Chapter 15
Toby
“Well, this is it,” I said. “Not quite as big as yours, but it’s roomy enough for me.” I stepped aside so Liza could walk into my apartment.
I showed her the two bedrooms, the bathrooms, and living room and kitchen.
“It’s nice,” she said. “I like the way you decorated.” Mostly I’d just put things out that made me feel comfortable. Comfortable blankets and pictures of my family and friends back home.
“I need a shower,” I said. “Make yourself comfortable. Relax.”
She nodded but didn’t say much else. I left her in the living room, relaxing on my sofa, and headed to the bathroom in my bedroom.
When I came out of the shower, Liza was sitting on my bed. “How’d you figure out Dax was roaming around here?” she asked.
I could smell the worry coming off her, and her eyes didn’t look buzzed anymore. I sighed and sat beside her, then took her hand. “I saw Dax in the lobby the night of our first date. I went to Porter to see if there was anything we could do. I wanted to make sure I could protect you the right way.”
She grimaced. “Dax is an idiot. And what do you mean the right way?”
Whoops. I hadn’t said that right. “I mean, without using physical violence against him.”
She nodded, accepting my answer. “I don’t know where this behavior is coming from. He was never like this when we were actually together. If anything, he’d always been passive about our relationship.”
“Men have a bad tendency to see their losses a bit too late. Maybe he’s feeling that. But it’s no excuse for him to stalk and harass you.” I laughed. “Not that I care how Dax feels. You’re mine now, and I’m not stupid enough to let you go.”
She smiled and met my gaze. “And when did I agree to be yours?”
I leaned closer to Liza, watching her face for signs that she didn’t want me to kiss her, but there was nothing in her expression to keep me away. Instead, her lips just held the merest hint of challenge. A challenge I couldn’t wait to swallow.
Her mouth was soft, and I inhaled involuntarily as a now familiar spark at our contact lit inside me.
She grinned against me, this woman who challenged me, who made me want her, who could own me simply with a look or a gesture.
I redoubled my efforts to captivate her, deepening our kiss, luxuriating in the feel of her mouth and the way she responded when my tongue explored every surface of it. I could afford to take my time. I could love her properly.
Her heartrate kicked up, and her breathing increased as she kissed me back, her fingers almost painful against my scalp as she clutched fistfuls of my hair. With a groan, she swung a leg over my lap, straddling me, and the scent of her arousal filled my nose as she ground against me.
Fuck. I was hard for her right away. Always hard. Ready to take her, fill her, move inside her. I swallowed my own groan of need. I had a point to make.
By the time she drew away, her chest was heaving as she sucked air in. Although she didn’t stop moving over me, the gentle roll of her hips sinuous, promising so much more, as she gripped the front of my shirt.
“This is how I know.” I gripped her hips, not caring if I looked or sounded smug. My words were breathless enough that she knew how much she affected me too.
She laughed and stood, leaving me sitting with my pants tented and my state of arousal obvious. “Shower with me?” She held out her hand, but the real invitation was in her smile.
I bit back my immediate yes and looked at her carefully instead. “Are you sure? You’ve had a couple of drinks.”
She glared at me a little, a cute little crease forming between her eyebrows. “Perfectly sure. I’m pleasantly buzzed rather than fall down drunk… and I’d kinda like to buzz all over your cock, if you’ll let me. Buuut, if you’re not interested…” She let her hand drop and turned slowly away.
I watched her go, my hand roaming idly over the front of my pants, trying to decide if I needed to offer my sympathies to my cock because we’d get no action tonight or maybe give it some unexpected attention, so I didn’t leap on Liza when she returned from her shower.
But then the shower turned on and I had a sudden image of Liza, naked, under the spray and I’d left the bed before I could even think things through.
I walked into the bathroom, already filling with warm steam, undressing as I went.
Liza was stepping into the shower as I pushed the door closed, and she turned to face me, watching me as I shoved my pants down and stepped out of them.
“Something change your mind?” She grinned and ran a hand over one of her breasts, slicking her skin with water.
A growl rumbled through me. Letting my little head do the thinking was always gonna get me in trouble.
I caught her around the waist as I stepped in behind her, and she squealed a little as my cock rested against one of her ass cheeks. She reached between us to grip it, and I groaned into her hair.
“Liza…” I worked my hands down over her breasts, lazily stroking my thumbs over her nipples and she arched her body, pushing further into my hands, her ass closer against my cock. I groaned again.
She twisted in my arms, taking her hand off me, and I groaned for a different reason.
The loss of her touch was almost physical pain.
She lifted onto her toes and kissed my mouth, the gesture quick and chaste, before she dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands already back on my dick.
I inhaled sharply as she looked up at me, her face just out of the shower spray, her eyes big and wide.
She was like some kind of goddess in front of me. Fuck. My cock twitched under her scrutiny, and she caressed it lightly, running both hands up and down it and cupping my balls. I sighed at the heat she stoked inside me as I tried to bring my breathing back under control.
She darted forward and kissed the tip before laying a long lick up my shaft, right from my balls. I exhaled a shaky breath and rested a gentle hand on her head. Not urging her forward or letting her take my weight… just connecting with her. Letting her know that I liked what she was doing.
She lifted up a little and opened her mouth, and I watched her lips stretch around the head of my cock.
Watching was as erotic as the feeling, that wet softness of her mouth enveloping me.
She pulled back quickly before bobbing lower the next time she took me, and I sucked in a breath on the third time.
Her tongue slid down the underside of my shaft as her lips moved lower, and her hand stroked up to meet them.
Shit. I could barely breathe. And my hips started to move.
Just a little… But it felt so good. I tried to still so she could control it all, but she grabbed my ass with her free hand and started exaggerating my rhythm, pulling me in and releasing me so I could move out.
Again and again, faster and faster until my breath started to come in spurts, and I had to pull away.
“Liza.” Her name was little more than a gasp. “We have to stop. You’ll make me come.”
She looked up at me, her lips still resting against my body, and I wanted to grasp her hair and put my cock right back where it felt so good. She grinned up at me like she knew exactly what I wanted, and I reached for her upper arms.
“I want to be inside you,” I whispered, and as she stood, I caressed her breasts, her nipples hardening immediately at my touch.
She stepped closer to me, pressing her body along mine, and my cock twitched against her.
“Inside me, huh?” she murmured as she pressed kisses along my jaw. “Promises, promises.”
I slid a hand from her hip to where her thighs parted, working my fingers between her legs. “You’re very wet.” My desire rocketed.
She shrugged. “I like sucking you.” More kisses along my jaw, like her words hadn’t just made me that hardest I’d been in my life.
As I pressed a palm to the tile behind her head and used my other hand to lift her leg over my hip, I lowered my head and kissed her. I couldn’t get enough of her. The feel of her, her beauty, her scent as it surrounded me everywhere in my life.
I leaned into the tile until my forearm cushioned Liza’s back from the cold porcelain, and I nudged the tip of my cock against her entrance, searching for just the right spot. She reached between us.
“Nearly.” She grinned.
Then I was there, sliding inside, and I groaned. Fuck, she felt so good. She gasped, rising up on her tiptoes, making herself almost inaccessible before she sank back down, taking all of me at once.
Breathing hard, I waited a beat before moving inside her, savoring the moment of pure perfection. Then Liza grew impatient and rocked against me.
“Move, damn you,” she muttered. “Move and make me come.”
I smiled, nice and slow. Like I planned to fuck her. Challenge accepted. I reached between her legs once more and strummed a finger over her clit as I rocked backward and forward teasing strokes with my cock mirrored by my finger. She tried to move faster but I held back.
“Let it build,” I said. My tattoo burned with the need to claim her, flaming heat up my arm, but I gritted my teeth against it as my mouth hovered over her neck.
It would be so easy. Instead, I parted my lips and gave her an open-mouthed kiss, sucking her soft skin into my mouth and marking her as mine.
I gave her a row of my marks to wear, and she bucked against me, urging me faster until my need to go slow slipped away.
I thrust into her faster as she gasped and writhed against me.
She grew wetter and my balls tightened. I would lose control any moment.
“Come for me, Liza. Please come.” I tensed my jaw as my breathing forced itself out of me and I sucked in fresh air.