by M. Skye
Running his tongue over her folds, he realized that the ice cube wasn’t necessary. She was wetter than he could have ever imagined. He already knew this, but the way she moved when the first drop hit her nether lips made him want to keep the ice just to get that reaction once more. He ran the ice cube over her throbbing clit, loving the tiny ripples that shot through her. Following up with his cool tongue, he soaked up her seemingly infinite secretion of juices and made himself comfortable. Appeasing her every need with his skillful tongue, he realized that he had never been more engulfed in anything else his whole life.
Devouring every drop she produced only to provoke more, Liam lifted her legs over his shoulders and wrapped his lips around her pearl tongue, sucking and nibbling until he felt her fingers digging into his scalp. Refusing to let go, he just kept going trailing his tongue over the tightest bundle of wetness he had ever felt. Giving her one last flick of his tongue, he felt her body cradle and her hips shook as she squirted her sweet, warm nectar into his mouth and he just stayed clamped to her until she rode out the rapture that had overtaken them both.
Slipping her legs down, he sat at the end of the bed staring at her shocked expression. He was looking at her through hooded eyes, feeling himself slipping into a sense of complete insanity. It was crazy of him to think he could have one taste and not want more. Easing back up to her legs, he stopped and placed his hand on her calf. Bringing her leg to his lips, he kissed a path from her calf to her thigh. Sliding his tongue from her thigh, over her vibrating pelvis up to her smooth stomach, he kept kissing until he was back to her breast, licking a scorching path to her neck.
Letting her reach up and pull at the hem of his shirt, he watched as it flew to the floor. Still kissing her neck, he ran his tongue over her as she fiddled with the drawstring of his shorts. Pulling his shorts down, reaching inside, she danced her fingers over him. Noting the shock on her face, he gave her a gentle smile, dropping his remaining clothes to the floor. Watching as she eyed his length, he ran his hand across himself, loving the penetrating look in her eyes. She almost looked surprised to she what he was working with, but he was going to make sure she didn’t regret her decision to let him in. He was going to drive her body to the point of no return; he had to.
Laying down between her thighs, he closed his eyes, feeling his throbbing shaft brush up against the source of her power. Bracing his arms beside her, he closed his eyes when she reached around his neck bringing his lips down for a kiss with one hand on his neck and with the other, she reached between to them slip a condom on him. Things were so foggy for him, he had completely missed her reaching for it or even ripping the golden foil off. Rolling it down his brick hard shaft, she brought one leg up, pulling him closer and he fell inside her.
Gasping, gripping his neck tighter, she kissed him harder and he moved his hands down to caress her body. Sucking the only air that seemed to be free in the room, he exhaled into her mouth and she bit down on his lip. Pulling himself up a little, he gripped the leg that was wrapped around him and drove himself deep into her all-consuming core. Listening to her say his name quietly, he pushed harder and her ramblings stopped while he gave her body the workout it deserved.
Stretching her self-lubricated walls, he was captivated by the hoarse cries of his name. Lifting her from the bed, he slid his hand down her back bringing them eye to eye. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she brought them closer and he indulged himself in a brief kiss before pushing her back. Sliding her back a fraction, he planted her hands behind her back and rolled his hips forward. Stretching her legs around his waist, she caught on to what he was aiming for and he grinned, running his hand down the front of her chest.
Stopping at her breasts, he traced patterns on them with his fingers and felt her tremble. He’d made women tremble before, but never one as beautiful as her. He had been with many women, but there was something about this girl he just had to have. Besides the fact that she felt so damn good, he knew there was more to her. She was a magnificent person and he was finally getting the moment he had craved since kissing her full lips.
Shifting to feel more of her, Liam took his time. Stroking her gently, making her body roll to his, making her feel the longing between them. Reaching for her hips, he brought her closer and placed them pelvis to pelvis with her breathing lining his lips. Watching as she opened her mouth to speak, he thrust forward, taking her breath away.
“Uuhh, Liam.”
Raising herself and rolling her hips against him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he bit down on her shoulder. “Damn, Draya. You feel so good.”
“I’m cumming,” she breathed out, pressing her hands to his shoulders.
“Cum for me.”
“I don’t want... uh,” she closed her eyes as his lips met her neck. “I don’t want to. Not yet... not before...” Throwing his hips forward, holding her in place, he buried himself inside her as deep as he could and opened the floodgates to her warm, wet explosion. “Liam,” she screamed, digging her nails into his shoulder. “Oh, Liam.”
As she convulsed and clutched around him, he paused, trying to slow it down, but one last movement from her sent him sliding into pleasure he had never known. Strumming her back with his fingers, he shook with his release and ran his hands up to the back of her head to bring her forehead to his. As his ragged breathing began to slow, their eyes met and they shared a moment of silence.
Giving him a gentle peck on the lips, she exhaled and he just sat still, trying to stay in the moment. He was there with her, blocking out the world until a knock on her door broke their trance. Looking away from him, she focused on the sound, and he knew the moment was gone.
Lifting her up and sliding her to the side, he walked over and reached for the robe she had hanging on the back of her bathroom door. Draping it over her shoulders as the knocking persisted, he slipped the condom off and into her trash can, reached for his boxers, and she grabbed his arm. Turning back to face her, he knew she saw the vulnerability in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do to hide it. He already knew who was at her door, but he didn’t want to say it out loud.
“Go ahead and get dressed,” he forced a smile.
“No, I’m okay,” she held his arm to keep him from walking away. “Just let them knock.”
“Don’t you want to know who it is?”
“No,” she sighed, pulling him back to the bed. “Lay with me?”
Climbing back on the bed, he scooted next to her and she laid comfortably against him. Breathing in her intoxicating scent, he wrapped his arms around her small waist. “You don’t have to ignore your world for me. I know what we have isn’t anything serious. I wouldn’t ask you to change anything for me.”
“I’m not changing for you. I’m changing for me. I know what I need to work on, and I’m going to do that. The only person I want to talk to tonight is right here in this bed with me. Go ahead and ask your questions, I know you have some.”
“Are you sure?”
“You’re laying naked in my bed, I hardly think now is the time to be modest. I saw that look.”
“I guess my main question is what happened tonight. When you came into the gym, you were crying, and you still haven’t told me why.”
Sighing, she toyed with his fingers and laid her head on a pillow. “I saw Damien tonight.”
“Did... did anything happen?”
Feeling her tense up, he knew he had struck a nerve. He had in so many words, called her a hoe. “No. It wasn’t like that. I would never sleep with him and then crawl into bed with you. I’m done, Liam.”
Kissing her neck, he was glad when she relaxed. “I didn’t mean for it to sound that bad. I mean I would have understood if—”
“No you wouldn’t have,” she interrupted, “but it’s okay. I just... he doesn’t want to let go. I think he knows about... well, I don’t know what to call this,” she waved her hand over their naked bodies. “I just didn’t want you mixed up in our mess.”
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bsp; “Do you think I’m scared of him? I don’t care what he knows about anything we do. Any man that puts his hand on a woman would never fight a real man. I’m not afraid, and you shouldn’t be either.”
Feeling her shift to face him, he loosened his grip until she was staring at him, running her hand down his face. “It’s not just that. I’ve been getting stuff. It’s been coming here and at work, and the other day, my car was all busted up. I... I got it fixed, but I was worried about bringing you into all that. A new... uh...”
“Relationship,” he supplied.
“A new relationship,” she said quietly, looking up at him questioningly, “is hard enough without a crazy ex in the background. I really like you and I wanted you free of all the drama. Even with everything going on, Damien swears he didn’t do it. I know I shouldn’t believe him, but what if he’s telling the truth?”
“He’s not,” Liam hissed, feeling anger boil inside him. “He’s not going to touch you again, I’ll see to that. If I see him anywhere near you, I’ll kill him.”
“He said—”
“I don’t care. If you want me to be, I’m with you now. I want to know what’s going on, and I don’t want you to hold back with me. When we first met, you said you wanted us to be honest, and I hope you still mean it.” He ran his hand down her lips to bring her chin up. “What else have you been keeping from me?”
“Nothing,” she answered quickly, and he frowned.
“What about your dad?”
Watching a tear form in her eye, he shook his head. “Don’t cry. What happened?”
“My mom called. She says he’s getting worse and she wants me to come home.”
“And are you?”
“I can’t Liam. I don’t want to see her so broken. He’s a bastard, you know. Such an evil bastard.”
Stroking her cheek, pushing the hair back from her face, kissed her lips, and stared into her bright eyes. “You don’t have to decide right now, but you will need to make a decision soon. Right now, just sleep, and I’ll be here when you wake up if you want to talk about it a little more.” Pulling her against him, he closed his eyes and exhaled into the air. He wanted to act like what she said wasn’t bothering him, but it was. Not because he was afraid of Damien; that was far from the case, but because she felt like she had to deal with it on her own.
Listening to her fall asleep, he laid there staring at the ceiling until he thought about the fact that he didn’t remember locking the door behind them earlier. Unwrapping himself from her embrace, he placed a kiss on her forehead and walked to the front. Looking around her living room, he walked around making sure everything was off and reached for their cell phones. Walking over to the door, he looked down to see that it was locked, but something in him said to open it and he did, peeking into the hallway.
Scanning the area, he saw that his suspicions were for nothing until he looked down to see a box on the ground. Picking it up, it seemed to be from a woman because of the light perfume scent coming from the box. Pulling the top off, he smiled looking down at a picture of Draya and Brittney and a picture of Brittney’s ultrasound. Taking the box, clutching it tightly, he knew Draya would be happy to see it. He knew whether she wanted to admit it or not, she missed her friend.
After locking the door and putting the picture on her counter top, Liam walked back into the room and closed the door. As soon as he retreated and hit the bed, Draya’s body instantly found his and he snuggled closer to her, pressing a kiss to her right shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he drifted into his on peaceful sleep, as the sounds of her breathing settled his restless mind.
While Liam and Draya slept, the picture frame he had just placed on her counter went crashing to the floor. They were both out cold and slept through the loud crash, but the person in the living room just retreated to the same spot they had hidden in when Liam entered the room minutes earlier.
The intruder had been just about to leave when Brittney showed up with that damn picture. The girl just wouldn’t take the hint, Draya had all but dissed their friendship, but she was still trying to get back in her good graces. It was truly a sign of desperation and plain old thirst.
The plan had been to leave Draya her next gift and get out, but she had come home far too early with a companion and foiled the plan. Once Draya and Liam hit the bedroom, it should have been easy to escape, but seeing them so entranced in each other was addictive. Following them to the bedroom, the intruder stood and watched as they took their relationship to the next level.
The intruder had been watching Draya for weeks, whether she knew it or not, and it was getting to a crucial point. Draya had no idea how bad things were about to get for her, but the intruder was ready to bring her world crashing down. Giving Draya’s living room a final glance, the intruder dropped the gift on the floor right beside the shattered picture. Walking out of the door and shutting it, the intruder pulled out a set of keys and locked Draya’s door. Letting out a laugh, thinking about all the drama the present was going to cause, the intruder smiled and hissed into the air. “Goodnight, kids.”
Chapter Eleven: Neighbors Know His Name
“Spread them, now,” Liam grinned and Draya shook her head. “It’s only going to get worse for you if you don’t.”
“You have to stop. I’m worn out and I’m shaking. Don’t you see it?” She held her arms up.
“You said you wouldn’t tap out.” Sliding her back across the counter top, he dropped his head between her legs. Running his tongue over her sensitive flesh, he gripped her thighs tighter and rolled her hips to him. Grabbing her breasts, she bit down on her bottom lip, and he just kept going.
“Uuhh, Liam, oh God,” she screamed, feeling her insides melt.
She had made the mistake of telling him that she could go all day with him, and he was putting her to the test. They had gotten up, had a shower and breakfast and after eating they had gotten into a silly debate about their training schedule. Liam, like a true man, swore he was in better shape and Draya followed up stating that she could hang with him on any level. She had no way of knowing this was going to get sexual, but as soon as it left her mouth, she was on the counter top and he was between her legs making her crazy.
“Just say I’m the best,” he grinned against her dripping insides. “I’ll let you go.”
Shaking her head, Draya kept biting her lip, gasping for air. “No... I mean, yes… You’re the best, but... I don’t give up. Fuck,” she hissed as he bit down on her pulsating bud. “I think I’m cumming again. Uhh.” Slamming her hands on the countertop, she jerked as his tongue ran one last slow stride across her.
Holding her still, just as he had the last three times she climaxed, he kissed her trickling warmth and kept his tongue moving. Running her hands through his hair, she gripped it tightly, pulling him up to her lips. Placing himself between her shaky legs, he let her cross them behind his back. Grabbing the back of her head, he ran his lips up and down her neck, landing kisses on every available inch.
“You taste good.”
“You feel good,” she breathed out heavily.
Draya had never cum so hard in her life, and she had never been so tired from just getting head. Damien had never been so gracious. Most of the time, he expected her to give it back and he definitely never made her insides feel the way Liam just had. She had never experienced anything as masterful as the way he had just dominated her body. He hadn’t even been inside her this morning, but she could hear her body whimpering for more of him. She had never needed anyone in this way, but she felt like she was suffering, not having him inside her.
“Oh, I don’t feel nearly as good as you do. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever given head this many times in one day, let alone before lunch. You, sweetheart, probably have the most addictive body I’ve ever touched and tasted. I hope you don’t mind my infatuation with it.”
“I don’t mind…” She threw her head back as his tongue traced a path to her ear. “Uuhh,” she pulsed a
s he slid inside her, filling her cascading channel. “Liam, damn, baby.”
Her ass was still on the countertop, but everything she had or was clung to him like an extra set of skin. Holding her hips, he was thrusting inside her slowly, but so deeply, she swore she could feel him in her stomach. He was touching every inch of her and all she could do was close her eyes, giving in to his every movement.
Draya crossed her legs tighter and felt her ankles rub together. The pain was still present, but it was nothing compared to the provocative unfamiliar feeling that was coursing through her veins. She was swept up in the wanton hurricane he had swirling around them, and she had never been more stimulated in her life. Trying to maintain her composure Draya slid her hands down and gripped his waist, digging her nails into his sides as he continued to push into her lush core.
“Baby, shit,” he moaned against her sweaty neck as he held her to him. “Grab my neck.” Lifting her from the counter, he cradled her body, never missing a stroke, while he brought them to the floor. Taking a seat and laying on his back, he brought his hands up her back and she rolled her hips forward. Taking him all in, she held her breath as she rose and fell on top of him for the first time.
Moving her hips to a rhythm she had playing in her head, Draya loved how his hands throbbed against her back. He was just as affected as she was, she could tell, and it made her feel powerful. Liam had lived a lot of places and been with exotic women, she was sure of it, but he seemed to be mesmerized by her. It was a great feeling.
“Right there, sweetheart,” he moaned, moving his hips with hers. Massaging her back as they moved, he licked his lips and she ran her hands down his chest, arching her back to take more of him. “Draya,” he bit his lip, “damn.”
Running his hands further up her back, he closed his eyes, letting her ride him as his rod moved within her slickness. With her breasts bouncing up and down, she leaned in to kiss him and his eyes flew open, looking straight into her soul. Holding his gaze for minutes, she ran her finger down his cheek, and he took it into his mouth, running his tongue over it. “You make me insane, baby,” he hissed, kissing her finger one last time before flipping her over onto her back.