Outrageous

by Jennifer Ann

His teeth tug on my earlobe. “You can’t have any idea how fucking much I’ve wanted to touch your cunt like that, babydoll.” Swiping his tongue along my ear, his fingers finally cease their assault between my legs. “How badly I want to watch your face as you come apart like this…how much I want to take that damn ponytail out and see your hair spread over your tits…how I want to fucking come inside your pretty little mouth.”

  The vile and dirty words are a mind-boggling turn on, almost more than I can handle. I want all of those things too, more than he ever could imagine. The desire to get down on my knees and suck him off is overwhelming, even though blowjobs were never my thing.

  I palm his hot cock over his jeans, bringing my mouth up to his punishing lips. “Rook…”

  “Fuck that sounds hot coming from your dirty little mouth.” He growls like a man about to lose his mind. “I hope you’re ready, because this is only the beginning. You’re so fucking mine.”

  I’ve been his since the day we met. He’s a mere day away from adulthood. The only thing standing between us is my license to practice social work, and being held to a certain set of ethical standards. It’s no minor bump in the road by any means, but maybe I could ask to have his case transferred. In the two years I’ve worked for the county, I’ve never once given up on a client and requested to have someone else take over. With Liam, it would be different. It would be the opposite of giving up—it’d be giving in.

  My brain acknowledges this is wrong. My body, however, isn’t backing down for anything. How can I deny it from helping this beautiful man understand the kind of affection he deserves? Even though it could never amount to anything more than a fling because of who we are, and the fact that he’s destined to follow a different path, he deserves whatever tenderness I can offer.

  I helplessly fall into another kiss with him, all tongues and teeth, no restraint. He guides me over to his unmade bed where we fall down next to each other in a wriggling heap. I hear him wince, but he doesn’t slow down. His scent intensifies, all-consuming on his sheets. Strong hands yank my shirt up over my belly before seeking the clasp on my bra, removing it with one flick of his fingers. I yank the hem of his shirt upward, humming inside his mouth when his warm, rock-hard chest presses against my sensitive nipples.

  His muscles are as rigid as I had blatantly imagined over the past few days. I run my fingertips beneath the button of his jeans, eager to touch all of him, and scared of hurting him at the same time. He grunts and grabs my ponytail in his fist, yanking it down to provide a better angle in ravaging my mouth. It’s every bit as hot as it is painful. I want more. So fucking much more.

  He stops to take a puckered nipple in his mouth, swirling his wet tongue around the stiff peak and squeezing the other between his finger and thumb. Weird noises wrench from my throat, sounding desperately undone.

  Soon he’s shedding me of my jeans and finding his way back beneath my lacy panties. I say a little prayer of thanks for my foresight in carefully choosing my undergarments this morning. By the time I’ve completed the thought, he’s rendered me naked with one firm tug. I gasp into his mouth when two thick fingers enter me, thrusting and searching.

  “I need to taste you, babydoll,” he growls against my lips.

  “I don’t think I’ll be able to—”

  “Trust me. You will.”

  Then he’s lowering down past the curves of my heady body, kissing a path against my tender skin. Releasing the tension in my muscles a little at a time, I sink my fingers into his soft, thick hair, tugging when his warm mouth settles between my legs. A delightful shiver zips through my gut with the sucks and licks he executes like a pro.

  It’s the first time a man has gone down on me. Most of my previous lovers were selfish, only wanting me to suck them off, or lay there with my legs spread while they had their way.

  I never thought my first experience receiving would be with someone almost five years my junior, or that I’d be able to come two times in a row. I’m thankful as shit he’s the one to break my oral cherry when another blinding orgasm starts to build at the base of my spine.

  Although I’m still tender from coming just a moment before, this one hits me with a faster, blinding speed. I scream his nickname like a mantra, arching my back and holding his face between my legs until the last pulsating buzz evaporates.

  Liam lowers me down to the pillow, using more care than I would’ve expected from the smart-assed kid who’s been taunting me since day one. There’s nothing “boyish” about the person towering above me on his knees, studying my slack expression as he rolls the rubber down around his thick cock. It continues to salute me as he adjusts the base, bigger and more beautiful than anything out of my wildest dreams.

  He’s all man. Fit and fine as hell, studying me like I’m his prey.

  My fingertips follow the map of marbled bruises and faint scars scattered along his chest, my heart sinking deeper with every one. How long has he been forced to endure his father’s abuse? Head tipped back, he closes his eyes and his breaths become labored. My god, I don’t think anyone has ever touched him this way. At least not in a very long time.

  Without warning, he catches my hand. “That’s enough. Better brace yourself, baby.”

  Then he pushes all nine inches into me. God bless him for not lying about his size, because it’s the best thing to happen to me since free cable tv. I cry out as his generous girth spreads me wider than should be humanly possible. It burns and aches in the most delicious way. My fingers dig into his flexing back as he kisses me hard, absorbing my pants and gasps, filling me with my own tart flavor.

  With a few more pumps, my muscles start to relax, and I meet him thrust for thrust. We move together like we were both made for this moment. Like we were forced to endure our shitty childhoods separately so we could one day share this experience and absorb each other’s pain.

  Any sign of the playful kid I first met is obliterated by an expression of seriousness far beyond someone his age when bright green eyes lock with mine. He places a hand over my windpipe, firm but not painful. I sense him testing my boundaries as his fingers tighten around my neck, and he awaits my reaction. It’s fucked up considering what we’ve both been through, but I can’t blame him. He’s curious, and ready for a sign that I’m not the strong woman he needs.

  So I arch into his hold, wheezing his nickname.

  A dark smile passes over his lips before his mouth ravages mine once again. After a time he releases my neck, kissing its skin in apology. “Roll over. Ass in the air.”

  Before I’ve flipped all the way around, he’s yanking my ponytail and entering me from behind. The new angle taps every stimulated nerve in my body, ripping a loud moan from my lips. I’m rewarded with a harsh slap on one ass cheek before he’s pinching a nipple, eliciting a louder, more desperate moan. I’m out of my mind with pleasure at this point, bucking with every pinch and slap that come next.

  “So fucking mine,” he mutters against my ear before slamming into me with a violent thrust.

  I shatter, releasing every trace of frustration I’ve been harboring since we met with a sharp, piercing cry. A hand wraps around my mouth, warning me to keep it down. I quickly swallow down another cry, not ready to find out who may be listening in on our early morning tryst.

  As I’m coming back to my senses from the orgasm of a lifetime, I pull his fingers into my mouth and suck. He continues to fuck me with a raw, wild need until his thighs shake and his pelvis flexes with one last pump. Setting his head on my shoulder, he releases a low, sexy moan.

  I didn’t realize he had removed my hair band until he pulls me down to the bed beside him and dark strands of hair fall over my chest. With a harsh grunt, he takes a strand between his fingers, dusting the tips over my pebbled nipple. I moan again. My body’s becoming overly sensitized, electrified with every little touch.

  Propping himself on an elbow, his eye flickers back and forth between mine. “Fucking perfect, babydoll.”

  A da
rk expression passes over his features before he rolls back on top, taking my mouth and the rest of me. It isn’t long before I come for him again. In a mere hour’s time, I’ve come more than I’ve come in ten months.

  Whatever happens next, one thing’s certain.

  I’ll never be the same.

  As hard as I try to ignore Liam, I catch myself watching him almost the entire time I’m drinking beers with Jordan beside the grill. Once again, Sasha treats him like a brother, teasing and torturing him while he strums out a few tunes on his bass and she taps along to the beat. It’s obvious music plays an integral part in repairing their souls. They both smile bigger and brighter than I’ve seen since meeting either one of them.

  After hours of mind-blowing sex, my feelings for Liam became more intense, throwing my emotions into a tailspin. I haven’t even known him an entire week, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make him happy. It scares me just how far I’m willing to go, as proven by my actions earlier.

  I hadn’t expected him to be so commanding and to take total control. He was like a wild animal one minute, sweeter than I’ve ever seen him the next. We laid wrapped in each other’s arms for what felt like an hour before sharing a tepid shower. Once I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth, the experience turned steamier than sex in his bed. Liam distracted Sasha once we made it to my apartment, going in ahead of me and watching a little tv with her so I could sneak past and use my hairdryer without her asking questions.

  Although I’d like to pretend Liam hasn’t been with any other woman before me, I’m not an idiot. Besides, it’s obvious his skills came from infinite experiences. I can’t begin to wonder how many diseases I might’ve contracted when I wrapped my lips around his cock.

  I cling to the theory that what we had was an experience unique from his others, because I swear at one point I tasted the saltiness of tears as we kissed. I didn’t dare bring it up, because guys from the South Side wouldn’t be caught dead crying unless it’s over something extreme. I’d like to believe that I somehow proved he’s worthy of so much more than what his bastard family gave him over the years.

  “Brooke!” Jordan barks, as irritated as I’ve heard him. “Did you hear what I said?”

  I meet my friend’s ominous glare and shrink a little. Just because he’d never hurt me in a million years doesn’t make him any less scary. I witnessed a darker side of him when we were kids, and it’s not something I could ever forget. “I’m sorry, what?”

  With a sharp click of his tongue, he folds his massive arms. “What’s your deal? You’ve been acting really out of it since you two returned with this Sasha girl. Liam’s a decent kid, but I sense he has some unresolved anger issues. Did something happen when you stopped by his place?”

  “Nothing happened.” Trying to divert my mind away from what really did happen, I shrug with his comment while taking a quick swig of the watered-down beer. “It’s just something about his neighborhood reminded me of the old days. Of all the shit I went through.”

  It’s not a lie by any stretch of the imagination. When I stopped there the night before and dealt with Liam’s sleazy landlord, who first claimed he’d only let me in with a blowjob until I threatened to get the cops involved, the memories of my twisted youth came flooding back as it often does when I visit the South Side. Witnessing Liam process the fact that I had done something for him out of the kindness of my heart without expecting anything in return reminded me all too well of the isolated desperation I felt as a fifteen-year-old.

  I didn’t think anyone would give a flying fuck if I died. And I almost proved it to be true.

  Jordan waits until I meet his thoughtful expression. Right when I think he’s going to touch my arm, he pulls his hand back and reaches for his own beer instead. “You been thinkin’ about Brylee again?”

  The mention of her name sends an arrow straight through my heart, but I shake it off internally while subconsciously fingering my charm. “I just hate that not a goddamned thing changed since I left!” I snap. Then I catch his wounded expression, and my shoulders drop. “Sorry, I just don’t want to talk about it. I’ll get things ready inside while you finish up out here.”

  I turn my back on him, starting for the house before he can see the tears blurring my vision. How dare he bring her name up to me? Does he expect me to open up about my past with Liam only a few yards away?

  “Brooke, I’m sorry,” Jordan calls after me. “I shouldn’t have mentioned her.”

  “It’s fine,” I call back.

  But it’s not. I barely hold it together through dinner before regret claws through me. Locking myself in the bathroom, I turn the faucet on full blast and let it all out with my face pressed to a towel. I knew when I let Liam in that I would lose the glue holding me together all these years. It’s the same reason I’ve kept to myself since college, the same reason I don’t date. It’s the reason I don’t let anyone get too close, including Jordan.

  “Brooke?” Liam’s deep timbre rings from the other side of the door. “You alright in there?”

  “Yeah,” I answer, the crack of my voice making it sound less convincing. I turn off the water and pat my face in the mirror, grateful I at least inherited elastic skin from my mother that doesn’t puff up when I cry. It’s one of the only good things she ever gave me. “Almost done.”

  “Let me in,” he demands. The handle rattles. “It’s just us. Jordan took Sasha uptown for ice cream.”

  “Seriously? They’re alone?” I call out while slipping my glasses back on my face. “What happened to keeping him out of our little mess?”

  “Let me in, or I’m breaking this fuckin’ door down.”

  “So bossy,” I grumble, shuffling over to turn the lock.

  He immediately storms in, grabbing me by my arms. Brow wrinkled, bottom lip held between his teeth, neck strained…he’s sexier than ever. I want to bite that damn lip for him. He must’ve rattled my libido loose, making me insatiable despite our marathon earlier.

  His fingers dig in a little tighter until his grip borders on becoming painful. “Don’t tell me you already regret what happened with us today.”

  The knee-jerk reaction to laugh sticks in my throat. Fucking hell, he’s maddeningly attractive when he’s this worried. But the last thing I want is for him to be upset because of something I’ve done. I can’t stand thinking I’m causing him pain.

  I take his marred face in my hands and smile, hoping he doesn’t detect that my sincerity’s a little off. “Why would you think that?”

  His dark lashes flutter as the innocent kid I swore I’d save makes a rare appearance. “I could see it in your eyes.”

  My heart cracks a little with each syllable. He was abandoned by the people who were meant to protect him. I can’t let him believe that I’d do the same thing as his parents. I don’t want him thinking he’s disposable. Besides, my tears had nothing to do with him.

  “Then you’re seeing things that aren’t there.” Standing on my tiptoes, I destroy his beautiful lips, humming when he throws his arms around me and wrestles his warm tongue with mine. For a blissful moment, we’re nothing more than a couple sharing a passionate embrace. His hands grip me everywhere like he’s worried I’ll disappear.

  I clench my arms around his waist, wishing I could somehow erase any doubts he’s having about our actions. I’m having enough for the both of us.

  Later that night, as I’m getting ready for bed, Sasha lingers in the doorway of my bedroom. She absentmindedly plays with the door handle while hiding her face behind a veil of hair. We’re still in the early stages of getting to know each other, but I’m starting to get a good sense of when she’s worried over something.

  “Did you have fun at Jordan’s tonight?” I ask as I’m sitting on my bed. I pat the spot beside me as an invitation, and she shuffles in to plop down.

  She turns to me, big brown eyes a sweet chocolate color reflecting the light. “Rook was acting…weird. Like, happy.”

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sp; I laugh. “He’s normally not a happy guy?”

  “No. Like not at all.”

  “He went through a lot with his dad.” My heart flutters a little as I lean back on my hands. I’d like to think some of that change was because of me. Maybe not so much because of what we did as how I’ve tried to prove he’s worth caring about. “I’m sure he’s glad he doesn’t have to worry about getting hurt anymore.”

  As the words leave my mouth, it hits me just how dire of a turn this relationship has taken. If I’m not careful, I could hurt him even more than his father ever had. The broken way he looked at me in Jordan’s bathroom was only a preview of the kind of damage I could cause.

  Sasha stares down at my comforter, her fingers tracing the raised circles in the material. “Do you think…I mean, is there any way I can get access to Trask’s drum set? It’s the only thing I really miss from home.”

  “I don’t know. Letting you go back there would be too dangerous, and my neighbors wouldn’t be down with bringing it back here.”

  “I bet Rook would get it for me. Do you think maybe Jordan would let us use his garage? He seems really nice.”

  “Maybe.” I reach up to stroke the long dark hair cascading down her back, suddenly wondering if Brylee would look anything like her. If she’d have my smile, or Matthew’s gentle brown eyes. “I’ll see what I can do.”

  “Thank you, Brooke.”

  When she leans against my shoulder, tears burn through my eyes. Liam once mentioned her dad left their mom for another woman before Sasha could even crawl. Then their mom left without any explanation, and now she might be losing her brother.

  While my mom wasn’t up for any parenting awards, she was at least kind to me up until I was taken from our home. I haven’t heard from her since. She chose his side, and that’s not anything I’ll ever forgive her for.

  Everywhere I look, I’m surrounded by people shattered from the South Side ways, myself included. Something has to change.

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