Holiday Home (A Harem Fantasy #5)

Chapter Eighteen

Before a Goodnight

L iam actually hadn’t purchased most of the chess books he owned. Of his four, he’d only purchased one—Silman’s book, specifically. After noticing how invested he’d suddenly become, Grant had gotten him one only a week ago—and another friend had followed suit. They’d primarily meant it as a joke, a “here, enjoy your spring break with some boring books on chess.” Instead, it was going to help him continue impressing one of the sexiest women alive.

If the room had come with internet, he probably wouldn’t have even considered digging for the books in his suitcase. Instead, he would have gotten on his laptop, thrown in some earbuds, and continued his usual route of learning chess—through videos and online lessons. He’d brought them along as reading material for the beach, expecting that there’d be some downtime in his days. With the five of them together on a warm beach, bathing in the sun, Liam wanted something to do. That would have been these books, which might also strike up some interest from Tess and Victoria.

For it to happen on the very first night, his luck must be holding firm. He decided to push it a little, even.

“So, our deal starts when you get into bed, right?” Liam said. “Not just when the lights go off and we head to sleep.”

Having obtained her book already and begun heading toward the suite’s massive bed, Victoria glanced back at him. He was on one knee, searching in his suitcase for where he’d placed the stack of books.

“If you’d like, I could stay out of the bed and read over at the dining room table.”

He understood her point. “I’ve enjoyed quite a bit about tonight, but you’re pushing it right now.”

So, he closed his mouth and let her finish heading back to the other room. Finding one of his books a few seconds later, he pursued her. She was already under the covers, leaning against her pillows as she thumbed through her book to the page she’d left off at. However, she’d also plumped his pillows up, preparing for when he slid into the covers beside her and did the same thing.

With the suite’s sliding doors shut, their view of the outside was delegated to one of the numerous Fijian-style windows. They had long, thick slats, currently left open, because who would close them while in a location like this? This was a place of absolute privacy, especially their suite. They didn’t need to worry about anyone or anything. It was just the two of them.

It was just the two of them, Liam repeated in his head.

Rounding the bed, he glanced at her, and she at him. Only for a moment, just registering his presence, and then she returned to reading her book. She didn’t look up as he climbed into bed beside her. Liam did his best to match her aplomb, opening his book to the admittedly early section he was still in and trying to focus on piece configurations and back-rank defense variations, not the incredibly voluptuous woman sitting next to him.

Was he the first person in history to experience that struggle? Very possibly.

They sat in relative silence for the better half an hour. They could still hear the soft ebb and flow of the ocean, but it was more hypnotic than distracting. Staring at the chess positions inked onto most pages, reading the thoughts of one of the greatest chess players of all time above and below it, he did his best—and his best was somehow good enough—to keep from side-eyeing Victoria.

This meant he hadn’t noticed that the gorgeous, olive-skinned professor had stopped reading her book.

“Do you feel like you’re learning?”

Liam nearly started. Spoken softly or not, the question jolted him as though Victoria had placed an ice cube on the back of his neck. Looking up from his current lesson, he found Victoria leaning slightly toward him, eyes scanning the page he’d been reading.

“I think so,” Liam said, though he was slightly hesitant in doling out his praise. Based on the book's first half, it seemed almost entirely to focus on back-rank mates and tactical patterns. Unfortunately, he’d already spent hours and hours learning about these things through videos, online puzzles, and practice. So, the book had so far felt more like a review. He’d picked up one or two new things, but not as many as he might have hoped.

“A little under your current level?” Victoria keenly asked.

“I… think so. Do the puzzles in it get harder at the end?”

“Slightly, but not by much. When I was learning chess at a younger age than you, I read it in the library early on. I much preferred Irving Chernev’s Logical Chess: Move by Move. I’d set up my board and follow along.”

Victoria smiled softly, favoring the memories of her youth momentarily.

“Once you head back to your dorm, you could borrow my copy and see if it works for you. When I was your age, technology was just beginning to reach a state where learning through online videos, articles, and so on was on the rise. At this point, especially with chess’s unexpectedly meteoric rise in popularity over the past couple of years, those might just now be the best ways to learn the game.”

“Even if that’s true, I still know my favorite way of learning.”

“Losing repetitively to me and Tess?” Victoria said, “checking” him before he could make his move.

“I have one win in there,” he reminded her. “It made all the losses worth it.”

“It did?”

“Unequivocally.”

A word that would have made Avril throw her head back at him and laugh. But for the right opponent, it was the right move. In response, Victoria only snorted softly, but the glimmer of a smile remained afterward. It was still there as she reached over, plucked the slightly disappointing book out of his hands, placed it on top of hers, and then moved both over to her nightstand.

“I’m ready for bed,” the stunning woman said. “Are you?”

“No” was the honest answer.

“Yes,” he said instead.

Instead of turning off her nightstand lamp and directing him to do the same, Victoria climbed out of bed. Liam’s heart took off in a dead sprint. In a truncated replay of how strip poker had gone, the incredibly well-endowed professor removed her shirt. In what he assumed—he saw her and Anna with many similarities—was an uncharacteristic move, she dropped it onto the ground. As it disappeared from his view, hidden by the other side of the massive bed they’d be sharing tonight, she began to wiggle her wide hips and escape her shorts.

Back to just underwear, where she’d been when this deal had been struck.

The older woman looked at him, saw how desperately he hoped for her to stay true to her word, and then removed them both. First came off her sports bra, imitating how things had gone on the other side of their bedroom’s sliding doors. The most amazing tits in existence reappeared before him. God, they really might be able to fully hide his entire cock between them. They had an ideal shape, curving on the top and a little rounder on the bottom, with dark areolae surrounding nipples he couldn’t wait to harden and play with. Salivating over Victoria’s massive breasts as he was, he was slow in redirecting his attention when she began completing her promise.

Avril would have been pissed. Not just because the “sanctity” of her game had been undone by the deal Liam and Victoria had made, but that only he was around to see the dark-haired professor become fully nude. As the woman who’d invited Tess to become her workout partner, Victoria must have had this body for years.

Idiot, what are you even thinking? a voice called out in his mind. You’ve seen what she looked like a decade ago!

She’d been perfect then, and she was perfect now. Heart pounding, Liam discovered a problem he’d experienced numerous times with the group's bustiest woman. Where should he look?

Tonight, though, the issue was different. He could look anywhere he wanted, and he didn’t feel ashamed for doing so for even a second. But he couldn’t cover every part of her dizzyingly curvaceous body all at once, which turned the problem of embarrassment into one of physical limitations.

Making matters worse, Victoria didn’t give him nearly long enough to ogle her stunning figure. After a few seconds, leaving all her clothes by the bed, she climbed back under the covers. Closer to him, which he liked. But with much of her smooth, unblemished skin now covered up again.

Victoria looked at him, undoubtedly seeing the conflicting emotions he was experiencing. Her calm, disaffected stare did little to soothe him. In another life, she would have made a hell of a dominatrix.

Something scratched at his brain. What it was, he couldn’t recall. Yet it grew in intensity rather than fading. Harder, faster, like a dog’s paws churning through the sand to dig a hole and find the bone it’d hidden hours ago.

Only then did Liam remember the plan he’d come up with. In a rush of covers and limbs, Liam hopped out of bed. Victoria watched him silently, though her eyebrows came together, slightly confused that he was now fleeing from her side.

That evaporated when Liam began removing his clothes. Very hastily. At this point, he was a train plugging ahead at full speed, and he lacked the brakes to slow himself down. Only once his clothes hit the floor did he manage to delay his return to bed. Standing, he let Victoria look—and she did look.

“I don’t recall this being part of our deal,” Victoria said, eyes trailing down his chest, his abdomen, lingering slightly on an erection that was honestly beginning to hurt a little bit. He’d spent more of his night aroused than not, and he’d yet to relieve himself of the tension roiling within it. He felt a pinch in his balls, an ache that only one act could dispel.

For now, he ignored all that. Shrugging, he started climbing back into bed, though he made sure Victoria could keep staring at his cock until the last moment. After that, the covers only sort of smothered it; a large shape pushed up their comforter at the area around his groin.

“Is it a problem if I sleep like this?” he asked, beginning to flatten his pillows out, acting like everything happening was what he was used to. Which was technically accurate, assuming he swapped this professor for another one.

Victoria eyed him silently but ultimately began doing the same thing with her pillows. A cold war ensued. Neither of them spoke. Not as they finished “making up” their side of the beds, in what might be the most performative example of doing so this side of a bad sitcom. Their eyes met briefly, but neither of them budged. Thus, they could only finish what Liam had started, and each of them reached to turn off their respective nightlamps.

The darkness was hardly smothering. Due to the plentitude of light pouring through their windows, it was brighter than Liam usually preferred. Yet, sleep wasn’t really on his mind—or physically possible—to begin with.

Even with his eyes shut, he was aware of her presence. Aware of her shape, her beauty, the intense feelings of desire coursing through him, frightening away all other thoughts. Minus the rampant horniness, he wondered if this was how Anna felt every night, so awake in bed, unable to bring her thoughts under control long enough for her to drift off. He’d be doing none of that. He was floating down the most vicious rapids, hurled about in every direction, coming close time and time again to being thrown off his weary raft.

“I can hear your heartbeat like you’ve put your chest against my ear,” Victoria said, shattering the apparently already shattered silence in the room.

Liam searched for the right words. The woman beside him didn’t sound annoyed, like he was also keeping her up. He chewed on his thoughts, considering his options. Eventually, he relaxed the tension in his shoulders and simply spoke from the heart.

“Well, I’m just really turned on right now, so I’m having trouble calming myself down.”

He heard the sound of shifting sheets. Turning his head, he found Victoria lying on her side, eyes staring intensely into his. The comforter outlined her glorious curves, showing off what was hidden beneath. For a second, she resembled a masterwork sculpture, holding herself still and silent.

“You never escaped during or after our game and did anything to calm yourself down,” Victoria said, no hesitance at all in pointing this out.

Blushing slightly, he shook his head. “No, I didn’t.”

“It’s been hours then, hasn’t it?”

Liam swallowed. She certainly wasn’t taking any steps to lessen the fervorous boom of his heartbeat. “Yes. Hours.”

“You didn’t ask anyone else to help you before they left.”

“No, I didn’t,” he said, voice cracked and dry. The room’s comfortable temperature pushed into sweltering.

“And you haven’t made any attempt since they departed to handle your… problem. Even though it’s time to sleep. Why not?”

He was enthralled by every soft word, held in place by the sheer beauty of her unblinking stare. How he wanted her—all of her. Right now, tomorrow, the rest of the week, when they flew back to the States.

“Because,” Liam said softly, experiencing the culmination of months of preparation and the confidence it brought, “I was hoping you’d do it for me.”

Victoria’s response was immediate and twofold.

“Why would I do that?” she asked.

At the same time, her arm shifted. A second later, her fingertips brushed against his outer thigh.

Like a haphazard rocket built from scraps and outdated parts, jittering wildly right before takeoff, Liam did everything he could to keep himself together. He focused on breathing at a regular pace, not getting too ahead of himself. However, Avril’s words infiltrated his mind. The advice she’d given him right before departing. She could be the most devilish woman he knew, but so often, she was also an endless oasis for a man dying of thirst.

“Because you really liked how big my cock looked,” he said. “And this is your chance to check.”

Victoria glanced toward the lump under his side of the covers—a short but meaningful look.

“It was rather large,” Victoria calmly said.

Her fingers climbed up to the top of his thigh.

How far should he go? How quickly should he get there? Heart stampeding in him, his carnal thoughts were almost vicious, shredding any hint of hesitance he might have called forth, like a dog eviscerating its most hated pillow with powerful head shakes.

However, he remembered how passionately Tess and Victoria had kissed, and his courage renewed itself.

“Tess seems to think so,” Liam said. “And I know you value her opinion very highly.”

Amusement crinkled the corners of Victoria’s eyes. “You can’t help it, can you? Bragging about somehow captivating an older woman—a lauded professor, at that. It’s just part of a young man’s biology.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve captivated two lauded professors,” Liam retorted.

Victoria’s fingertips, warm and soft, glided a few inches up his thigh. Closer, closer, leaving him so burning hot that steam might start to hiss as he melted through the sheets and mattress under him.

“You’ve intrigued two lauded professors,” Victoria corrected. “No slight against her, but based on how long she thrashed about in such a loveless marriage, Tess might not be as demanding of her partners as I am.”

“Maybe,” Liam said. “But you’re getting me after I learned a lot of lessons from her, so you’re really getting to benefit from all her hard work.”

“That’s one way of looking at things,” Victoria said. Her fingertips climbed higher, stopping mere inches from his groin. “Are you as focused on improvement there as you are in chess?”

“Even more so,” he promised.

Victoria swirled her fingers in small circles on his skin, which forced a shiver through him. She smiled, and it was more beautiful than the stars overhead.

“There is one rule,” she said.

“What is it?” he croaked, needing more. He might rupture in two if she withdrew her fingers.

“Tonight, you cannot touch me with your hands. Not until you’re ready to give me the massage you’ve hyped up so immensely. If you break that rule, this ends immediately.”

Not realizing the struggles this stipulation would cause him just minutes from now, Liam hastily signed the older woman’s contract with a nod. It was the danger of making deals too quickly. He saw only the short-term benefits, not the long-term price.

But the former was simply too much for him to resist. Because after he nodded, within seconds, in fact, Victoria brought her fingers in and finally laid them on his cock.

Her touch was gentle, her nails gliding over the side of his cock as she repositioned her fingers and touched the underside of the hottest, hardest part of his body. With only her fingertips contacting it, she slowly lowered them until they found his balls. Rather than exploring there, however, she retraced her steps, then kept climbing. All the way to the tip, where precum had been spilling out of his cock for minutes.

Down again, over one side, over the other side, around, around, around. All while staring into his eyes, holding him captive with just a look.

“It is impressively large,” Victoria eventually whispered.

“It’ll make for a good fit between your tits,” Liam said.

“Perhaps,” Victoria said, fingers still tracing his rigid manhood. He was sensitive enough for even this gentle touch to rattle his stability. “But my tits are a reward for the men who truly impress me. And size is only one component of having an impressive cock, Liam. Perhaps the least important one, in fact. What use is an expensive car without tires?”

“None at all,” he said, voice hoarse. “But you can take your test drive, Victoria. You won’t be let down.”

Shifting slightly closer, Victoria took him up on his offer. Her fingertips glided along the underside of his cock once more, but then she slid her hand forward, rubbing the lengths of her fingers against him. All the way, in fact, only stopping once his cock sat against her palm. Afterward, Victoria lifted her hand. The covers shifted as she pushed them slightly up, and Liam’s stomach churned as she began smearing precum around his glans. It caused him to lose focus briefly.

After all, although he wasn’t allowed to touch her with his hands, there were no rules about her only using one hand on him.

As her other hand surrounded the base of his shaft, Liam inhaled sharply. Victoria’s subtle smile reappeared as she began slowly rubbing her thumb up and down the underside of his shaft. Swirls on top, lightly touching him everywhere. Ascents, descents. It was all so maddening.

His cock twitched gleefully, experiencing its second taste of the paradise promised by Fiji. This was the honeymoon suite after all, so it only made sense. Even if he wasn’t married to either of the women with whom he’d gotten intimate today.

“So far, so good,” Victoria whispered, shifting even closer to him. She placed her breasts mere inches from his arm as if she were trying to goad him into losing control and ruining what was happening.

He wouldn’t fall victim to his own impatience. He could wait until tomorrow. He could. He had to.

“I told you,” he said, though she had him in such a state that he hardly sounded composed. “You won’t be disappointed. You’re going to want a ride every night.”

Victoria rolled her eyes, but amusement, almost melodious, glimmered within their pale blue depths. “You’re jumping ahead a few steps, Liam. First, you’re talking about fucking my tits, and now you’re talking about me wanting to ride your big cock every night. I haven’t even felt how good at giving massages you are yet. Or been kissed by you.”

It wasn’t that subtle, but with her causing all the blood in his body to rush toward his cock, Liam needed her to not be that subtle.

There was only one rule. It involved his hands. Nothing else.

Liam shifted over, realizing how stupid he was. Twice now, Victoria had scooted closer. The gap between them was practically nothing. She’d all but invited him in.

With dry lips and a drier throat, he kissed Victoria. Fortunately, the lip balm she’d applied before getting into bed helped with the former. The latter would need a little more effort to resolve.

There was definitely effort. From him, eager to finally kiss her, keen to impress her in every way he could. And from her, eager to see what kind of man could make three of the women she respected willing to share him amongst themselves.

Coming at him from a slightly higher angle, Victoria pushed forward and down, pinning his head onto his pillow. Aggressive, passionate, in control, Victoria further shifted her head above his. Her breasts bumped into his arm. Without the means to use his hands, with her above him, she had complete control over him. Her eyes remained open for a moment, but then she shut them.

Her tongue came into his mouth, exploring what he could do with his. For more than a minute, that was what it did. Victoria needed no breath, no respite. She wanted to test him, so she did. Liam put up his best effort, even with her one rule restricting his best efforts. But she was intelligent, and so obviously aware of this. A good professor like her ought to grade him on a curve.

The kiss finally ended, and Victoria returned to her original position beside him. She hadn’t stopped playing with his cock, not yet beginning to truly jerk him off, but still flooding every inch of it with blissful sensations.

“You’re a good kisser,” Victoria remarked.

“I’ve had a lot of practice recently,” he admitted, far more breathless than she was. “I’ll be getting more from now on.”

“Most likely,” Victoria said. It was better than a “maybe” or “perhaps.” It was progress.

He leaned toward her and kissed her again. Another minute trickled by, every second sublime, before it ended. This one was softer, less urgent. He’d passed her first test. He was sure of it.

“You’re a good kisser too, Professor Moreno,” he said, perceptions as heightened as they’d ever been.

Victoria’s lips curled. “Are you going to make my title into a dirty thing, Liam?”

“I just want you to remember how much you can’t wait to kiss me again whenever I address you in class.”

“It sounds like you might end up with a bad grade in my class, then. Your focus won’t be on what I’m teaching, but me.”

“Is that an unusual thing?” Liam challenged. “I’ll call you a liar if you say it is.”

“For the first few weeks, it’s not,” Victoria admitted. “But those types usually fall off quickly. After they’re through with their ogling and fantasizing and realize how far behind they are, how much work it’ll take to catch up to the others, they usually drop my class.”

“Well, if I do get in trouble, at least I know where you live, so I can swing over for even more help than the others can get.”

“So, you want to focus on sex in my classroom, then studying in my home? Isn’t that a little backward?”

He shrugged. “I’ll find a balance, Professor Moreno. So that I can fuck you at both places plenty but still impress you with my grades.”

As he’d assumed at the hot spring, Professor Moreno had a taboo wish. And in him, she might finally experience it. As soon as he mentioned fucking her in her classroom, he saw her eyes dilate. Not even just a little. This time, it was obvious.

He kissed her again. She kissed him back. Her hands finished playing around with his cock. With her right, she wrapped it around his shaft, then began long, languid pumps. With her left, she swirled her thumb around the top of his glans but ultimately brought it to his balls, giving them the attention they craved.

“Big, long-lasting, and so, so hot,” Victoria purred. It was the first time he’d heard something so sultry from the composed woman. It ignited him, probably making him even hotter in her hand. “So far, so good. Very good.”

She knew he was struggling. She could feel it, having both hands on the most sensitive part of his body. He might have another few minutes, thanks to him having become rather practiced at holding back. What would she think about Tess and Avril’s competition? Would she want to get involved, perhaps?

“It’s the perfect cock for a woman like you,” he said.

“And what kind of woman am I? ” she immediately asked, running her lips along his jawline.

“The perfect kind,” he said. “But also, the kind who’s glad she didn’t wait until halfway through this trip to finally get her hands on me.”

Victoria smiled seductively. “Are you in my thoughts, Liam? Aware of my plans?”

He shivered, not solely because she’d sped up her hand’s pumping. Knowing he hadn’t been alone in planning things for this trip filled him with joy. This devastatingly sexy woman had been thinking about how she’d seduce him. He wanted to dive into those plans and discuss them at length. However, he knew he should stay focused on the present.

“I’ve known about them since you sent me that second picture of your sexy tits,” he said. “Since you gave me a peek of what you’re hoping I’ll play with during your massage tomorrow morning.”

“Mmm,” Victoria whispered, nibbling at his earlobe. “That makes me sound rather devious. Are you well-practiced at that part of the massage? Did Tess instruct you well?”

“You should ask her,” he retorted, breathing heavier and heavier as his defenses eroded. “And then see if she’ll let you make out with her again. I could tell you were really into it. You’re not jealous that I’ve been kissing her for far longer than you have, are you?”

Victoria kissed his jaw again and refused to answer. “Do you want to know what she whispered into my ear to convince me to do such a thing?”

“I doubt she needed to do much convincing.”

Victoria didn’t deny it. Still, she spilled the secret. “She said it’d make you the happiest man on the planet. She said that it’d make you so aroused that you’d have dreams of us for the rest of your life.”

Liam’s heart thudded in his throat. “She’s right.”

Faster. Victoria pumped his cock faster. Still skillful, still steady, and still incredible. He was getting close. No matter how much practice he’d obtained with the other three women he loved, he had limits. Victoria was rapidly encroaching on them.

“Clearly,” Victoria said. “A horny boy like you, surrounded by women who all so desperately want you to fuck them. It’s bound to go to your head.”

“Say you want me to fuck you, and my ego will never recover,” Liam said. “Admit it, Victoria. Professor Moreno wants to get fucked by someone who will be her student in a few more months.”

Victoria’s impassioned words inscribed themselves onto his very soul. She leaned in, warm breath against his ear, and annihilated his sense of self-control. He wasn't entirely sure whether she fully meant them or just knew his pressure point. Nevertheless, they were still diabolically effective.

“If you become one of my students, I’ll want you to fuck me even more than I already do now.”

Liam didn’t break the rule. Barely. Every urge within him yearned for him to seize her, roll her onto her back, and begin pumping his cock into her tight cunt. She’d enjoy it so much that she’d forgive him for breaking the rule. She’d love it. She’d crave it again afterward. Her lusty moans would pollute the serenity of this suite forever.

That was his fantasy, but a sliver of himself warned that this was his final test. Self-control. Respecting the rule she’d put in place. Could he do it?

Instead of giving in to his carnal urges, he used the weapons he had available to him. He pushed his mouth back in but didn’t kiss her. His mouth found her neck, kissing, sucking, biting. He felt Victoria shiver against him, her approval fusing with her lustfulness. She moaned as he found her favorite spot, then pressed her voluptuous body into him as he sucked harder.

In doing so, her thigh touched the back of his hand. Technically, she could have faulted him. She didn’t. She focused on bringing him to a climax, felt him in her palm as he prepared to ruin the covers over them, and kept on going.

However, she quickly released his balls when he finally hit an impenetrable wall. He could run no further, and the flood was at his heels.

As it slammed into him, swallowing him entirely, bliss flourishing through him in a way that left him a moaning mess, she quickly brought her left hand up to his cock’s opening and placed her palm an inch above it. As several powerful lances of his seed gushed out of his cock, her palm acted as an impassable barrier. Liam didn’t notice; that was the least of his current concerns.

He concerned himself with experiencing a mind-shattering climax. Eyes shut tight, toes curled in, he came as hard as he could remember having ever done so. The amount of cum he released was staggering, increased by how long he’d been aroused for the night. Both Victoria’s hand and his stomach were left drenched in his thick, hot cum.

Liam breathed through heavy gasps. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he needed almost thirty seconds before he could open his eyes. Vision bleary, muscles gelatinous, throat parched, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so exhausted.

Victoria remained in his peripherals, though he couldn’t yet focus on her. She wasn’t through with his cock, using slow pumps to see how much more he could pour out. As his vision came back to him, he saw the expression on her face. It almost felt too uncharacteristic for him to believe his own eyes.

Victoria Moreno, the woman of style, poise, and ice, looked almost voracious.

“So…” he said, still fighting for air. “Impressed?”

“Thoroughly,” she whispered, inciting all kinds of chaos within him with her follow-up. “I love seeing a mess all over my face and tits after I give a good titfuck. You’re going to be perfect for that.”

He stiffened. Victoria grinned.

Smearing his cum all over his cock, she began pumping it again. The lewd sounds that followed were almost loud enough to drown out the noise of the ocean. The messiness of it was too much, and Liam shuddered, still overwhelmingly sensitive so soon after cumming.

“Give me a good massage tomorrow,” Victoria said, biting her lower lip, “and I’ll let you put your cock between them. Even if the others come by, I won’t make you stop. You can keep going until I’m soaked in your cum, just like you are now.”

Liam nodded enthusiastically, then accepted Victoria’s next kiss. Wisely removing the comforter before his next climax, which let her see how much of a mess she’d forced him to make, she had him cumming again only a handful of minutes later.

And finally, after dragging himself to the bathroom to clean himself up, marveling the whole time at what had just transpired, Liam was exhausted enough to fall asleep immediately.