathom how this beautiful man could possibly feel so strongly about me after knowing me for just a few weeks. I knew I felt the same way, and if I had the balls I would tell him so myself. But what was so special about me? What was it that set me apart from all of the other girls he had been with? At this point, I was no better than the rest of them since I was letting him have his heavenly way with me. If Shayne could hear my thoughts right now, I guarantee he would have me over his knee in a second, just like he promised. That didn’t sound like such a bad idea right now…in fact, it turned me on even more.

  He tucked him thumbs into the delicate lace of my thong, and with a quick jerking motion, the material slipped away from my body. Did he really just rip my thong off!? Such a shame…I really liked that one. But with Shayne beaming that panty-dropping smile back at me, I knew it would be well worth it.

  He never took his eyes off of me as he hovered above me, letting his warm breath cascade over my skin. It was like he was marking me, branding me with his essence. Then it dawned on me. Oh. My. God. Where was he…ohmigod he’s going down there!?

  “You do realize that the second my mouth touches you, you’re mine,” he stated matter-of-factly. It wasn’t a question. He was determined to claim me…heart, body and soul. As far as I was concerned, I was already his.

  “Please, Shayne.” At that point, I felt no shame in begging him.

  “Is this where you need me, sweetheart? Is this where you’re aching for me to touch you?”

  His finger lightly traced over the slit of my sex, and that was it for me.

  “God, you’re so wet. Is this all for me, baby?”

  “Yes. You. Only you.” I could barely get the words out; I was so breathless from that first touch. His calloused finger was so rough against my skin that it seemed to stimulate me even more. He slipped between my delicate folds, just barely brushing against my swollen nub and drenching his finger in my juices. When he reached my entrance, he slowly inserted his finger all the way inside of me, gradually dragging it out before diving back in again. This felt nothing like what I had done to myself, when I imagined Shayne was ravishing my body. This was so much…more. That’s really the only way I could describe it. God, it was so much more!

  When he inserted a second finger, I could feel my inner walls tightening around him. “Damn, baby, I know you’re a virgin, but I didn’t expect you to be this tight!”

  Shit, that didn’t sound good. My eyes automatically slid down to the bulge protruding against his jeans. What if it didn’t fit? “Is that bad?”

  He looked up at me through hooded lashes, and his smile was ablaze with desire. “No…it’s perfect.”

  He carried on with the steady movements of his dexterous fingers, twisting and turning, in and out. Then I felt it. Those plump, kissable lips of his pressed against my smooth mound just before his tongue came out, giving one quick flick across my throbbing clit. Then again and again, over and over until my back was arching up towards his mouth, begging and pleading for more. He alternated between swift flicks and slow, lingering licks that had my head spinning in ecstasy.

  “Sweetheart, I have fantasized so many times about tasting this sweet pussy of yours, and it’s even better than I imagined. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

  His words alone had me getting closer and closer to that electrifying moment when fireworks would go off inside of me. I could feel my orgasm building up deep within my core, ready to be released any second now. Shayne must have picked up on it because his tongue lapped at my juices faster and with more intensity. I threw my head back, unable to keep my steadfast gaze on him any longer.

  As soon as I felt him curl his fingers inside of me and suck my clit with such vigor that I thought he might suck it clean off of my body, I erupted violently around his fingers and mouth. Shayne’s name flew freely past my lips, along with a few other expletives in the mix. I just couldn’t hold back anymore. Shayne brought out a side of me I never knew I had. A bolder side. A side that didn’t give a shit if everyone heard me crying out Shayne’s name as he devoured me from the inside out. I had to admit, I kind of liked the new Liberty.

  I watched as he slowly removed his fingers from inside of me and sucked them clean. I just about came all over again watching him enjoy the sweet nectar he helped my body produce in the most exquisite way possible.

  “That had to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Liberty, you are so beautiful, but nothing compares to look on your face when you come around my fingers.”

  He inched his way up the length of my body until his dewy lips captured mine. I could taste my saltiness remaining on his mouth and tongue, and rather than become turned off by such a taboo act, it aroused me even more. I was finally able to share a part of myself with someone in such an intimate way that I had never allowed myself to before, and I couldn’t be happier that it was with Shayne.

  From what I could see, “Shayne Jr.” was still standing at full attention, and I had to admit, it looked a little painful. I couldn’t very well just leave him like that to suffer. Shayne just gave me the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life (although that only counts as my third one now), and I wanted to make Shayne feel just as amazing as he made me feel tonight.

  I kept my eyes on Shayne as I reached for the button of jeans, but as soon as I had it unsnapped, he caught my wrist, pulling me away. Okay now, I know at one point Maddie tried to implant the idea in my head that Shayne must be gay, and I still didn’t agree with her, but what guy in his right mind would turn down a good, old-fashion blowjob? I mean, I’ve never given one before, but it couldn’t be that difficult, and I was told some guys like it even more than having sex.

  “What’s wrong? Don’t you want me to return the favor? It’s not really fair that I’m the only one that got to have a mind-blowing orgasm.”

  “Mind-blowing? That good, huh?” A sly grin spread across his face, showing off his adorable dimple. I’m sure I was just feeding his ego more than it needed to be, but now I knew firsthand why it was so well-earned.

  “Oh come on, like you couldn’t tell.” There’s no way he didn’t feel me come so hard around those magic fingers of his. No. Fucking. Way.

  “Trust me, sweetheart, I could tell. You weren’t exactly
subtle when you screamed my name, either.” He winked at me, and I could feel my face become flushed. I guess I was a little loud. That’s just the effect Shayne had on me.

  I stroked his erection across the outside of his pants, but he still wasn’t giving in to what I knew he wanted and needed so badly. He grabbed my hand, halting my attempt to pull his zipper down.

  “Baby, stop. You don’t need to do that. Tonight was supposed to be all about you. I don’t need anything in return.”

  I slumped back on my elbows, sulking in defeat. I guess he really doesn’t want me. Was it me? Did I do something wrong? This wasn’t exactly how I saw the night ending.

  “Don’t be like that, sweetheart. It’s not that I don’t like it…I more than like it. That’s the problem. The moment your hands touch me, that’s it. I lose all sense of control, and I can’t lose control with you. You’re not just another notch on my bedpost. You mean a hell of a lot more to me than that, and you deserve better.”

  He let out a heavy sigh as his hands wiped over his face and ran through the waves of his hair. I could tell that whatever it was he needed to say was weighing down on him.

  “Look, I want your first time to be special, and I know you do, too. My first time was sloppy and rushed; it lasted about five seconds, and unless the girl I slept with was capable of coming at lightning speed, I’m pretty sure I didn’t get her off. You don’t deserve to have your needs cast aside like that. I want to take my time with you and make it memorable. Hell, this will be a first for me, too! I have never had sex with someone I actually care about…someone I love.”

  Shayne got to his feet and extended his hand to help me up. Staring at that hand and knowing where it had been tonight, I smiled to myself; he definitely hadn’t neglected my needs, that was for sure. He pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms snuggly around my waist and rested his chin on my head. I loved that we fit together so perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle. He was right: it really was like I was made for him.

  He held me like that for a while, not speaking a word, just savoring the moment. My eyes began to fill with tears with all of the emotions rushing through me, and I reached up between us to wipe away the tiny droplets before they fell. I knew he wouldn’t notice the tears soaking through his dampened shirt, but I still felt the need to hide the evidence, even if they were happy tears.

  Shayne tucked a finger beneath my chin, drawing my gaze up to him. His eyes appeared glassy, obscured by the sheen of moisture building up. I was surprised to see Shayne just as overcome by all of the emotions coursing through him as I was, and it tugged at my heart to see him in such a vulnerable state. The beautiful smile radiating off of his face was infectious, and we both ended up laughing at how ridiculous we must look. We were just a pair of blubbering lovesick idiots. This time I was the one to kiss away his tears.

  I cupped his face, wiping away a stray tear, and he closed his eyes, leaning affectionately into my touch. His stubble tickled as it brushed against my fingers, and he turned to place a chaste kiss in the center of my palm, holding it there with his own hand. It was such a simple gesture, and yet it held so much meaning.

  “So what do you say? Will you let me do that for you? Will you wait until the moment is right, so I can cherish your body the way it deserves to be?” He feathered kisses across my knuckles and looked up at me adoringly with his big puppy-dog eyes. How could I possibly say no to that face?

  “Shayne, I would love nothing more than for just that. You’re right. I’m sorry if I’m the one trying to rush things. But after that spectacular performance downtown,” I shifted my eyes down to my lady bits, before leaning in to whisper in his ear, “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to think about anything else until that delicious cock of yours is finally so deep inside of me that I’ll be coming for days.”

  Shayne threw his head back and groaned. “Ughhh, baby, why do you have to say things like that to me?”

  “You know you love me.” I winked at him.

  “Yes. I. Do.” He let out a low growl, and with that, he threw me over his shoulder for the third time that night and carried me off to bed.

  When I woke the next morning, I was wrapped up in Shayne’s arms with my face buried in his bare chest. I took in a deep breath, and his scent that I loved oh so much encompassed me. I wish I could just bottle it up and carry it with me everywhere.

  Shayne murmured something in his sleep, and his grip around me loosened up a bit. My bladder was on the verge of bursting, so I slowly slipped free from him, trying my best not to wake him. It was still early, and the sun was just barely coming up.

  After relieving myself, I looked in the mirror and, as usual, I was a hot mess. My hair was sticking up and going every which way, my makeup that I had forgotten to take off was smeared all over, and my breath was…well…let’s just say it smelled like something had died in there. I quickly brushed my teeth and removed the horrible mask my face was sporting, before I came back into Shayne’s room and stealthily climbed back into bed.

  I lied down next to him, watching his chest rise and fall with each steady breath he took. He looked so peaceful when he slept; almost child-like. I brushed away the few hairs that had fallen in front his face, and trailed my fingers along his cheek and jaw, tracing over the week-old stubble. I normally wasn’t a fan of facial hair on guys. I always thought it made them look like cavemen: rugged, unruly, unkempt. But on Shayne it was damn sexy. I remembered the way it felt when it scraped against my thighs as he went down on me last night… Yeah, there was absolutely no way I would ever let him shave it off.

  Since Shayne was still asleep, I finally had a chance to admire the rest of his tattoos without it appearing like I was gawking at him like a priceless work of art. The images depicted on his skin really were spectacular; kudos to his tattoo artist. Some were so detailed and lifelike, they looked as though they were about to jump right off of his skin. One stood out that I had never seen before. It looked like a puzzle piece had been carved right out of his wrist, and I could see the muscle and tendons that lied beneath. Blood dripped from the “wound” like tears down his forearm. It was both beautiful and morbid, and I was curious about the meaning behind it. I slowly rolled over so I could grab my phone from the nightstand just beside my pillow. I wanted to capture the beauty that lied deep within the gruesomeness of the tattoo.

  After setting my phone back on the nightstand, I turned back to find Shayne staring at me with his intense gaze. The corners of his mouth curled up like a mischievous, little Cheshire cat.

  “Mornin’.”

  “Mornin’ to you, too. How long have you been awake?”

  “Long enough.” He smirked. “So…you trying to get some shots of my sexiness in the morning? You just need to ask, sweetheart. You don’t need to be all covert about it.” He winked.

  I smacked him across the chest for his brash remark. “God, are you always this cocky in the morning?”

  “Yup. Take it or leave it, baby.” He leaned over, nuzzling my neck. I could really get used to waking up like this.

  He slid down my body, and I giggled uncontrollably when he surprised me by blowing raspberries across my stomach. I squirmed beneath him as I tried to catch my breath. “I-I guess I’ll have to take it.”

  “Good girl.” He smiled and gave me a long, drawn out kiss before getting out of bed.

  He walked over to his dresser in nothing but his boxer briefs, stretching his arms above his head and giving me quite a show of his backside. He must have the most delectable ass I have ever seen on a man. It should be a sin to have an ass that fine.

  He pulled out a perfectly folded t-shirt and slid it over his head. I was actually surprised by how neat and tidy Shayne kept his house. He never had any clothes lying around, his bed was always made and I never caught a single dish lying in his sink. That was almost unheard of for a guy living the bachelor life.

  “Shayne?”

  “Yeah?” He turned to face me, shining those pearly whites in m
y direction.

  I bit my lip trying to think of a way to word this without offending him. “Now, don’t take this the wrong way, but…how is it that even though you grew up without a mom around, you still keep everything so clean and organized?”

  “Well, my dad and I are complete opposites in that respect. If I took after him, this place would be a total pigsty. You’ll see exactly what I mean when we get a chance to go over there. I love him, he just doesn’t get that not everyone lives in their own filth. That’s probably why he never re-married. No woman could ever put up with that shit.” That made us both laugh.

  “So I guess I just got into the habit of cleaning up after myself. I know that’s not typical of most guys. Why? Do you find that weird?”

  “Not at all. I feel like I just hit the jackpot knowing I’ll never have to clean again!”

  “You make it sound like you’re moving in, sweetheart.” He looked at me with his eyebrow raised and a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

  “No, I just meant…” Shit. I really wasn’t trying to insinuate anything.

  Shayne shook his head, and his shoulders bounced with laughter. “I know babe, I’m just teasing you. You’re more than welcome to spend as much time here as you want.”

  “In fact…” He turned back to his dresser and grabbed a key before handing it over to me. “I have to work this morning, and I don’t know if you have any plans today, but if you want to spend the day here then you’re more than welcome to. The weather’s supposed to be pretty nice so you can lie out on the beach and work on that sexy little tan of yours.”

  Wow he actually trusts me enough to stay at his house alone…all alone…where I can snoop through all of his stuff and find incriminating evidence. Not that I would do that.