by Tia Siren
"Nice," she said slowly as she made her way to the living room. "Ah, I see you started the party without me." She indicated the half-finished whiskey bottle.
"I wouldn't say party. Wake is probably more accurate."
"Did somebody die?" she asked, turning and looking at me as I made my way toward her. She looked stunning as always, too. She wore the same yoga pants she always did and even had on a sports bra and loose-fitting top like usual. Although she was dressed plainly, she looked anything but plain.
"Not somebody," I said solemnly as I picked the bottle up, pouring myself another glass. "But something."
To my surprise, she actually smiled at this. It was a warm smile, and as she did, she reached out, touching me on the arm. "Liam, I want you to know that I went and spoke to Danny again. I just came from there actually."
"Oh," I said, trying not to sound too excited. I hoped that he had told her the truth, but a guy like that, who knew?
"He told me what you did. I can't... I can't believe that you would do that? For me." She flashed me that same warm smile. Her eyes seemed to smile, too, as she looked at me. In fact, her whole body seemed to radiate a positive energy, directed at me. It was infectious.
"He told you? How much did he tell you?"
"Everything."
Her hand was still on my arm. I looked down at it, and as I did, she gave it a squeeze. "I didn't want you to be caught up with someone like that. With all those lies. You deserve better."
"I can't believe you did that for me."
"I told you. All I want is for you to be happy. If you are, then I am."
We didn't say anything else from there. Nothing else needed to be said. From the moment that she entered my apartment, I could feel the tension mounting, and by the time she revealed what she knew and I had my say, it was so thick that I could have cut it with a knife.
Wordlessly, she took the whiskey from my hand and placed it on the living room table. She then took my hand and led me from the living room toward my bedroom. She had never been there before, yet she didn't get lost or fumble her way. It was as if it were calling to her, letting her know where it was. A thought broke through everything.
How did she know where I lived? Were some of her memories coming back? I pushed the thought away. I could worry about that later. Right now, I had more important matters to attend to.
The moment that we entered the room, I turned, going in to kiss her. But she stopped me, putting a hand on my chest.
"I want to show you how grateful I am," she whispered in my ear. Her breath was warm, and it sent a shiver up my spine. "Not just for what you did today. But for the last few days and everything you have done for me. Everything."
Her hand still on my chest, she tilted her head and kissed me on the neck. If this wasn't enough, she followed it with a bite, pinching the skin. As she did, her hands found the bottom of my t-shirt, which she removed from me without hesitation.
Once my chest was bare, she began to kiss down my neck and toward my chest. They were soft kisses. Each one with just a speck of moisture to it, leaving a mark as she made her way across my chest and toward my abdomen. The whole time, she remained standing, moving from left to right and up and down. Her hands ran themselves over my back, scratching it, and giving me goosebumps.
Her soft kisses felt amazing and sent a sensation through my body that made my knees literally shake. In fact, my entire body shook from pleasure. It was so simple, yet so effective. I would have been happy for her to spend the rest of the night just doing that. But of course, she wasn't going to.
Next, her hands found my belt. She unhitched it, unzipped my fly, and then dropped my pants to the floor. I was wearing a pair of plain white boxer briefs and they were already struggling to hold my very hard cock. She smiled as her eyes met it, her hand soon following. It cupped the outside of my hard cock, and she let off a small moan as she stroked it.
I was about to drop my briefs myself. My cock was begging to be set free, and I wanted nothing more than her hand to be wrapped around it. But before I got the chance, she pushed me backward with such force that I stumbled before falling on the bed.
With my legs still hanging over the bed, I sat up just in time to see her fall to her knees. Once on her knees, she crawled toward me, her eyes never leaving my package. The moment that she was face to face with it, her hands made their way up to my briefs, and I lifted myself off the bed, allowing her to slide them off me.
My cock, already so hard, popped out, pointing to the sky. Her eyes widened at the sight of it, and she licked her lips as her hand wrapped around it. I let off a small groan as she gripped it in her hand. And I let off an even louder one as she licked her other hand and wrapped it around the head of my pulsating dick.
With her two hands firmly gripping it, she proceeded to stroke my throbbing erection very slowly. Both hands, up and down, up and down. It was slow and gentle and felt unbelievable. But that was nothing compared to the moment that she buried her head into the base of my cock and took my balls in her mouth.
That time, I let off the biggest moan of all. She sucked them nice and slow to match the rhythm of the hand job. And again, I thought if that was all she did that night, I would have gone to bed a happy man. But it wasn't. Not even close.
I ran my hands through her hair as she sat up, just enough to open her mouth and take my entire cock down her throat. Like she was born to it, her throat opened up, and she somehow managed to swallow the entire thing. Her throat closed over my cock, gripping it as it slid inside of her. My hands gripped the side of the bed as she pulled her mouth from my dick, only to take it again.
Up and down, her head bobbed on my shaft. All the while, her tongue ran itself over my head and the tip of my cock. Even as she gagged, water dripped from her eyes and saliva from her mouth. Kate used her tongue to dish out little bits of pleasure. The sensation was unbelievable.
It was then that I knew a simple blow job wasn't going to be enough. Using all the self-control I could muster, I stopped her, grabbing her under the arms and lifting her to her feet.
Her crotch was right in my face, and I could see the lips of her pussy, already moist through her yoga pants. I buried my head into her pussy, biting her yoga pants as my hands cupped her butt. I then found the top of the pants and pulled them down, thong and all.
As she ravaged my hair, I ran my fingers over her lips, making sure that they were already wet. I wanted to taste them, but I also wanted them around my shaft. To my delight, she was already dripping so I turned her around and guided her toward the tip of my hard length.
From there, she took control again. Her ass to me, one of her hands wrapped itself around my cock, holding it steady while she planted herself on top of my member. She bounced on the head for a few moments, pressing it into her lips before pulling herself off. Again and again, she did this, never actually allowing me inside of her.
After a few more times, I had enough. I grabbed her by the hips and pushed her down so that my hard cock slid right up inside of her. She left off a moan to match my own as I filled her. I could feel her lips wrapping around and sucking onto my shaft as I slid all the way up to the hilt. And then, once I was totally inside of her, she straightened up, standing up so that my dick slid from out of her, before sitting back down again.
Then, the fun began. I remained seated as I watched her perfectly round booty bounce up and down, up and down, on my cock. Each time, she got to the point where I was about to pop out of her before falling back down. My dick never left the inside of her, and she relished in making it so.
To add to the amazing sensation of feeling myself inside of her, each time she came down, she also ground forward, really making sure that I was receiving ultimate pleasure. I didn't even think that she was trying to make herself come. That night was all about me.
It was because of that, it didn't take long before I felt myself on the verge. Each time she came down and ground forward, it brought me closer to release.
I grabbed onto her ass, squeezing it and letting her know I was ready. I tried to slow her down, but this only made her go faster. I tried to reach around and find her clit to make her come, but she stopped me.
She just kept on going and going. Faster and faster. Each time she came down, she really pushed herself forward, and each time I groaned, she did the same thing. She wanted me to come inside of her. She was almost begging for it. My knees began to shake. My head began to spin. My balls began to ache.
And then I released.
I fell onto my back, groaning in pleasure as warm, sticky come erupted from the tip of my cock. And the whole time, she kept herself on me, firmly squeezing her thighs together so that none of it left her. Although she slowed down on her movements, she didn't stop, instead subtly moving up and down, milking me for all I had.
By the time she climbed off me, I was in another world. I didn't even notice that she had stripped off the rest of her clothes and crawled into bed with me. And I barely noticed the kisses she showered upon me. And try as I might, I couldn't remember scurrying back up the bed and falling in beside her.
But somehow, I had ended up beside Kate, with her wrapped in my arms. In that moment, as the two of us slowly drifted off to sleep, I couldn't remember a time I had been this happy.
CHAPTER 18
KATE
The first sign that Liam was truly changing was that he called in sick to work.
We woke up early that day before the sun had even risen above the horizon. I remember looking out the window in his bedroom and having my breath taken away by the pastiche of purples and oranges that had just begun to peek over the horizon. It mixed with the smog of the city to create a truly breathtaking view.
It was my excitement over the view that woke Liam. As he did, it took him a few minutes to remember where he was and what had happened the night before. But as his eyes fell on me, a warm smile spread across his face, and I knew in that instant that he regretted nothing.
He called in sick because he said he wanted to spend the entire day with me. When I asked what he wanted to do exactly, he said nothing at all. He didn't want to leave the apartment, even for a moment. The apartment was exactly twenty-five feet in length, and if I was any farther away from him than that at any point in the day, he claimed that he would lose his mind. A little sappy? Definitely. But heart melting? Without a doubt. And panty melting? Only if I’d been wearing them, which I wasn’t.
"I want to learn more about you," he said as he pulled me back into bed. I was getting up to grab a glass of water, but even that was too much for him to bear.
"More about me?" I giggled as I fell back into bed. "You already know everything."
"Do I? There's no way that can be true."
"Well, you know as much as I do. Amnesia, remember." Giving up on the water, I lay myself down by his side. His arm slid under me, and I rested my head on his chest. I had never felt so comfortable.
"I know what's on the surface, but I want to go deeper," he said as he stroked my hair. There was definite affection in his voice, and I loved that he was so curious.
"How deep?" I asked playfully.
"All the way," he confirmed. "Like your career. What do you want to do? I don't even know that."
"Well, truth be told, I want to be a writer."
Hearing this he sat up in what I assumed to be surprise. The look on his face only confirmed this. "Really?"
"Yeah, I think so. I mean I've been doing it a little lately, and from what I've found on my laptop, I'm actually pretty good."
"Can I see?"
Usually, I would have said no to such a request. And that was purely coming from a nervous, not-thinking-I-was-so-good, place. Like I said, I only knew I wanted to be a writer because I had found evidence of the fact. For all I knew, I was absolutely awful, and it was only a pipe dream.
But still, there was something about the look on Liam's face that made me want to show him. I wanted to please him and make him happy. I wanted him to be impressed with me. He was already so successful, and I felt like I was holding him back. I needed him to know that wasn't the case.
I jumped on his laptop and opened my online storage folder. That was where I kept all of my writing, and after carefully selecting the one I thought to be the best, I let him read.
I watched his face the whole time. It took him roughly thirty minutes, and I never looked away, not once. I loved watching his face as he read. The way he smiled, laughed and gasped. He was either a greater actor, or he really did enjoy my story.
"Kate," he said, looking up from his laptop finally. "That was amazing. Seriously. I had no idea. I didn't know you were so talented."
"Really?" I asked, not being able to hide my smile.
He put the laptop down, leapt forward, and pulled me back into bed with him. The sun had only just risen by that point. The day was still young. "Seriously, so good!" he beamed. "I'm speechless."
"I'm glad you liked it," I said earnestly as I resumed my position lying by his side. "I was worried.”
"Hold up. I would never not like anything you wrote. Seriously, every word on that page was perfect. But that just raises one question. What are you going to do with it?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, sitting up and turning to look at him. I wasn't sure what he was getting at. Did he want me to try and sell my short stories?
"You're obviously a good writer. So, what are you going to write next? Something that can help you forge a career?"
"Well yeah," I said stupidly. In truth, I hadn't really thought too much on the specifics yet. I knew I wanted to be a writer. I just didn't know what that meant. Or how I would go about doing it. I guess I was waiting for that ‘dare to be great’ moment, just hoping that it would make itself known.”
"Well, yeah, Kate. If you want to do something, you have to do it. No more sitting around."
"I'm not.”
"I don't mean it like that. I mean that I want you to start looking for ideas and writing everything down. You're obviously talented. More than that even. One good idea can set you up for life. Now, promise me that you will start looking. Okay?"
He fixed me with a serious stare, one that told me that he wasn't messing around. And despite the seriousness of the moment, I couldn't help but smile. The way that he cared for me, and how much he wanted to see me succeed was amazing. What had I done to deserve someone like this?
"Okay," I said finally. "I'll start trying. I promise."
"Good," he said, pulling me back down to him. "And just so you know, I'll be here to support you the whole way."
"What about you?" I asked when I was comfortable.
"What about me?" he responded absentmindedly.
"Do you want to work at the hospital for the rest of your life? I get the sense that you don't like it too much?"
It wasn't meant to be a stab at him, but an observation. The few times I had seen him at work, he had looked miserable. And even that morning when he called in sick, he seemed ecstatic at the thought of not having to go in to work.
"Well, I mean it's a good job with a good pay check."
"That's not what I asked."
"No, it's not," he said, smiling at me. "You're right. I don't want to spend the rest of my life there. The hospital is more than an office. It's its own entity. It takes your life and gives nothing back. It beats you down and then acts surprised when you don't get back up. I never thought it would be so hard."
"So why don't you do something else?"
"Like?" He actually sounded curious, as if he was asking me for a suggestion.
It implied to me that this was something he had thought on for a while, and just needed the shove out the door. It was one that I would be only too willing to give.
"I don't know. You could open your own private practice. I mean you're a doctor, so you can work anywhere. The whole world needs doctors."
"Okay. Deal. But if I do move, then you have to move with me."
"Is that right?" I asked, s
itting up again. As I did, I looked down at him, meeting his smiling eyes. He lovingly ran his hand through my hair.
"That's right. I want to hear you promise. Say it."
"Okay," I said, trying to sound as serious as I could. "I promise that I will go anywhere with you."
Unable to hold back his smile, he threw his arms around me and pulled me back into him, smothering me with his kisses.
"Hey, hey," I said, pulling myself from his embrace. "I want you to know, too, that I'm here to help. If there is ever anything you need. I want to help."
"I know."
There wasn't really much more that he could say. We still had the entire day together, and already, I felt like I knew him better than I knew anybody else. I certainly knew him better than I knew myself. I trusted him implicitly, and it was a strange feeling, knowing that I was able to put that much faith in another person. It was frightening, but also warm and forgiving.
"Well then, as we have all day together, I suppose we better get started," I said, slapping him on the chest as I sat up.
"What do you mean?" he asked, going to sit up. He only got about halfway up before I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back down.
"It means that I wish I had met you sooner, and as that is the case, we have a lot of lost time to make up for."
He smiled knowingly as I threw my leg over his torso, climbing on top of him. I could feel him instantly harden underneath me, and I was already wet at that thought of what we were about to do.
The day was young, and we had plenty of time. And yet something told me that even still, there weren't going to be enough hours in the day. Not for the two of us anyway.
CHAPTER 19