by M. Skye
“I wasn’t raving—”
“Your mouth wasn’t,” he interrupted, “but your eyes and body were.”
Watching Rico leave, Draya just stood back and smiled for a while. After locking the door, she ventured off to clean up the dishes and poured herself another glass of wine. After cleaning up the kitchen and straightening up her living room, she went into the bathroom and started a shower.
Stepping inside, she loved the feel of the hot water hitting her muscles. She had been feeling particularly sore after the strenuous workout Liam had put her through, but she had to admit, she was looking forward to tonight’s session. He had already informed her that they would be doing the upper body to give her lower half a break. She was definitely going to welcome this.
Letting the water cascade down her body, she ran her fingers through her hair and allowed the water to restore her natural ringlets. As she continued to run her hands through it, she felt her shower door open and a pair of hands on her waist. It was times like these, she cursed herself for ever giving him a key.
Trying to turn and throw him out, she was unsuccessful when he gripped her hips tighter, thrusting inside her. Everything felt hazy and she wanted to scream for him to stop, but it all felt so good. He was pounding her and holding her so tightly that she felt like she might fall apart. She had to admit, she felt like a coward because she had just promised herself to be done with him, but here she was on the way to a powerful orgasm.
Withdrawing from her and turning her around, he pinned her against the wall and aligned his mouth with hers. Taking in her shallow breathing, he let out a smile and devoured her lips.
“What are you doing here? It’s Sunday.”
“I know what day it is, Dray. I just wanted to see you. You looked so damn good.”
“You mean when I was talking to your wife?”
Sliding down her body, he tossed her legs over his shoulders. “You know not to bring her up during our time together.”
Draya wanted to fight him, she wanted to demand that he let her go and toss his ass out, but the slow strides over her throbbing clit, impeded her speech. Every word she came up with came out as a throaty moan and all she could find herself doing was rolling her hips forward offering more of herself for him to feast on.
Whispering against her warm center, she felt his breath tickling her and let out another loud moan. “Spread your legs wider, baby.” Slipping a couple fingers inside her, he worked them against her, moving his tongue, drinking the mixture of her hot flowing juices and the water between them. Rolling her hips along his fingers, she gasped as he dug deeper, flicking his tongue and biting down on her sensitive bud.
Sucking on her clit and then releasing it enough to nibble gently, he removed his fingers and slid his hands up to palm her ass, holding her in place. Flicking his tongue out while squeezing her ass, he just kept doing the same motion repeatedly, and she felt herself slipping. She had done so well in convincing herself to let him go and now, all she could think about was how fast he could get back inside her. At this moment, she hated herself for being so weak, because as soon as her orgasm came, she heard her voice begging him to take her.
“Please, I need you.”
“What do you need?”
“I need you.”
“You need me to do what?”
“Make me cum, Damien.”
Snatching her out of the shower, dripping wet and all, he slid her up on the bathroom counter and placed himself between her legs. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he brought her lips to his and pushed himself deep between her thighs. Sliding his hands down her waist, he threw himself forward, hard and then stilled. Gripping her sides tighter, he leaned in, running his tongue up her neck to her ear.
“You feel so good, baby. Just tell daddy what you want him to do to you.” Rolling her eyes as she tried to fight down the involuntary noises escaping her mouth, she just kept quiet. She always hated when he called himself daddy when they were having sex. It was almost a mood killer for her. Hell, he was already her father’s age and it reminded her of that fact every time he said it.
“Draya,” he painfully dug his fingers into her skin, making the feeling very uncomfortable. When she didn’t say a word, he leaned in and bit down on her neck, causing her breath to catch. Thrusting harder, he caused her legs to shake and her eyes rolled backward as she accepted the mixture of pleasure and pain. Planting her hands on the countertop, she moved her legs out, and he crossed them around his waist. “Dray, tell me how bad you want this.”
“I want it.”
“Tell me you need it.”
“Oh, damn, I need it.”
“Do you love me?”
As much as she wanted to deny it, she still loved him as much as she did the first time she ever said it. Having him here like this only reminded her of that. She wished she could be free of the hold he had on her, but nothing would make the urges stop. She was just as much the confused little girl as she was before, and now, it was only heightened because she wanted so badly to have a normal love life like Brittney.
Sliding his hands up to palm her breasts, he rolled his hips forward and grinded harder with each movement. The room was becoming a colorful blur to her as she felt her second orgasm flaring and she knew she was losing ground fast. As the pumping increased, her breathing shallowed to the point that she found herself short of breath. While her lungs burned and her heartbeat sped up, she felt herself cumming and closed her eyes. She wanted to be in control of her life, but every time this happened, she went back to square one with him.
Hating herself for always giving in, she squeezed her thighs tighter, laid against the wall behind her, and let her climax flow through. Feeling him hit his, she just kept her eyes closed and wished she was anywhere but there. Her legs were trembling and her insides fluttered, but she still wanted him out. She thought once it was over she would just want him to take her to bed and hold her, but this time, she just wanted him out.
Seeing Deena today was enough to rattle her, and even though she wasn’t strong enough to stop him before something else happened, she knew this needed to be the last time. She needed to move on with her life, and closing this seven-year affair would be the first step. She had to nip this in the bud before she got sucked in any deeper.
Pushing him back and jumping down from the counter, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. Sucking in some much-needed air, she sat on her bed waiting for him to come out with one of his famous excuses about how he needed to leave. Then she would be free to spend her last few hours, before going to the gym, alone, relaxing. After drying herself off and kicking back on the bed, she closed her eyes until she felt the bed shift. Turning to look at him, she was confused and she was sure it was evident on her face as he reached out and pulled her closer.
As he snuggled into her shoulder, she just kept her eyes open, staring at the wall ahead until the question floating in her mind, bubbled out. “When are you leaving?”
“Hush, baby. It’s time to sleep.”
“Sleep? You’re staying here?”
Tightening his grip around her waist, he pulled her closer, making it harder for her to breathe. “You act as if I’ve never stayed here before. I’ve been here plenty of nights, and tonight I want to be with you. Is that a problem?”
Sinking back into the sheets, she tried to come up with the best response and then it just came out all jumbled. “I... I... had plans. I was supposed to go to the gym tonight and I don’t want to flake out. It’s not cool.”
“Brittney will understand.” It was then that she realized she hadn’t told him about the switch up to her training routine and she knew she couldn’t just leave Liam hanging. She had to at least let him know she wasn’t able to get out of the house. She decided she would wait until he fell asleep and send Liam a text.
Laying, trying to figure out a way to break things off in the morning, she reached for her phone after she heard his breathing even out. Once she was sure he
was asleep, she slipped from his grip and scrolled down to Liam’s number. Hitting the talk button, she looked over her shoulder to make sure Damien wasn’t awake and when Liam answered, she forgot all about her big problem in the other room and focused in on his voice.
“Hey, Draya, you going to be running late or something?”
“Uh, I have to cancel tonight, something came up.”
Once the line got quiet, Draya could feel the tension on the other end and just as she was about to ask if he was still there, she heard a woman’s voice and realized she was just overreacting. He was evidently occupied in some other way, and her not being available was probably a good thing for him. At least now, he didn’t have to break away from whatever it was that seemed to have his attention at the moment.
“Alright, well, tomorrow? Did you want to set something up for then?”
“Tomorrow is good. I have something at the restaurant, but I should be done early. Hey,” she sighed, debating if she should invite him to their event or not. For some reason, after hearing the woman in the background, she felt a little unsure about the chances of him saying yes. She knew it wasn’t a romantic thing for her, but she was still a little nervous. “My partner wanted to invite you to next week’s event. It’s going to be at the Buckhead location so feel free to come if you’re not busy… and you can bring a date.”
“I’ll be there, and thanks for the invite. Well, I guess I will see you tomorrow for our next session.”
“Sounds good.”
“What sounds good?” Turning around slowly, Draya saw Damien emerging from the bedroom and felt her head spinning. She could hear Liam talking in her ear and she just hoped Damien wasn’t close enough to hear his voice. Trying to end the call without saying his name, she focused back in on Liam.
“Well, I won’t hold you any longer, but I will see you tomorrow.”
“Alright, get some rest. Be ready to work,” he warned.
“I will,” she smiled, trying to downplay it for Damien’s benefit. As confident as she sounded, she guessed Liam had a sixth sense. He picked up on her mood and asked a question she wished he wouldn’t have.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” she whispered, hoping he would just drop it. After a few seconds of silence between them, he let out a slight laugh and she felt her pulse slow down. When he began to speak again, the words went straight through her.
“If you say you’re fine, then okay, but know I’m here if you ever need to talk. I’m always here to listen.”
Smiling at his words, she clutched the phone tighter and turned to see Damien still watching. Trying to keep her emotions in check, she just cleared her throat and got back into character. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Hanging up the phone, she was met with Damien’s inquisitive stare and covered the screen up with her hand to hide Liam’s name. “I was just pushing my workout to another night because you’re here. No big deal, it was okay and I’ll just go tomorrow.”
“What’s this about next week? You got something going on?”
“Rico set up an event for investors.”
“You didn’t invite me. You asked all your little friends but not me?”
“I didn’t think you could come. I thought you might—”
“I’ll be there,” he cut her off. “Just give me the time and I got you.” Picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist, he carried her back to the bedroom and fell down on the bed with her on top. “I don’t know about you, but I could sure use a little more fun. Why don’t you climb on top and put me back to sleep?”
“You sure? Don’t you have to get home?”
“Dray, come on now. I don’t want to talk. Climb on top and ride this dick before I have to flip you over and smack that ass.” Grabbing her hips and shifting her in place, he pulled her up and thrust hard, shooting pain straight through her sensitive walls. Digging her nails into his chest, she lifted up and slammed back down, taking his full length inside her and she felt herself quivering. She really wanted this to be over, but she couldn’t do it now. As strong as she wanted to be, she had to admit, a part of her was afraid. She knew if she broke it off now, he would probably beat her senseless. For now, she just knew she needed to play the game, she needed to stay in line until she found a way to be free of him for good. She had made up her mind that she was going to do whatever it took to make that happen.
Chapter Four: Goals
“Liam, let’s go.” Turning to face the redhead in front of him, he let out a sigh and tossed the exercise ball on the floor. He was feeling a little off, and he couldn’t decide why. Something about today’s events was nagging at him.
He had been training all day long and his last client had called and canceled, and this should have made him happy, but truthfully, he was looking forward to getting further into her head. Her friend, Brittney had given him a fly by night description of her before she showed up, but seeing her was something different entirely. He would have had to be blind to miss the fact that she was gorgeous beyond reason. Draya, had a little something that made him want to step up his game when he was around her. He was good at his job, he knew that, but being near her made him want to go the extra mile, like training four days a week, when he promised they would be cutting it down to two or possibly three.
Watching his client, Kimmy, push the ball across the floor, poking her ass up in the air, he huffed and just stood next to her. He had been back home a total of three weeks and had already had more offers than he had gotten the entire time he was in high school. The years had done his body good.
He had left Atlanta when he graduated and had rarely come home until now. He and his father, Liam Senior, rarely agreed on things and it put a strain on their relationship. They were practically strangers to each other and had been up until right around Liam Senior’s death three months ago. As opposed as he was to his father’s companies he reluctantly came back to head up the gyms and took the reins from Liam Senior’s money hungry young bride, Alea.
With the help of his brother Will, who was a lawyer, Liam now had control of the chain of gyms and worked personally at the Atlanta location to keep an eye on the other branches of his father’s corporation. Will was highly skeptical of Alea, and although he had his own complex history with her, he just tried to stay out of the madness and continued to do what he loved; training.
“Liam, how is my form?” Kimmy asked, poking her ass out a little further.
He gave her a glance, running his hand down her thigh. He thought maybe with the way she was behaving that putting his hands on her might not be the best move, but he couldn’t take it back now. All he could do from here on out was define the lines between them and make sure she knew not to cross them.
“Looks good, Kimmy. I think it’s just about time to wrap for today. Good work.”
Walking back into the locker room, Liam dropped to the closest bench and tried to reign in his thoughts. Here this girl was throwing herself at him again, and he wasn’t interested in having anything with her. He couldn’t lie, if it was just sex on the table, he would be all in. She was a fickle girl, he could tell by being around her, but he couldn’t deny that she was great to look at. In the few sessions they’d had, she made it clear that she wanted to sleep with him and made sure to show off the fact that she was flexible as hell.
Pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side, Liam closed his eyes for a second and exhaled. He knew Draya canceling should have made him happy to get home for an early night, but something about the way she sounded rattled him. He didn’t know the girl well, but he knew that she was covering. The crazy thing was that during in their first session, he had, in so many words, asked if she was involved with anyone but she said no. But today, when she called, he could have sworn he heard a man’s voice in the background and then she got all weird. From what Brittney had expressed, Draya was in something she wanted her out of, and he could only assume it was why she canceled on him tonight.<
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Trying to forget about Draya, he laid his head against the wall until he felt a pair of hands slipping into his shorts. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see Kimmy on her knees in front of him. Attempting to push her away, he stood, and she pulled at his drawstring dropping his shorts to the floor. He was standing in front of her in all his naked glory and when she wrapped her hands around his growing erection, he bit down on his bottom lip.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“The way you just touched me let me know how you really feel. You don’t have to do anything, just let me take care of you. Just relax.”
“We’re not doing this. You need to go.”
“We’re alone. You tell me you didn’t plan to be here alone with me right now, and I’ll leave you to deal with this huge problem all by yourself.” Stroking his hardened shaft, she smiled when he couldn’t come up with a response. “I think you want me Liam and I know I want you.”
The truth was that he only let her stay this long because Draya flaked out. He had planned to be alone with her to give her the same privacy she had when it was just her and Brittney. He wanted to keep things as normal as he could for her, although he had no clue why.
Wanting to fight Kimmy off and the fact that he hadn’t had sex in a few weeks began to collide and before he knew it, he was thrusting his hips letting his erection sweep in and out of her mouth. Grabbing two hands full of hair, he decided to help her along by stroking the back of her throat roughly with the silky velvetness of his hard shaft. Sliding himself in smoothly just to draw back and slam back in, he could feel the pulsations of her mouth and the gag reflex she exhibited each time his tip hit her warm wet depths.
After a few minutes of her tongue tracing patterns against his solid mass, he grabbed the back of her head and went all in. Holding her in place, he thrust himself in and out of her mouth, ignoring the attempted moans and muffled screams, and just pleasured himself until he felt his climax coming along. Once he felt it rising inside him, he pulled out, pushed her back and reached for his towel. Releasing himself into the towel, he let out a loud sigh and stepped back, realizing what he had just done. He had never meant to let anything like this go down with any of his clients.