Liar

by Zahra Girard

  I want to be closer to him.

  “Do you want to get out of here?” I say, suddenly.

  He looks at me sideways for a second, then grins. “What do you think?”

  He pulls out his wallet and throws a handful of bills on the table. There’s got to be more than twice the price of our bill.

  “Our waitress was nice and those Singapore Slings were pretty good — don’t tell anyone I said that,” he says, winking.

  I smile and stand up.

  The room’s swimming a bit.

  How many drinks did I have?

  And does it even matter? That weight on my shoulders is a little bit lighter and I feel good and I know I’m going to feel even better later, when my bare skin is pressed up against his.

  He takes my hand to steady me and I squeeze it hard.

  “I’m glad I met you,” I whisper.

  He squeezes me back, gently, but still enough to make the muscles in his forearms bulge and flex and emphasize just how built and powerful he is.

  “Same, bella,” he says, his voice a husky growl. “You’re a rare kind of woman, you know that? No ones ever made me think about change before.”

  I blush and wonder if he’s just playing nice because he knows I’m aching to jump into bed with him.

  We exit the bar and step out into the cool Northern California night air.

  There’s not a person in the parking lot. They all must be inside, drinking. Headlights pass by in the night and a couple taxis sit idle across the street, waiting for closing time.

  “I’ll call us a cab, we’re not in any shape to drive,” Luca starts to say.

  But he doesn’t halfway get his arm up to call a taxi before I make my move. I put my hand on his forearm, pulling it down. I turn, stepping in front of him, and reaching up with my other hand.

  I’m surprisingly graceful for being drunk.

  It must be his lessons, him teaching me how to move.

  Whatever it is, I pull his face down. I press my lips to his.

  I want this.

  It’s been too long.

  His arms encircle me, holding me tight. The heat of his body warms me, fighting off the chill night air. His heart thuds in his chest like a great big drum. I can feel it against me, echoing the heated rhythm of my own.

  His lips explore mine and I feel something inside me wake up, something snap to life with white hot heat.

  I pull back a second, looking in his eyes.

  The way he’s looking back at me — hungry, fierce, confident, with lust that’s blatant and naked.

  I feel like I should say something.

  I hardly know him. We’re rushing things. Right?

  Except, being with him, I feel stronger, more sure of myself.

  “I want you, Luca.”

  He grins in a way that says ‘I know’ and then moves in to nibble my ear.

  I want something good in my life, even if it’s just for a night. I’m tired of being cautious, afraid, of looking over my shoulder all the time and jumping at shadows.

  Before I can open my mouth to say anything more, he’s pulled me back in, crushing his lips to mine.

  His chest rumbles with lust and hunger and I moan. There’s an ache inside me that’s been there for months and needs to be satisfied.

  “Fuck waiting. You’re too fucking gorgeous.”

  He picks me up and I throw my legs around him and he carries me away from the door.

  Shit, we’ve been blocking the doorway this whole time.

  My back touches the cold wall and I shiver, puling myself tighter against his heat.

  His hands slide down my back until he’s cupping my ass, and I can feel the rock hardness of his cock grinding against me.

  I’m breathless, wrapped in him, and ready.

  I pulse my hips against his.

  “I’m going to fuck you until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name,” he growls, ending his sentence with a firm kiss that drives his tongue into my mouth.

  Again, I barely pull back and manage to speak.

  “Promise?”

  He chuckles and kisses down my neck, between my tits.

  “You can count on it, bella.”

  I toss my head back, relishing the feeling of his lips on my chest. The door opens and shuts several times as we lose ourselves in each other and I am all but oblivious to the people passing by, staring.

  Fuck them, they’re probably just jealous.

  “How about that cab?” I manage to gasp out.

  “What about right here?” he says, half-joking, but I can see in his eyes that there’s part of him that’d be ok with a quickie in the alley.

  Honestly, with as hot as he is and how wound-up he’s got me, there’s a big part of me that feels the same way.

  But there’s a bigger part that wants to take my time with him. If I’m going to have sex with him tonight — which I damn well am — then I want to enjoy every second of it; I want to stretch it out; I want to languidly explore him; I want to give my everything to him.

  “Yeah, right. I have some standards,” I say. “Even when I’m picking up rookie hardware salesmen.”

  Luca winks at me. “Where to?”

  “Your place,” I say. “I live with my dad, so, yeah.”

  Just saying that last part makes me feel like I’m in high school all over again. The way my heart is thudding makes me feel like that, too. It’s like I’m sixteen again, about to be with a boy for the first time.

  Except Jacob Riley has nothing on Luca.

  I take a breath.

  Calm down. It’s not like you haven’t done this before. It’s just been a while, is all.

  A long, long while.

  Are we there yet?

  Luca flags a cab down and I practically fly like Supergirl into the back seat, a drunken grin on my face and I’m giggling like a teenager I’m so damn happy. He gives the cabbie his address and we peel away from the bar and wind up across Arroyo Falls in some gentrified-looking area, maybe a block from the waterfront, parking in front of some warehouse-looking building.

  There’s a deli next door, along with a tailor’s, a bakery, and a crowded-looking brewpub.

  Luca hops out first, walks around the car and gives me his hand as I get out.

  I look up at the building. It’s definitely not what I expected.

  “This is your place? Do you live in a factory?”

  “No. I admit, it doesn’t look great on the outside, but it’s better inside. The city wouldn’t let the owners change the exterior, said it’s a historic building. They did woodworking or shipbuilding or something here a hundred years ago,” he says, taking me to the heavy front door. That looks like it’s made out of one huge slab of wood.

  There’s a callbox with six buttons on it mounted into the wall just next to the door. Luca punches a combo into a keypad on the door and, with an electronic click and a whirr, it opens for us.

  It’s huge inside, with a big lobby with a small chandelier giving a dim light and a wide hallway with just three doors set off it and a staircase leading up to the second floor. Everything looks hand-carved and custom made.

  It’s gorgeous.

  He leads me up the stairs, still holding my hand.

  Dimly, I’m aware that he’s talking about the building and his neighbors or something, but all I can really hear is my heart thundering in my chest. It’s pounding away at at least twice my resting heart rate and who knows how much my blood pressure is spiking right now.

  I haven’t done this in a long time, but I’m doing my best not to show it because I know, the life Luca leads, the way he looks, he’s got to be way more active than I am.

  Hell, someone in a coma’s got to be more sexually active than I’ve been.

  He opens the door to his apartment. It is huge. Like, there’s enough square footage for a small house in here.

  It’s one big open-plan room and, even though it’s dark, I can see the faint shimmer of light on stainless steel app
liances in his kitchen, the reflection of shiny black leather in his living area.

  The entire far wall is made up of vaulted windows looking out over the ocean.

  “The gym business must pay well,” I say.

  I can’t take my eyes off the view. Black ocean, light by stars and the moon. Not far off, there’s a few twinkling lights that must be fishermen, out for squid or shrimp, working to haul in their catch in time to sell them on the docks in the first hours of dawn.

  He shrugs. “I do well enough. And I’ve got more than enough stashed away from before. But I talked the owner into a good deal.”

  “So you box, you sell appliances to little old ladies, and you’re a good negotiator? What other hidden talents do you have?” I tease.

  He leans in and gives me a long, heated kiss, before putting his lips close to my ear. “Just wait and I’ll show you. I’m about to hit you up for a raise. And I’m not just a good negotiator. I’m a great negotiator. I’ll have you begging to pay me more in no time.”

  “Is that so?”

  Another kiss and then he nips my neck lightly and I jolt, pressing myself tighter against him.

  “It is. Just wait to see how I convince you.”

  His lips meet mine, his tongue parts my lips and I gasp in surprise as he picks me up like I’m nothing. He carries me backward and tosses me down in a pile of sheets and blankets.

  He climbs on the bed, on top of me, his powerful arms planted one on each side of me.

  Heat pulses through my body in waves, between my legs, while goosebumps surface across my chest and my skin tingles as his kisses light up my lips and neck.

  I rise up and he seizes my shirt by the hem, lifting it up and off me.

  “I’ll have you begging and screaming in no time,” he whispers as his lips explore my bare chest.

  I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles tight. Our eyes meet and we’re both wearing smiles on our faces.

  “Go ahead. Convince me.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Luca

  God damn, who knew they made women as hot as her?

  Pale curves lit by the white moonlight coming in through my window. That smile, the challenge in her voice as she dares me to do my worst.

  I should’ve been going to hardware stores instead of strip clubs.

  She’s not my type, I’m not into good girls and I know I’m no good for her, but I can’t resist her.

  I’m rock hard, fucking painfully hard, and her shirt’s barely off.

  Fuck it, I’ve even got nerves, too.

  Butterflies zipping around in my stomach and my senses going haywire, everything feeling like it’s electrified and the littlest touches sending shivers up and down my body.

  It’s like I’m a teenager again, about to have my first fuck.

  “Go ahead, convince me,” she says and I about shoot right there.

  “Yes, boss,” I say.

  I take her by the wrists, holding her hands above her head, pinning her to the bed.

  My lips lock to hers.

  She’s soft and smells like sweetness and spices. It’s heady, intoxicating.

  I shift my grip, holding both her hands with one of mine, while my other slides down the bed, down her back, to the clasp of her bra.

  She struggles a little bit and that just makes it hotter.

  One flick of my wrists and her bra is open.

  She moans and grinds her hips against my cock. I can feel the heat of her sex even through her pants and I grit my teeth to keep from busting.

  I sit up and take off my own shirt and Stephanie rises up, running her hands over my chest.

  I give her a second, I savor her touch, before I take hold of her wrists again and pin them back behind her head.

  “Stay down,” I order her.

  Her eyes flash and her mouth opens to say something and I shut her up by kissing her again.

  I keep her pinned and run my free hand down her body. Smooth, soft, scorching-hot, I take my time, grazing the edges of her breasts, down her ribs, tucking my fingers beneath the waistband of her jeans.

  I slide them across her hips, twisting my wrist, caressing the mound of her sex through her jeans. A soft moan escapes her lips at my touch and I pull my hand back, just enough to undo her jeans.

  Sitting back up, I take hold of her pants and start to pull. Again, she sits up and tries to help. Again, I take her wrists and pin them back above her head.

  “You really are a poor listener, aren’t you?”

  “I’m your boss. I don’t need to listen,” she shoots back.

  “I guess I’ll just have to make you,” I say, letting go of her just long enough to pull my belt off with a flourish.

  “What are you going to do with that?” she says, eyes daring me, taunting me.

  I smile at her and rest my belt on my shoulder while I rip her jeans off. “You’ll see.”

  Those words practically die on my lips as I get a good look at all of her. Thin black panties, smooth legs, hips slowly moving, grinding against me.

  She’s a fucking knockout.

  I bend down, kissing her through her panties.

  They’re soaked.

  Fuck, just the scent of her is almost too much.

  I want to fuck her senseless right now.

  I want to pull those panties aside and fuck her until she collapses. I want to hear her scream and moan and beg for me to cum.

  She shivers at my touch; she’s wet and I pause, savoring the sensation of her — her smell, her taste — before I straighten up.

  “Roll over.”

  She blinks, but doesn’t move fast enough for my liking. I take her by the hips, flip her over and pull her hands behind her back so I can tie them up with my belt.

  She’s bound. Helpless. Mine.

  I crack her hard, turning her pale round ass a perfect shade of pink.

  She yelps and squirms.

  Watching her body move is fucking incredible.

  “Is this how you negotiate?” she says.

  I grin at her. “When the situation calls for it.”

  I crack her on the ass again and her whole body goes stiff, her ass flexing and somehow looking even hotter.

  “Then remind me to get in more arguments with you,” she says, breathless, panting.

  I crack her again and she buries her face in one of my pillows to muffle her yelping screams of pleasure.

  Then she gives me this look over her shoulder that says give me more.

  This one’s a fighter, even if she won’t admit it to her self.

  I give her what she wants. What I want. Over and over. And by the time I’m done with her, her ass is glowing bright pink with my hand print and I am ready to pop from having this gorgeous ass just presented to me.

  She must read my mind, because she’s looking at me with light in her eyes.

  “What are you waiting for?” she asks and her voice is hoarse from yelling. “You know you want it.”

  Shaking my head, I smile. “Just admiring the view, bella.”

  I’m through spanking her.

  Taking my time, I grab her panties and peel them off her slowly, like I’m unwrapping a beautiful fucking gift. I toss her soaking wet panties to the side and they land in a delicate pile on my floor next to her other clothes.

  “You know, I’m still not convinced,” that hoarse voice of hers eggs me on.

  That might be true, but I know she’s close.

  She shivers as I kiss her pussy from behind. One slow, gentle kiss and she’s grinding her hips against my face.

  Fuck, I’m in heaven.

  Grinning, I sit back up, turn her over.

  Eyes shining, huge smile on her face, she’s got a look that just dares me to push her as hard as I can.

  I’m going to make her cum like she’s never cum before.

  My lips trail kisses up her thighs.

  I take my time, licking, kissing, tasting every inch of her. Until I’m hovering just above her pussy.


  She’s moving beneath me, hips raised upward, just begging for it.

  But I keep my distance.

  She’ll be screaming for it before I’m through with her.

  I kiss her once. Long, slow, my tongue languidly exploring around the edges of her pussy, brushing the edges of her labia.

  She moans, she shifts.

  She wants it, but I hold her by the hips, pushing her back flat against the bed.

  Then I pause.

  I wait.

  Her eyes flash open to look at me like ‘what the hell are you waiting for’.

  I smile back at her. “How about that raise?”

  “You keep going or I’ll fire your ass,” she shoots back.

  Kneeling down, I kiss her again. My lips surround her clit, sucking lightly, coaxing it gently before I move further down to stroke and explore her pussy.

  I tease, I tempt, I torture.

  Every time I get a rhythm started, every time her hips start to move in time with my lips, I slow down and I pin her hips to the ground and I stop until she gives me this frustrated look that screams ‘fuck you’.

  This fire in her is irresistible.

  “I’m definitely going to fire you if — “she starts to say, around the fifth time I tease her.

  This time, I shut her up.

  Chuckling, I wrap my lips gently around her clit and I caress it, I suck it, a slow, steady rhythm that turns her protests into a pleasured moan.

  I keep going.

  Tongue and lips, sucking, kissing, caressing, tasting. I want every part of her to drown in pleasure.

  My eyes wander up her body while I explore her.

  She’s beyond gorgeous.

  She’s got her eyes shut, back arched, her nipples erect and mouth open.

  She’s a goddess.

  And I’m going to make her come.

  I can feel the tension building inside her; thighs tightening their grip around my face, hips moving with more urgency, moans becoming more breathless.

  She needs this.

  I want this.

  “Don’t stop,” she urges me.

  I don’t plan on it. I’m in heaven.

  I pause again, and, just as she’s about to look at me again like ‘what the fucking hell are you doing’, I slide one finger into my mouth, wetting it. Then I slide it into her.

  I crook it just so.