by Hughes, Maya
24
Liv
I was suspended, pinned between the solid brick wall and the immovable force of Ford behind me. The weight of his desire was crashing down on me, threatening to bring me to my knees, but I didn’t because he was there. He was holding me up while still giving me more than I could take.
The moment his fingers skimmed the top of the elastic, I prepared for him to stop, to hesitate. I balled my fists up against the brick to stop myself from putting his hand where I wanted it to be, but for the first time he didn’t stop. The throbbing need threatened to consume me. A keen, blissful relief overtook me as his fingers dipped inside me. As he parted my slick folds, the sound of my arousal was nearly drowned out by my shallow breaths.
He groaned, and two of his fingers sank in deeper, stretching and teasing me. The heavy weight of his cock pressed against my ass. I wanted even more of him. This was a dance we’d been doing for far too long, and the only way for it to end was with him stretching me like only he could.
“You’re so wet.” His words were raw and primal, like a switch inside him had been flipped. It was a side of Ford I’d never seen before. I’d heard a hint of it on the phone, but that had only been a taste. I craved more.
I licked my lips. “I’m always like this around you.”
He groaned as his teeth sank into my shoulder, not hard enough to do more than make a dent, but enough. A shudder raced through me. My pussy clenched around his invading fingers. Plundering the control I had over my trembling body, he added another finger. Words were a distant memory. I’d once had the ability to speak, but now there were only moans and clawing at the brick in front of me. I came hard and fast. Spots danced in my vision as all the air left my lungs.
The coarse texture of the brick made me hyperaware of every point of contact, every rough spot, and every smooth one on him. The brutal climax didn’t stop and neither did his fingers, driving me even higher than I’d thought possible. My thighs tightened around his hand, but he kept going. I was torn between begging for mercy and asking for more—so much more.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sound.”
It wasn’t until he said it that I realized there was another sound over my panting and the wet heat between my legs coating his fingers. The babbling nonsense poured from my mouth as his hand slowed and my forehead dropped against the wall, the rough brick scraping against my skin.
Not giving me time to recover, Ford spun me around. His gaze roamed my body sending an uncontrollable shiver shooting through me. My legs were jelly under me, barely supporting my weight.
He dropped to his knees, taking my soaked panties down with him. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he shoved it up my chest, exposing my stomach and bra, which disappeared like a figment of my imagination. He ran his bristly cheeks across my stomach. My nipples pebbled and ached at his slow torture. Taking one into his mouth, he rolled it between his teeth, running his tongue over the tip. My other nipple got the same treatment. Rippling waves of pleasure made me light-headed, and every nip of his teeth and swipe of his tongue sent me higher.
He placed his hand into the center of my chest to steady me and looped my legs over his shoulders. My skirt bunched around my waist, and I was exposed to him completely. My thighs rubbed against the soft cotton of his T-shirt. His hot breath skirted across my wet thighs. Each exhalation sent another shudder through me.
Like he had all the time in the world, he kissed his way along my parted legs. His hands cupped and squeezed my ass like the world’s most inappropriate chair. Each touch of his lips brought him closer to my heated core. He was the master of anticipation.
I licked my lips and sank my fingers into his hair.
He growled and bit down on the inside of my thigh.
I yelped and hissed, and my pussy spasmed at the empty feeling inside. My fists clenched in his hair, yanking at the roots.
“You’re going to come on my mouth.” His words rasped against my skin, coarse like the brick wall behind me.
It was a fact, a foregone conclusion. It probably wasn’t going to take more than a swipe of his tongue. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to be embarrassed by my body’s reaction to him.
“Look at me, Liv. You need to tell me if it’s too much.” The deep growl in his voice sent the sparking electricity coursing through my body even faster.
I stared down through the valley of my breasts, past his hand pressing me into the wall, and into his eyes. The hunger swimming in them made my head spin. A shuddering breath escaped through my lips as I locked eyes with the man I’d wanted since I’d known that was even a thing, and I nodded.
His mouth clamped onto my pussy. Sucking on my clit, he hummed a sound of appreciation before painting my skin with his tongue. He was a man starving, and I was his banquet.
It was the sweetest invasion, and my walls clamped around his tongue with unadulterated pressure. It was maybe five seconds, possibly less. If I had been a dude, I’d probably have been embarrassed by how quickly I came. The shuddering tension racked my body, and my legs shook.
Placing a tender kiss on my sensitive clit, he massaged my ass, holding me in place. “If you keep coming like this, I’m not going to be able to stop.” Another swipe of his tongue across my heated button, and my toes curled.
“I don’t want you to stop. I’m not going to be able to stop coming.” My words were a keening cry on the tail of a seemingly never-ending orgasm brought on by one more gentle flick of his tongue.
Then I was floating, not only metaphorically but actually as he carried me in his arms, moving us across the room up into his bedroom.
He gently tossed me onto the soft comforter on his bed. I bounced and tried to catch my breath. Staring up at the exposed rafters, I sucked in a shuddering breath. Every jingle of his belt buckle made my mouth water. He’d already given me more orgasms in an hour than I’d had in a long time; returning the favor was the least I could do. I climbed up onto my knees and reached for him.
He stepped back, evading my touch. “No, not yet. Don’t move.” He pinned me with his stare.
I sat on my heels hungrily, impatiently waiting for him to come to me, needing to finally feel him inside of me, inside my mouth, inside my pussy. The ache between my thighs could only be sated by him.
He shucked off his jeans and boxers. His thick erection slapped against his stomach when it was finally freed.
I inched closer to the edge of the bed. He made a disapproving sound. “Liv.” The warning in his voice sent a zing straight to my clit. Goose bumps erupted all over me. “Don’t.” The command in his voice could not be disregarded.
A shiver of delight raced down my spine. I nodded. Words escaped me.
Hefting his cock in his hand, he slid his hand down my legs, untangling them and grabbed my ankle. The bed dipped as his knee hit the bed.
“You’ve pushed me to my breaking point with your teasing.” He pulled off my skirt and reached up to take a lock of my hair between his fingers. The back of his hand skimmed along my collarbone as he traced it to the end of my hair.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” I bit my bottom lip.
“Do you have any idea—” He shook his head. “This can—” A flicker of doubt reflected in his eyes.
I pressed my fingers against his lips. “This—I need this. I need you. Please.” There I was begging him to fuck me and I wasn’t even ashamed. I might climb out of my own skin soon if I didn’t get to feel him.
“Ford.” Tilting my head up, I bridged the gap between us. The fiery-hot sparks of electricity overwhelmed me. His hold on me loosened as he devoured my mouth. His lips were demanding, drawing every breath from me like there was nothing else to keep him going. My body was on the verge of another explosion.
His hands ran along the side of my face and up into my hair. I gasped and opened my mouth wider at the sharp tug of his fingers looping through my hair. Shifting, I leaned into him, ready to devour him right back. He tasted like every s
weet cocktail that went straight to your head.
He tugged off his tight T-shirt stretched over his muscled chest. “You wanted to see me, Liv. Here I am.” He held his arms out at his sides, showcasing himself. His body in all its muscled glory on display for me to soak all of him in. The show was over too quickly, but forgotten once he dropped down over me. The weight of him settled between my legs, his hips spreading my thighs, opening me to him.
I stared down between us. He slid his cock along my soaking-wet opening, teasing and tormenting me with his control. I shuddered and fisted the sheets beneath me.
Digging into his discarded pants, he slipped on a condom. If I could’ve, I’d have flipped him over and impaled myself on his ever-growing member.
He lifted his head and caught my eye. “Hold on to me.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he held me close. His arms wrapped around my back. I breathed him in with my nose pressed against his neck. My heart thudded against my chest as he guided himself into me without his hands, our hips and legs meshing together perfectly.
I tightened my hold as he spread me open. The air in my lungs whooshed out as the head of his dick stretched me to my limit. He sank into me like an unrelenting force pushing me closer to the edge with each inch, joining us together.
“You’re too sweet, Liv.”
I wanted to reply, but I didn’t have the words. Only moans licked across his shoulder as I held on, fearing I’d break apart into a million pieces if I let go.
He bottomed out in me, lighting up parts of me only I’d been able to find.
Lifting his head, he stared into my eyes. “Are you okay?” Concern creased his brow.
I nodded as my head fell back, relishing the gentle thrusts of his hips.
“Let me hear the words, Liv.”
His tone pulled me out of my daze, and I licked my dry lips. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Then the softness was gone, flew straight out the window. His hips pistoned in grinding thrusts. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Every part of me was being lit up by him all at once. Every drag sent pleasure through my swollen flesh, drawing out the sensations until they rolled together in one cascading wave that stole my breath away.
The release was like nothing I’d ever experienced. A brutal climax ripped through me, so sharp and overwhelming tears filled my eyes. My scream was suspended in my throat. I ran my nails down his back, raking across his skin. It was every blissful feeling rolled up together and presented to me on a platter, a platter so heavy I could barely breathe.
I sucked in a sharp breath and released my arms from around him. I was dead weight, but the driving force of him continued. Flipping me onto my stomach, he lifted my hips. I moaned and tried to help as much as someone with bones made of jelly could.
His fingers dug into my skin, tightening as his hips slammed into me. His cock expanded, stretching me to the max. The pulse of his driving erection had me teetering on the edge of a blackout. Ford roared as he came, holding me in a viselike grip against him as he came into the latex between us. His weight settled onto my back before he rolled us to our sides.
I was still coming back from my mission to space when he pulled out, the breezy air of the room cooling the superheated flesh between my legs. I could have passed out and not woken up for a month. The bed dipped, and then he was around me, pressed against my back, his arms holding me. He murmured into my hair.
His gentle touch brushed back the hair sticking to my face. He rolled me over.
“Liv…” His words died in his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
“Don’t. Just let us have this tonight. If nothing else, at least give me that.”
He nodded and grabbed the blankets, dragging them up over us. I sighed as he wrapped his arms tighter around me. I snuggled in deeper to his chest and shut out the nagging doubts trying to push their way into my head.
I’d deal with them the next day. I’d show Ford this could work. After what we’d just had together, how could he deny it? Deny me?
25
Ford
Hair brushed against me, tickling my skin, a slight weight resting on my arm. It all came back to me in a rush. I cracked my eyes open and smiled. The tightness in my chest I woke up with so often wasn’t there. Liv’s brightness surrounded me, and her soft, even breaths made me want to never get out of the bed. I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in.
I slid out of bed and picked up my pants. Liv rolled over, clutching the pillow to her chest. The sheets slipped down, exposing her back and the smooth arc of her hip. The warm bed and her delicious curves called to me. I shook my head.
My fridge was an embarrassment after being on the road for so long. I needed to grab something for us to eat before she woke up. Jogging down the steps to the living room as quietly as I could, I spotted my phone. I grabbed it off the counter and checked the time. Being programmed since the eighth grade for practices at dawn still hadn’t reset itself after all this time.
I grabbed a piece of paper and scrawled out a note before making my way quietly back into the bedroom. Running the backs of my fingers across her cheek, I stuck my note on the pillow beside her. I buttoned my jeans and grabbed my keys off the counter.
Being recognized was never on my list of things I liked. But now? I definitely didn’t want to field fans with Liv warm and waiting in my bed. Looking out of my massive windows, I stretched as the early morning sun peeked from between the city skyline. After tugging on my shoes, I stepped into the hallway and made my way out of the building.
There were a couple places around the block open that early. With a bag of freshly baked bagels, three types of cream cheese, coffee, and orange juice, I headed back to the apartment. My phone rang in my pocket. Balancing the cups and bag in one hand, I took it out with the other.
“Hey, man.” The voice I’d been dreading blasted out the other end way too loudly, his words slurred.
“Hey, Colm.” I stopped on the street corner. A few delivery trucks dotted the street.
“Are you in the middle of something?” The clink of ice against glass filtered through from his end.
“No. What do you need?”
“I can’t call my friend?” The word dripped with disdain.
“Why are you awake this early?” Gritting my teeth, I held the phone against my shoulder.
“Where are you?”
“Out getting breakfast.”
“You just snuck out of some chick’s place, didn’t you? Fueling up after a long night.”
“I was home, and I’m heading back there now.” Checking for traffic, I started the walk back to my place.
“You brought someone back to your apartment? Thought that wasn’t your style. Aren’t you more of a hit-and-run type of guy?” There was an unmistakable edge to his voice.
Stalking to the end of the block, I stopped. What the hell is going on? “Why are you up so early?”
“I’m not up early—I never went to sleep.” He slurped from his glass with more ice clinking. “Can’t sleep.”
“Is your knee keeping you up?” Rehab had been going well from what I’d heard.
“Eloise bailed, packed up her shit and left a few hours ago…or maybe it was yesterday. I don’t remember.”
I cursed under my breath. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Not enough. Not nearly enough. She decided LA is where she belongs and she wants to pursue acting, hooked up with some producer guy, and that was that. I’d outlasted my usefulness.” A humorless laugh tore out of his mouth.
I winced. His relationship track record was not stellar. With everything going for him—family money, pro career, and his looks—he always ended up with users. I knew that better than anyone. Bile rose in my throat.
“I’m sorry, man.”
“Par for the course, right? At least this turned out better than the last time. At least she didn’t leave me for you.”
I grimaced. “That’s not how it
was. I’d never have tried something with Felicity, never in a million years if I’d known. It wasn’t a competition.”
“You’re right. You didn’t even know someone else was in the running, but you still won.”
The Felicity situation was like a ticking time bomb in our friendship, always there, each second counting down until the next explosion. “Get some rest, man. You’re drunk.”
The sharp clink of ice against glass nearly drowned out his laughter. “And why the hell shouldn’t I be drunk? My knee still fucking hurts. My girlfriend left me again. My sister’s hiding from me, and my best friend can’t even take time out of his busy puck-bunny-fucking schedule to speak to me.”
“You need sleep.” My jaw tightened. Even though he didn’t know who was in my bed, him mentioning the word in the vicinity of Liv made me want to hit him.
“Where’s Olivia and why won’t she answer my calls?”
“I don’t know.” She hadn’t said anything about ducking him, but with her near panic attacks over medical school, I could see why she would.
“Weren’t you supposed to be talking to her? Finding out what’s wrong with her? And now she’s stopped talking to me.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want to deal with your shitty attitude.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have trusted you to help me out.”
I squeezed the phone so tightly my fingers ached. “If this is how you’re talking to her, I don’t blame her for avoiding you.”
“Did she say something to you?” His voice sharpened.
“She’s fine, better than fine, and she’s got her head on a hell of a lot straighter than you right now.”
“She’s still a kid. She’s my responsibility.”
“She’s an adult, a woman—maybe it’s time you started treating her like one.” My voice echoed off the pavement, and the woman behind the newspaper stand jumped.
“Sorry.”