14. Liam
Liam
Watching Amy submit is a greater thrill than any victory I've ever achieved before.
I'm observing for any sign of tension, but there's nothing.
Nathan continues to yammer, and I lean forward to whisper in her ear, "Are you okay with this?"
She nods, once.
"Do you want me to stop?"
An emphatic shake of her head.
"Excuse me?" Nathan asks. "I didn't catch that."
"Don't worry about it, Nathan." I kiss down Amy's spine, reveling in her soft skin and that sexy, fruity scent she's sprayed all over herself.
Or maybe it's soap.
Shampoo?
Whatever it is, it's delectable.
Sliding a knee between her legs, I nudge them open wider. Grabbing my aching cock, I slide it through her wetness, rubbing hard against her opening and clit as her hips rock back.
I do it again, and a muffled groan comes out of her, despite her face being smashed into a pillow.
She's desperate to keep quiet.
"Sir?"
"I heard you, Nathan."
"The Green Hosting—"
"Sell, and invest in WRX. They're going to replace them soon." Her slick heat is heaven, and I want nothing more than to shove into her and find ecstasy.
But I don't.
Not yet.
It's too easy for her to shove that pillow against her face when she's like this.
Giving no warning, I grab her hips and flip her over, enjoying the shocked shriek that tears from her, clearly audible even through that silly pillow.
Nathan seems to get the hint, because he pauses only for a second before continuing.
Grabbing the soft pillow from Amy, I toss it to the side. Her gorgeous green eyes glower at me, and I lean down to peck her lips softly with mine. "Still okay, baby girl?"
She scowls, but her nod reassures me. Soothes the beast within.
I'm not a horrible person.
I can't help these urges that flare every time we touch.
My lips trail from her lips to her jaw in soft, sensual kisses.
Then her neck, with the occasional bite.
Through it all, she shoves a fist against her mouth and scrunches her eyes shut, trying hard not to react.
Yet her body jolts every time I breathe against her skin.
Every time my tongue reaches out to taste her.
I slide my hands up her thighs, through the wetness that's gathered. Continuing to lower my kisses, I trail them down, over her collarbone and further, until I reach her breast.
She arches her back with a soft moan.
This time, Nathan stops for a full second, and sounds a little hoarse when he continues.
A flush of red starts from her chest and goes all the way to her hair.
Fucking adorable.
She's embarrassed.
She needs a reward for being so patient. For playing along so well.
Her nipples are soft even when they're erect, perfect little buttons to lick and nibble, sucking them into my mouth as she arches her back.
I can see her biting at her hand, and it makes my fucking cock stand at attention.
God. Fucking. Damn.
This woman.
"Sir?"
Shit. I'd stopped paying attention at some point.
"Hmm?" My mouth is full of nipple, and I'll be damned if I stop that to answer nerdy fucking Nathan.
"The Halloway account?"
God damn it.
" Fuck , Nathan. Just do your fucking job and figure it out!" Amy suddenly snaps, slamming a few fingers on the end call button.
It's the hottest thing I've ever seen a woman do.
Something snaps and we surge together in a mess of lips and teeth and tongue. I think I'm growling, and she's doing this sexy little whimper that's driving me fucking wild, and her legs are around my waist and—
Fuck .
Her hands are there, wrapped around my cock and leading me straight to the core of her. Warm, wet heat. A direct invitation. Those luscious lips sending me straight to fucking heaven.
I'm lost to it all.
I try to ease in, knowing from experience that women had to adjust to the size no matter how much foreplay was involved.
There's a hint of pain when Amy grunts into my mouth, and I slide a hand between us to rub against her clit, breaking away from our kiss to growl words into her ear.
"So good, baby girl. Just open up and take me in. Just like that, angel. Fuck, you feel so good."
"So do you," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulder. "Stop taking it so fucking slow."
"I don't want to hurt you, angel. Relax."
Her ankles cross behind me, still encased in those sexy fucking heels of hers, and she lifts her hips, pulling me in without warning.
My cock slides home, where it belongs, and I see fucking stars.
"More," she demands, despite the pain I can see on her face.
" Wait , angel. Relax."
"No. I need more. Right now. Just fuck me already. Jesus fucking Christ!"
The way she's trying to climb onto my dick, shoving harder against me, it's impossible to deny what she wants.
So I don't.
Every thrust is met with an answering moan.
It's romance after dark.
It's obscene.
It's primal.
It's dirty and sexy as fuck.
It's everything I've ever wanted sex to be, and I never want it to end.
Even when my balls tighten, telling me I'm about to burst. Even when her cadence of moans and gasps increase and I can feel the walls of her vagina fluttering around me. Even when I come with a roar, desperately fighting to thrust to the very end, to give her pleasure for just that little bit longer.
I'm undone by the feel of her sweet heat tightening around me, by the way her legs flex, and by the panicked, breathless prayers that fall from her beautiful lips. "Oh, my God. Oh my God. Ohmygod. "
She screams when she shatters.
Her face scrunches up in pleasure when her orgasm hits, only to relax in the aftermath.
The rhythm of my hips slows as I'm milked clean by the greedy pull of her vagina, and only then do I realize I didn't ask her about birth control.
Shit. Way to fuck everything up. And now I have to ask her the unsexiest question ever, way too late.
"Uh. Amy…"
"Pill," she says in a languid sigh, as though already knowing what I was going to ask.
And she's right.
"Oh. That's good."
Talking in short sentences is all we can manage through the gasps.
She's caged between my arms as I keep myself lifted over her. I don't want to roll off her yet. Cuddling sounds great, actually—I want to hold her all night, if I can.
But watching her face like this?
Bliss.
Her eyes are still closed, her face relaxed. Red still flushes her cheeks. Hell, it's all over her face.
Her make-up is smudged, and that arrogant asshole inside of me loves it. She looks like she's been fucked. By me.
Like she should be.
"Liam."
"Hmm?" I lean down to nuzzle her neck.
"You're crushing my belly."
"Oh." Shit. I roll immediately, pulling her into my arms and breathing in the scent of her hair. It smells like fruit, something citrus-adjacent. Not quite the oranges I can smell all over her.
The scent of sex is everywhere, a musky, not unpleasant smell. Too bad I can't bottle it and spray her down everywhere she goes, so every man knows she's taken.
I have to clean us off. Shower. Take care of her.
But for now, I'm enjoying the cuddles.
"I need to go," Amy says abruptly, rolling out of my arms without warning.
Sitting up, I watch as she gathers her clothes. She's not quite frantic, but she's not… normal.
"Go? Go where?" Confusion draws my brows together. We had a great date. An insane connection. Amazing sex.
Now she wants to go?
Fuck, did I go too far?
My stomach hurts as the questions flash through my head. Was I too much for her? Too demanding?
"My room, of course." The look she shoots me over her shoulder seems like Amy, but she wiggles on her panties without even wiping herself off. "Lucky's going to need to be let out, and I have work in the morning. You know I can't stay here."
Actually, no, I didn't. I'd kind of expected she would. That I'd wake up to her in my arms.
"Oh," I say, not sure how else to respond.
She's out the door only a few moments later.
No kiss goodbye.
No lingering glances.
No regret at having to leave me.