Chapter 21 Liam
Liam
We decide on a chicken stir-fry for dinner as we meander through the grocery store together.
She’s got a color-coded list and a menu for the week.
There was a time not too long ago that I would have given her so much shit for that.
Not anymore. Having to handle everything myself has given me a new appreciation for her organizational skills.
“I like how you have everything organized for the week, Mads. It’s pretty impressive.” I tell her, my admiration clear.
Her cheeks pinken at the praise, as she avoids my eyes, but her breath catches.
I make a mental note to put that to the test later.
I think my girl has a praise kink. That has my cock twitching to let me know he’s a fan.
Down boy. He doesn’t listen, especially when I start to wonder how far down that blush really goes.
I subtly adjust myself and force myself to review the list instead of speculating about my girl’s potential kinks, although that’s definitely a more interesting subject.
“Thanks. I have to be organized or I’ll forget something. Which throws off my whole week.”
“Yeah, I get that.” I say with heartfelt agreement. She gives me an incredulous stare, her eyes wide.
We get through the list fairly quickly. Even with me adding my favorite protein drinks and a bag of sour gummy worms. I fucking love those things even though they’re terrible for me.
Don’t care. I sneak in a big bag of peanut M&M’s, because I know they’re her favorite.
I’m going to use all these added items as an excuse to pay for these groceries.
She rarely lets me help financially, but it’s happening today.
Ace gives us an enthusiastic greeting once we get the groceries back to Maddie’s place.
We can leave him for short periods of time in the kennel I bought for him.
I told Mads I got it from my parents’ house so she wouldn’t try to pay me back.
As it was, she offered to pay them until I reminded her that my mom would never take her money.
She knows my mom well enough to know that’s a true statement, so she eventually quit trying.
I wish she’d let me do more for her, but she’s so stubborn about money.
She unloads groceries after I volunteer to take Ace out for a quick walk.
I’d take him for a run, but I don’t want to get all sweaty.
I know sweaty athletes aren’t her favorite thing.
She was quite vocal about that when we were younger.
Although, to be fair, teenage hockey players don’t smell all that terrific even after we shower.
I tell myself it’s the equipment, but let’s be real.
It was totally us. I’ll never tell her this, but she’s the reason I started to pay more attention to hygiene back then.
No one likes their crush to tell them they stink.
Everything is on the counter for dinner prep when I get back.
I’m starving, as usual during the preseason, so I jump right into chopping veggies.
We work so seamlessly together, and I sink into the comfort of our domesticity.
Normally, we try to stay out of each other’s way, but tonight I’m throwing that out the window.
I make every touch intentional. From the hand on her lower back as I move past to the soft kiss on her cheek.
Her smile says it all, and I can tell she’s enjoying it.
Every touch takes me higher, making me harder.
I’m becoming addicted to the little intake of breath I hear when our skin connects.
Finally, I can’t take it and I step up behind her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her flush against my body.
I know she feels me when I hear her give a small gasp and she melts against me.
“You get me so worked up, baby. Can you feel how much I want you?” I whisper into the shell of her ear.
Her breath comes out in a gasp as I press my hard on into the crack of her ass, the friction of the move making me even harder.
Bending down, I plant a kiss at the crook of her neck, but she smells so fucking good.
I bury my face in her neck, pressing soft kisses all along the column of her throat, breathing her in.
I can’t get enough of the warm softness of her skin.
She breathes out a soft sigh, then flips the dial on the stove to turn off the burner.
Turning into me, she reaches up, pulling our faces close.
Our lips meet, and I can’t help my tongue from snaking out to taste her lips, begging her to open them for me.
When she does, it’s with a moan that goes straight to my already stiff cock.
I dive in as if it’s my last meal. Before I know it, I’ve pushed her up against the pantry door, pressing her soft curves against me.
My hands have a mind of their own, roaming over her body, showing my appreciation for every inch of those luscious curves.
She’s so perfect. Every inch of her is perfect.
She’s meeting me at every turn. Her own hands, hot and needy, ruck up my shirt to give her access to my chest. They feel so good, every touch, every caress spinning our need for each other higher and higher. Finally, she breaks out kiss with a laugh and a wicked smile.
“Bed. Now.” She demands.
“What about dinner?” I ask, breathless.
“Fuck. Dinner.” I grab her legs and lift.
She wraps them around my waist as I reach for that juicy ass, palming it with both hands and squeezing it like I’ve wanted to for years.
I groan into her neck at how fucking good it feels.
For fuck’s sake. I’m never going to last. If I’m not careful, I’ll come before I even get a chance to be inside her.
Fortunately, that thought calms me down enough to jerk me back from the edge as I walk us across to her bed.
I set her down gently, one knee on the bed, the other bracing against it. I stand up, removing my shirt and kicking off my joggers and socks before lying down next to her.
“Is this okay?” I ask softly, not wanting to assume, even if I think I know where we’re going with this. I want to be sure, because I’d never want to push her on something so important.
She nods her head, eyes boring into mine with an intensity that has me catching my breath.
“Yes. So much yes.” Her sweet voice is heavy with desire.
It sends a shiver down my spine as I reach for the bottom of her t-shirt, pulling it gently over her head.
She’s got her yoga pants halfway off by the time I finish tossing her shirt towards the couch.
I help her with the pants before taking a minute to slowly work my gaze up her perfect body.
The pink lacy bra and panties she’s still wearing just add to the allure.
I can’t wait to touch every inch of her soft, pale skin.
“Jesus, Mads. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” The smile she gives me is blinding, and I can feel it in my heart. Fuck. This girl. Her eyes take on a teasing glint.
“You’re alright for a smelly hockey player.
” But her eyes are moving over me, and there’s no mistaking the heat or the appreciation.
Her new boldness is so fucking hot. It takes me by surprise, but in the very best way.
I let her look her fill, just like I’m looking mine, until I can’t take it anymore and the need to touch her overrides everything else.
“Can I?” I ask, moving my hand to the front clasp of her bra. I need to see her naked, like I need to breathe.
She nods, hands roaming my chest like she’s mapping every dip and plane.
I flip the clasp, spreading the lacy fabric slowly, dragging it across her sensitive nipples, and watching them pebble from the cool air and the drag of the lace.
They’re every bit as delectable as I imagined.
My mouth waters because I need to taste them.
I meet her gaze. She’s watching me, eyes blazing, breath quickening.
I reach out and rub my thumb across one in a continuous caress.
The quick intake of breath tells me all I need to know, and I move so I can pay them both the attention they deserve.
I gently rub and twist and tug until she’s panting and desperate.
“Liam,” she groans, and I love how needy she’s become for me.
I’ve waited way too long for this not to enjoy it.
So I slow us down, using everything I’ve learned from every casual encounter I’ve ever had to take her apart slowly with my lips, teeth, and tongue.
I give those plump tits every bit of attention possible before I even begin to move down her body to the softness of her stomach and the apex of her thigh.
“Oh God.” She whimpers as I lift her leg, peppering kisses along the soft skin on the inside of her thigh.
I could bury myself in the softness of her skin, breathing in her wildflower scent until I’m drowning in it.
But I’m on a mission, so I kiss and nip and lick up her legs to her core when I plan to spend as much time as it takes to have her screaming my name while she comes on my tongue.