Caught in the Act

by Michelle Minikin

  “Liam,” I try scolding but because it’s paired with a moan, there’s absolutely no heat to it.

  “Your body is so fucking responsive.” There’s awe in the tone of his voice. Like he’s surprised.

  “Are they always like this?” He asks, his eyes on mine as he brushes his thumb over and around my nipple again.

  I shake my head. “No. I don’t think so. Just when pregnant.” My body never reacted like this between my pregnancy with the girls, and honestly, Mark never paid much attention to my body other than the whole stick-his-dick-in-me part.

  “Huh.” Again, he brushes over my nipple, and before I can analyze that answer, he dips his head to press an open, wet kiss over my other covered nipple.

  “Liam!” I grip his hair in my hands but don’t pull him back. If anything, I hold him closer.

  “Shhh,” he laughs, then that open mouth kiss turns into a scraping of his teeth. Fuck. If my response now was an indication of how my body would react without cotton covering my sensitive parts…

  Shoot, this was going to be a long night.

  A wonderful night.

  But long.

  One thing I know about Liam, it is that he’s tenacious. He will not stop at a second orgasm.

  And damn, but the thought excites me.

  “Off. Take it off,” he commands, pushing up to his knees. “I ain’t got patience or skills to wiggle you out of that trap.” He sounds so serious, but his face is comically concerned.

  Still though, he’s ever the gentleman and, when he swings his knee over and he moves to stand beside the bed, he still takes the time to reach for my hand and help me sit up. I turn so I can sit on the side of the bed and cross my arms in front of me, intending on pushing past my slight fears and pulling the bra off, but Liam’s hands at the button of his jeans has me faltering.

  And of course, he notices.

  His hands still after the button is free, and his fingers are on his zipper. “You still good?” That facial concern is now in his voice.

  “You’re sweet,” I say, instead of anything that could remotely pass as sexy.

  Calling him sweet?

  So not sexy.

  His grin is crooked, and he slowly pushes down his zipper. I’m torn between watching the slow drag down and keeping my eyes on his. “Because I don’t want to massacre your boobs? Because that’s what would happen if I tried to pull that off right now. It’s too damn tight.”

  I look down, my own grin also crooked, and shake my head as I take them in, seeing them as he sees them. “You would not ‘massacre’ my boobs.”

  “Oh. I would. On accident. But I would.” He’s unzipped now and hooks his thumbs in the top band. “Now, off.”

  When he bends to push down his jeans, and all I can see is the strong expanse of his back as he’s bent forward, I wiggle my sport bra up and off. It’s not a beautiful act, not when my boobs are heavy with pregnancy and desire. They fall from their confines and I drop the bra to the floor. I’m having a hard time looking up at Liam though, keeping my gaze locked on his feet.

  For whatever reason, I was fine with him and I when his lower half and my chest were covered, but now that we’re both completely naked…

  It’s real.

  Never mind the fact I’ve already come once, and nearly a second time.

  But now, it’s all all-to-real.

  This is happening.

  And once again, the nerves start to set in.

  “Kensley.”

  I swallow, gathering myself, and slowly bring my eyes up—over his strong thighs, to the strong, thick cock that’s jutting out from his body, over the partial washboard abs thing he’s got going on, up, up, up…

  “Lay down, Kens.” His voice breaks, just slightly. I do as he says, scooting back to where I was just lying. Then he’s crawling over me, leaving lingering kisses to the top of my breasts, as he moves to lay beside me.

  Before I can turn to my side to face him, he reaches across me to palm my hip, rolling me. Apparently, we’re just going to do some naked making out right now, and I’m finding I’m okay with that.

  He’s easing me into everything, even though I’ve said I was—and am—all in.

  I like the way he kisses me though.

  The way his hands dance over my skin.

  When he goes in for the kiss, I bring my mouth to his but before our lips meet, he makes a demand. “Touch me.”

  I swear, I’m not being deliberately obtuse when I put my hand to his stomach, my fingers dragging into the grooves of his abs.

  “My cock, Kensley. Grab me. I gotta feel your hand. Give me your hand, baby. Please.”

  With my eyes locked on his, I slowly drag my fingers down, over the slight happy trail, lingering into the course hair covering him.

  “Fuck, Kens.”

  When I grip him at the base, his hips jerk, and before I can smile at the heady power I have on him, he’s kissing me.

  Finally.

  Again.

  I move my fist to the tempo he sets in my mouth.

  Our tongues dance as our legs tangle, and my hand glides up and down his length. Hard squeezes, short pumps. His velvety length in my hand is amazing. I’m finding myself to be a completely different sexual being.

  I didn’t participate much with Mark, especially this last year or two.

  This…this give and take that Liam and I are doing?

  This is what sex dreams are made of. It’s what makes a woman feel like she has a true place beside her man.

  Liam puts his hand over my breast, his palm pressing into my nipple. The initial touch has my hand squeezing him harder, but then he just rests his hand there, hard. Like he’s calming a scared animal. Holding. Waiting for the moment that the pleasure dissipates.

  I don’t even bother asking what he’s doing.

  I’m having too much fun kissing him back, breathing in his taste.

  I push my leg between his more, wishing I could get closer. It’s then that I realize I’ve been neglecting a part of him…

  I wonder if the head of his cock is as sensitive as they’re all said to be.

  I pump him again but this time, at the top, I swirl my thumb over his tip, sweeping around the drip of moisture rolling there, and his cock jerks in my hand and he moans into my mouth.

  Oh yes.

  He likes.

  Taking my time there, I rub my thumb around the softer head of him, and then run it around the base of his tip.

  Liam pulls his mouth from me. “Fuck, Kensley. Again.”

  My body is heated, and my mouth is open—the only way I’m able to bring in air right now. I watch his face intently as I play on the underside of his cock, where the head meets shaft. Liam’s body visibly shudders and it’s as if his neck gets thicker, the veins are protruding. He closes his eyes and his breathing…

  Shoot, his breathing puts mine to shame.

  “Shit, Kens. Okay. Yeah.”

  I slow my ministrations, and he brings his now open eyes back to mine.

  “I wonder how you’d react if it was my tongue playing right there?” I boldly say.

  He takes no time in answering. “I’d fucking blow in your mouth.”

  My smile is only starting to widen, but Liam doesn’t let any thoughts occur. “Not tonight. Not tonight, Kensley,” he repeats, as if I missed it the first time he said it. “I’m coming in you tonight.” He’s thrusting his hips slowly against my hand, and I’m curious if he realizes it, or if it’s an involuntary thing. “This time. Fuck. This time. Baby, no more.” He groans as he backs his hips up, and he slips from my grasp.

  “Shit. Fuck.” Then he’s leaning over the bed, digging through his nightstand. “I’ve only fucking got two. Two fucking condoms,” he groans. He rips off one and has it open and on himself before I can get a word in. “This time isn’t gonna be graceful, Kensley. I’m sorry. Next time though…”

  I’m too amused with him to say anything. Instead, I spread my legs and allow him to settle
between them.

  He grips his cock and runs it down my folds. “Still good? The baby, your back?”

  “Still good,” I whisper.

  “Okay. Good.” The words sound more like a reassurance to himself.

  Like I said.

  He’s sweet.

  But then he’s pushing his thick girth into me, and sweet is the very last thing on my mind.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Liam

  Fuck.

  Kensley’s body surrendering to mine is pure fucking heaven.

  “Shit,” I groan when I settle completely into her warm heat. I brace my fists on either side of her, wanting to be close but also know I can’t very well rest on her belly.

  I try and take note of her face, trying to see if she’s uncomfortable at all and just not telling me. She seems to be fine.

  Plus, she said she was.

  I’m going to have to trust that.

  She trusts me enough to be in this bed with me; I’m going to have to trust when she says she’s okay.

  I’m lowering my head to hers just as she brings her hands up, resting on my neck and pulling me down the rest of the way.

  This kiss isn’t as frenzied as before.

  This one is slow, thorough.

  There are open mouthed pants, where we’re both needing a break from the kiss but can’t be bothered to pull away. We’re sharing the same air, the same breaths.

  Every push of my length into her elicits the smallest of moans from her mouth, and it’s so fucking sexy. I roll my body over hers, my thrusts even and long, and every pull out of her has Kensley squeezing down around my length.

  I will not last at this rate.

  Kensley’s breathing is heavy and every now and then, she shuts her mouth to breath out her nose while still making a low moan deep in her throat, her neck arching.

  I press my lips to that exposed neck, leaving unmarked nibbles there. I can feel her moans in the vibrations against my lips.

  “You feel so good,” I say against her neck.

  “You do.” Her hips shift, and she draws her knees up to press against my sides. “So good, Liam. God.” This new angle…I’d have to agree with the God sentiment.

  I’m still driving my cock into her in slow, equal thrusts, when her moaned ‘Oh’ takes on a slightly different tone.

  Immediately, I stop.

  That wasn’t a good ‘oh.’

  “You okay?”

  She nods. “Yes.”

  I study her for a moment and then thrust again, this time, bringing my hand between us so I can finally tweak her oversensitive nipples. I stopped myself from doing it before, because I was afraid if I had her coming again before I was in her, that I might not get her to come a third time.

  And I really needed to feel her coming on my cock.

  “Yes,” she moans, and I roll her nipple between my fingers again. “God. Yes. Oh.” That one’s a good ‘oh.’ But it’s quickly followed by an, “Oo,” and a frown rests between her brows.

  I’m just going to go ahead and assume her back is bothering her.

  I’m not even going to give her the option. Not this time.

  Easily, and without initial complaint, I roll us until she’s on top, straddling me.

  “This is uncomfortable,” she says, wiggling into place, and I grin through a groan.

  “Oh, so now it’s uncomfortable,” I tease.

  Kensley shifts on her knees over me, and I fight back another groan. Fuck, she feels good.

  “Well, not like that, smarty pants.”

  “So, you were uncomfortable.”

  “Are you going to fight me when you’re inside me?” She has the audacity to lift her brows. I imagine it’s a look she gives her daughters when she’s scolding them.

  “I just want it to be good for you, Kensley.”

  “This is awkward, though.”

  Gently, I rub my hands over her belly then up to cup her breasts. Both breasts fill my palms and I move my thumbs over her nipples softly, the pads of my thumbs barely brushing the hard peaks. “Why awkward?”

  Her eyes are closed, and her head tipped to the side. She’s clearly lost in the feelings. “My boobs hang, and my belly gets in the way,” she still manages to confess.

  I roll her nipples, hard, between two fingers. “It look like I think your boobs hang and your belly’s in the way?”

  Her hands land to my chest and her head drops back. “God, no.”

  “Just ride me, Kens. You’re fucking beautiful like this.”

  And she was.

  So fucking beautiful.

  She’s a little awkward while she finds her pace, and, while he has no business being in this moment, I can’t help but want to fucking strangle Mark.

  He did that to her—made her feel less than.

  When in truth, she’s perfect.

  She’s made for sex.

  Made for loving.

  Made for me.

  Soon, she’s rolling her hips over mine like it’s all she needs, and she’s so fucking wet, that she leaves herself behind, all over, in addition to coating my cock. I keep tweaking, rolling, pinching her nipple with one hand, but I also know I’m not going to last much longer.

  If she’s not already there with me playing with her nipple, my cock wedged deep inside her, and her rolling her clit over me…she needed a little extra stimulation.

  So, I bring my hand between us and, palm up, move my fingers so they can roll under her clit with each move of her hips.

  “Oh!” Her movements stop for a moment, so I circle her clit with my finger as I circle her nipple with my thumb. “Liam.” My name is said on a low groan.

  “Yeah, Kens. That’s right.”

  Her hips are moving faster now, her face closed tight and her mouth open.

  Her little moans…

  Her hitched breaths…

  And then her knees are tightening to my sides. “L-l-liam.” Her body shakes and her nails dig into my chest as her body is overcome with her orgasm.

  “Yeah, Kens. Yeah, baby. Like that.” I take her hips in hand and lift her a little; it makes her body shudder again. But, not allowing her to calm down from her orgasm, I start to thrust quickly up into her pulsing, tight heat.

  She’s still moaning my name, just like I’m groaning, grunting incoherent words. I can’t make words make sense. Not when her body is so tight and so fucking right for mine.

  “Shit. Fuck. Kens.” It only takes three more thrusts before my balls draw tight to my core and I’m jerking inside her. “Uuuugh.”

  My coming is strong, powerful, and it damn near hurts. “Shit, Kens,” I groan, as my cock continues to empty itself into the condom.

  She’s still sitting atop me, but I feel the slightest of trembles in her arms. There’s no doubt her body is as exhausted as mine.

  Carefully, I pull her down as I roll us to our sides, where she rests easily. “I gotta…” I start explaining, but then put my hand to my softening cock and pull out of Kensley’s wet warmth, keeping the condom in place. Her moan is nearly sad—as sad as I feel to leave her.

  I roll away, so I can pull the used condom off and knot it closed, tossing it in the garbage bin that’s wedged between the wall and my nightstand.

  I waste no time though, and am soon on my side again, rolling her so I can spoon against her back.

  “You good?”

  She nods then yawns. “I’m good.”

  I nuzzle my nose into the back of her neck, completely at ease. “We should clean you up.”

  “Probably.” Her voice is tired.

  I bite her shoulder gently, trying to wake her up a little. “Shower?”

  She looks over her shoulder at me, that funny scolding look she gets, on her face. “Did you bite me?”

  “Shower?” I ask again, grinning.

  “Only if you don’t bite. We don’t bite.”

  “Sometimes we do.” Then I take her mouth with mine.

  It’s another twenty min
utes before we make it to the shower.

  And Kensley does indeed bite.

  * * *

  The sun is starting to fight the horizon, but I’ve been awake for the last twenty minutes.

  Laying here quietly, with Kensley cuddled into my side, her arm and a leg over me, using me as her human body pillow.

  Just like I told her that night on her couch, Kensley was a very sexual being.

  Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, maybe it’s just her, but dayum.

  Twice here in the bed, then once in the shower.

  Then again at two, when my alarm accidentally went off.

  I’d tried to shush Kensley back to sleep, but just like she did in the shower, she took my cock into her mouth and that was that.

  I shift, bringing my arm back behind my head as I lazily trace circles on her bare shoulder.

  We may have run out of condoms after the first two rounds, but there’d been no shortage of orgasms.

  They were just left on skin and against mouths.

  I chuckle lightly at that and press a kiss to the top of Kensley’s head, glancing at the clock as I do so. Six.

  With the sun coming up, even with room darkening shades in their rooms, I’m not entirely sure how long the girls will sleep.

  “Kens,” I say softly, against her hair.

  “Hmmm?” Her answer is one of those far away ones; she’s not really awake.

  I press another kiss to her head and slowly dislodge myself from her. She moans a little, but quickly falls back into her deep slumber.

  I can’t help but grin a manly grin.

  I did that to her.

  Scratching my chest proudly, I walk to the closet to pull out a shirt then grab a pair of sweats from the top shelf. Once they’re on, I quietly exit the room and go to the bathroom. Business done, with hands and teeth cleaned, I step back into the hall. At some point in the night, Guinness left his post at the door and moved to lay between London’s and Sawyer’s doors.

  “Gotta go outside?” I ask quietly.

  He gets up and stretches, before following me to the back. I unarm the alarm system before sliding open the back door, letting it sit open and bringing in the cool ocean air, then start a pot of coffee.

  I’m in the middle of my second cup, sitting out on the porch, when hands land on my shoulders and drop slowly until arms hug my neck from behind.