“You tired?” I lean into Liam and run my hand over his chest. We’re the last few stragglers in the banquet hall. Practically everyone else has scattered.
Liam sits up straighter and clears his throat. “Nope, definitely not tired.”
“I could use a shower,” I murmur as I run my fingers lower, so low that he actually captures my wrist with his hand to stop me from brushing against his cock. His pants are tented, and that makes my body go all melty.
“A shower, you say… Hmmmm…” His hand moves up my thigh. “I can think of some things I’d like to do to you in a shower.”
My face gets hot. No, my whole body heats. I’m so into the idea of doing totally filthy, naughty girl stuff with him in our shower. Liam has this effect on me…like I have no inhibitions.
“I like my showers hot.”
“So do I.”
He helps me up, and the simple feel of his hand on mine sends shivers of want skittering through my body. Every time he touches me, puts his lips on me, even just a casual brush of his fingers on my flesh, I feel…what? A jolt of excitement, a giddy anticipation, sparks racing over my body? Goose bumps definitely rise, my nipples get hard, my body aches. What has this man done to me in the short time I’ve known him like this?
It’s like any other man I will ever be with could never possibly compare to Liam. And what the fuck is up with that? I mean, he certainly is nothing like any of the men who came before him in my life.
Liam is being very proper in the elevator. Granted, when we get on, there are two other people with us. Even though he’s not touching me, his eyes are…oh boy…they are smokin’ hot. He’s got that penetrating gaze turned on to full volume, and my body is all fluttery.
He’s looking at me like he wants to eat me alive, and I sooo want him to.
The two other people are deep in conversation, so I take the opportunity to be a little scandalous.
His eyes are glued to me, watching as I lift my fingers to my lips and slowly suck two inside then pump them in and out, just like I did to his cock in that massage room. I see a flicker of something happening in his gaze, but he doesn’t move, and his expression doesn’t change. He’s so stoic, it’s admirable. I slip my fingers out and flash a wicked grin as I trail them down my throat, to the top button of my blouse. That earns me another flicker of his eyes, like he’s trying to contain himself but just barely able to. And there’s a slight adjustment to his stance, as if he’s attempting to accommodate his enormous cock that is caged in his jeans.
I pop the button. His eyes get that sexy hooded look.
I slip my fingers inside my blouse. He runs his hand over his mouth.
I bite my bottom lip and touch my nipple.
He lets out a gruff sound that has the other two people glancing at him. He covers it up with a cough and shoots me a dark look.
I can’t help but grin like a maniac.
I run my hand down my front, straight to my crotch, and rub myself there.
Liam’s eyes go wide, and he closes the distance between us.
We all exit the elevator on the same floor, and I am dying—dying—to get to our room. He’s got his hand just above my elbow in a firm grip, and we’re practically marching to the room. My blouse is still flopping open a bit, and he’s kind of growling as we go. Quickly. Walking very quickly to our room.
I’m giddy with anticipation.
The door is barely closed before he’s got me up against the wall, my arms pulled taut above my head, wrists trapped by one of his hands.
“You’re a wicked tease,” he growls.
And I grin with delight, but that dissolves into pure, mind-exploding lust when he nips my throat and thrusts his knee between my legs, rubbing my pussy with his thigh, making me gasp. “You deserve to be punished for that.”
“O-o-h-h y-yeah?” My voice is shaky. His grip is so tight and my body is pulled so high that I’m almost on my tiptoes.
He rips open my blouse. “I’m going to make you scream my name by the time I’m done with you.” He pushes my bra up until my tits pop out, then he’s rolling his finger and thumb over and over my hard buds. “You like to play with your tits?” He’s pinching hard enough to make me cry out, to make me thrust my pussy against his leg, begging with my body for him to give me what I need. “You want me to make you scream?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp. “Please!”
“No touching,” he orders when he releases my arms. “Lock your hands behind your head.”
I do as he says, feeling a rush of excitement all over again. He’s in control, and I like it.
Within seconds, he’s got my pants undone and around my ankles, and my panties go, too, both torn out from under my feet so that I’m bare from the waist down. He pushes me to the side, urging my ass onto the credenza and spreading my legs wide.
I’m dizzy with desire. I want to run my fingers over his body, help him undress. But the look in his eyes reminds me to keep my hands clasped behind me. Keep my tits jutting. He licks his lips and then lowers himself to his knees. It’s not a submissive stance for him. Oh no. This is all about power.
He spreads my pussy lips apart with his thumbs, rubbing up, coating me with my juice, and just when I’m about to beg him to lick me, he does, one long, lingering lick along my slit, straight to my clit.
He moans. I do, too. I need to feel him there. I want his tongue on me, in me, making me scream.
He sucks so hard that I see stars. He’s got one hand up, playing with my nipple, and the other hand inside, pumping my g-spot, and it’s got to be all the best things I’ve ever felt happening at the same time. He’s relentless, pumping me, licking me, sucking me off so that I’m writhing, I’m bucking. I’m ready to scream.
I just can’t stop my orgasm from railroading over me. It pulses so quickly, so uncontrollably, that it takes me by surprise. Him, too, I think, because he’s not stopping. He keeps going, and so does my climax. It’s so much sensation, so much pleasure, I just can’t—
“Liam!”
He lets it ride for an eternity, and when I’m done, finally rung out and my legs stop shaking, he pulls himself back and stands up. Then he’s touching me, kissing me, caressing the back of my neck, pulling me into his arms for a deep kiss. And I’m melting. Totally, completely melting for this man.
It’s the constant touching that makes me feel that this whole thing is real. Very convincing. Almost too convincing because, really, when I think about Monday night, when it all has to end, I get a kick in my gut that doesn’t feel all that great.
But that’s a little more than forty-eight hours away and not something I want to think about. Not right now.
“I want to get your body wet and soapy,” he says gruffly.
I look up at him through my lashes, imagining what his body will look like all covered in suds. “What are you waiting for, then?”
He continues to look down at me, his dark eyes almost unblinking. “I’m having fun here, Maggie.” He says it like he wishes he wasn’t.
“Okay.”
“I like you.” Again, his tone says that he wishes it weren’t the case. Like he’s disappointing me somehow.
And I understand what he means because I like him, too. More than I should for a weekend boyfriend.
A dozen things cross my mind to say back to him. Reassurances that I’m not going to go all clingy on him. Jokes about what a good sport he’s being. But it all just sounds lame, so instead of speaking, I push up, making sure my tits brush against his chest, and wrap my arms around his neck, and then I kiss him. Mouth open, tongue delving, I am in him and he’s in me, and I press our bodies close together so he knows that I’m feeling the same way. That I kinda don’t really want this weekend to end.
We take our clothes off slowly. What’s left of mine and all of his. Peeling things one by one from each other, we only part
long enough to get some condoms and turn on the water. The shower steams up pretty quickly. I’ve never had shower sex before, mainly because my shower isn’t one that would fit two bodies, especially when one of them is the size and height of Liam. But this shower, it could fit four people comfortably. The walls are a marbled kind of tile, and there are jets of water coming from the ceiling and the sides.
The second I step in, I’m enveloped in heat, but I still shiver because Liam is right behind me. His hand comes around my front and lays against my stomach. I can feel his cock against my back, hard, nudging me, and I moan because I remember what it was like to suck on him, to taste his cum, and I want to do that again. “I want to blow you again.”
I can feel him shake his head. “No, baby, I have other plans right now.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond because he moves me to the wall and urges my hips back and up. With my hands against the tile, I can arch into him, giving him access to my pussy. He lifts me slightly, pulling me up higher, and then he slides in, and my muscles clench down hard.
We moan, letting the water sluice over our bodies, letting his cock settle into my sheath. He brings his hands up, sliding over my hips and sides, until he reaches my breasts. With both his hands cupping me, I feel the heat of his embrace. Impaled by his cock and possessed by his hands, I feel like we belong like this, together, unified…which I know is dangerous territory. Too many thoughts like this, too many reasons to fantasize about something more, especially when I think Liam is feeling it, too.
I rock back into him, letting my mind drift to safer things. The pleasure of our bodies touching in so many ways. His heat, his strength. I move so that the width of his cock stretches and rubs my clit, giving me just enough friction to satisfy that itch but not enough to ratchet me up too quickly. “Oh my God, you’re huge. I love your cock, Liam.”
He rolls his hips, sliding out slowly then slamming me back hard. With this angle, he can rub my g-spot, and each time he glides in, I feel it like a jolt to my most sensitive nerves.
“Do you now?” he rumbles.
My body is tingling despite the heat all around me. I try to nod. “I like feeling your cum slide down my throat. I like how you stretch my pussy out. I like when you grind my clit.”
He’s holding my breasts but slipping his fingers down so he can flick at my aching nipples. They’re so hard, craving his rough movements and soothing caresses.
“I like it when you make me scream.”
His thrusts grow more urgent, and he’s slamming me so hard that my hands are slipping across the tile. I throw my head back and moan, and he lifts his hand to take my hair and wrench my head back farther, bringing me upright at the same time. His lips are on my throat, biting and then kissing, licking the water that glides down my skin. Every sensation is intensified with each stroke of his cock, my nipples throb, and I want all of him, in me, on me, surrounding me.
“You’re a dirty girl, Maggie,” he growls against my ear, and it makes me shiver. He’s still got my hair in his hand, and he twists my head back even farther, turning me so he can look me in the eye. “You have wicked thoughts.”
I bite my bottom lip and try to nod.
“But only about me.” He says it like it’s a fact, which it is. He is the only man I’m thinking about. And then he closes his lips over mine, and a feeling of possession slides through me, like he’s claimed me in some way. I like it…I like it a lot.
It’s an awkward angle, so when he releases my lips, I slump a little, trying to get my footing. He spins me around quickly, crushing our bodies together, lifting my leg up higher, and forcing me back against the wall. My feet are barely touching the floor when he enters me again, pumping me hard and fast, his hands on my ass holding me up, his body moving with such power that I’m gasping each time he rolls into me.
My orgasm ratchets up to impossible heights, a coil of pleasure that sparks along all my nerve endings, taking me higher and higher with each thrust. When he comes, I feel the heat of it even though he’s wearing a condom. I feel the ridged pulse of his dick and his groan of release pushing me over the edge as well. My body spasms, my pussy quivers, and I don’t think I will ever experience this kind of thorough fucking again in my life.
We collapse into one another, arms around each other in a hug as we catch our breaths. I’ve never felt this way before. Not the sex or the emotions I’m feeling now. I want to spend more time with Liam. I want to learn more about him. I want to know what he likes to do and why he’s so damn willing to keep me happy when he’s only known me for such a short time.
“Where did you go to school?” I ask lazily as I trace circles around his chest, over the plane of his pecs and around his nipple.
He chuckles and halts my roving fingers. “Here and there.” He motions for me to turn around and then grabs a bottle of shampoo and gobs some into my hair.
This is another thing I’ve never done before, hairdressers aside. I have never let someone else wash me. And he’s really good at it. Rubbing the shampoo in, massaging my scalp, it’s a sensation that I know shouldn’t be sensual but so totally is. His fingers work me over, even down to my neck where he kneads away some lingering tension in my muscles.
“Here and there in Boston?”
“A bit.”
I frown. “A bit, like you dabbled in school?” I don’t think I’d ever met anyone who wasn’t totally focused on education in some way.
“I dabbled.” He chuckles. “Yeah, that sounds better than I failed miserably and dropped out.” He moves me under the spray of water and runs his fingers through my hair, getting all the soap out. “For my line of work, though, I haven’t really needed anything I didn’t learn by sixth grade.”
He pulls me back toward him and proceeds with the conditioner.
“What about your family? Did any of your brothers finish school?”
He snorts.
“Gosh, I couldn’t even imagine that option. With my mom’s emphasis on success, school was just a mandatory assumption.”
“Everyone has a different path.” He lathers up my hair once again, and my mind goes blank for a few minutes as I get lost in the sensation of his fingers massaging my scalp. “My younger brother, Ronan—he finished high school.”
“But not college.”
“Nope but he’s a bit of a super geek, so I’m not sure college would have given him anything he doesn’t already have.”
“You should tell my mother that.” I laugh. “She thinks that the only way you can be successful is if you spend loads of money at school for more years than you can afford and then somehow, miraculously, you’ll land the job of a lifetime and never have to worry again. You and your brothers are clearly successful. I mean, you seem to have money, at least.”
“I do. And yes, there are more ways than school to make a living. Your mom wants you in law.” He moves me to the water again and rinses my hair out.
“Or something like that. She doesn’t approve of my degree. She thinks I need grad work.”
“But you think you should get started in your field.”
“I think experiential learning is the best way to succeed. Grad school doesn’t guarantee anything anyway, and it’s too expensive.”
“But she likes to brag about her accomplished daughters.”
“Yeah, and so far I haven’t given her much to brag about, I guess.”
He turns me around and smiles down at me. “Until me. Your successful-appearing boyfriend.”
“Until you.” I smile back. “She hasn’t mentioned a thing about my withering uterus or my sagging boobs with you here. Old age…it’s coming for me…”
He cups one breast from below and grins. “Nothing saggy about these boobs.” He rubs his thumb over my nipple, scraping his nail along the sensitive flesh. I wince at the sharp pain. Then he leans down and kisses me there. Gently. Te
nderly. And my body revs up once again.
I run my fingers up his stomach, tracing along his abs, smirking at how his cock bobs up between us. He straightens and brings his hands around my body, pulling me against him. “Let’s get out of here before we both get soggy.”
I laugh and nod, reaching behind me to turn the water off as he reaches over to snag a big fluffy towel. He wraps me up quickly then lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. He’s so strong. His powerful arms hold me up effortlessly even though I’m not the skinniest girl around. He doesn’t care about my extra rolls or my huge boobs and plump ass. If anything, he seems to love every part of my body.
There’s no judgment. No criticism. Not from Liam.
Looking at him from this angle gives me thoughts…not unwelcome thoughts…but ones maybe too farfetched even for me. I don’t want this to end. It feels so good, every part of it, and I want to keep him. Maybe I can? I mean, why can’t I?
“You look tired.” He lays me on the bed, climbing up after me while at the same time peeling the towel back from my damp skin. “Maybe you should take a nap.”
He’s kissing along my collarbone, his fingers rubbing the towel down my stomach, over my pussy, and along my slit.
I arch into his kiss, his touch igniting the fire in my core once again.
“There is no way I’m sleeping now.”
His chuckle is deep and guttural. I gasp as he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard.
“Liam,” I pant. “I thought you said I deserved a punishment,” I say. “Eating me out and giving me a thorough fucking in the shower was hardly a punishment.”
He pulls his mouth away, my nipple pops out from his lips, and I’m rewarded with that smoldering look that makes lust rush through my body.
It’s hard for me to keep eye contact. I want to look away, but I force myself to be bold. “Maybe I need to be spanked,” I say with a big gulp. I said it; it actually came out of my mouth. I want him to spank me. I want to see that dark glint in his eyes.
The look he’s giving me is full of lust and heat and all the dangerous things I’m craving. “Head down, ass up.”
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