Chapter 12 Liam
Liam
He was originally supposed to come with one of his buddies, but the bastard dropped out after one drink at the local bar because, “I’m actually really tired, man.” Which wasn’t what Liam liked to hear right before he hit up The Dark Hour, especially by himself.
But he was jonesin’ to go, so he went, even if alone.
I should bring Eden here sometime. She’d love the sexual atmosphere and all of the pervs living out their exhibitionistic dreams. Then again, part of the reason Liam wanted to pop in for the evening was to meet new people.
Especially out-of-towners who wouldn’t care about his name in the morning.
It had been something he and Eden talked extensively about – they were dating, but she had another boyfriend, and he might meet someone else who stole his heart.
Eden claimed that she was fine with him dating other women.
After all, they weren’t monogamous. If he couldn’t get upset by another man being all up in her pussy a couple of times a week, she couldn’t be surprised if he was out dating other women, too.
What a wild world we live in.
Naturally, though, he thought about Eden after entering the club and grabbing a small cocktail to carry with him into the back rooms, where the action was certainly underway that night.
Sure enough, he stumbled upon more than one couple going at it in their little corners and alcoves that left them exposed to curious eyes.
An escort was offering free lap dances to prospective clients, but he turned down the offer for now. And when he passed the fishbowl?
Disappointment.
It wasn’t until he was in the rear bar area, where friends chatted in a quiet space, and couples took a break from fooling around, that he recognized someone for the first time all night.
You’re kidding…
Among the dates and escorts milling about the room, there was Eden, standing beside another man at the bar.
She was pushed up against him without touching, her dress straps down her arms, and her bust holding on to her beautiful breasts for dear life.
She kept biting her lip, fluttering her eyelashes, and playing with her hair while the lucky fucker stared right into her cleavage and licked his lips as if he were about to start eating her out in five seconds.
While Liam stood in the middle of the room, gobsmacked, Eden happened to look in his direction – and gasped.
He almost expected her to run off with her tail tucked between her legs, but she instead abandoned her would-be date and approached him, as if to confirm that it really was him.
“Liam?” she hissed.
“The one and only,” he confirmed with a sip of his drink.
“What are you doing here? I didn’t know you came here.”
As much as he loved staring at her breasts, too, he kept his eyes on her face. “I’m having a night out. Was supposed to be here with a buddy, but he canceled. So, it’s just me. Bumping into you.”
“Wow.”
“You know, babe, if you’re needing some money for rent or whatever, you don’t have to do this. I can take care of some of it for now.”
It took her a couple of seconds to understand what he meant. “Oh! Oh, no. I’m not working.” She swallowed a lump the size of her humility down her throat. “It’s not like that. I was just… um…”
“You told me you couldn’t hang out tonight because you already agreed to go out with the other guy.”
“I am out with him.”
Of course a guy who buys a cottage at La Mariposa comes to The Dark Hour. “Where?”
Eden looked so sheepish that he couldn’t help but pity her.
“Let me guess.” He wrapped his arm around hers and led her out of the center spotlight and toward the wall, where a single bistro table remained unwiped from the last person who used it. Nevertheless, he put down his glass and said, “He’s in a room. You’re on patrol for someone to join you two.”
She was speechless.
“I know that trick, Eden. I actually like to think I came up with it, but that’s absurd. I’m sure it’s as old as human perverts.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.” He leaned his elbow against the table, realizing too late that it was a little sticky. “Wow. Liam caught you having a threesome without him.”
“I wasn’t… we weren’t…!”
“Relax.” He offered her a sip of his drink, which she accepted with alacrity.
There it goes. She made such a face at his choice of tequila, but it didn’t stop Eden from washing down some of the shame she apparently felt.
“Do you think I’m mad? Hardly. Just kinda sad you didn’t think of me first when he wanted to throw down. ”
“It was very sudden,” she explained, handing him back his almost-empty glass.
“Eden.”
“What?”
“A man like that doesn’t bring you to a place like this for vanilla sex, let alone monogamous sex if that’s not what you’ve founded your relationship on. Take it from me.”
“Are you a pro at this sort of thing?”
“Unfortunately. Which is why my next question is how long do you have that room for?”
She was almost like a deer caught in the headlights, but she quickly relearned how to speak. “An hour. He gave me thirty minutes to find someone before I should go back to the room so we could, um…”
Her cheeks being so red were so adorable. “Uh-huh. And how long have you been on the hunt, my dear?”
Finally, there was a little pep in her step as she placed a hand on her hip. “Fifteen minutes.”
“You haven’t had a bite in a whole fifteen minutes? A hot thing like you?”
“You could be at least a little jealous.”
“More angry on behalf of your honor. Any woman I date should have men lining up to fuck her if she puts herself out there.”
Eden rolled her eyes. Eventually, they snapped back in his direction. “Hey, I know…”
“Babe.”
“Come on…” She rounded the table, putting on those flirtatious airs that were sure to do him in. “You were telling me that you wanted the three of us to hook up.”
“Yeah, but I was thinking it would be like… we knew about it ahead of time. We’d have some drinks at a cozy lounge.
Make sure the vibes checked. Go back to somebody’s place or grab a hotel and just pound you until sunrise, love.
Maybe high-five a couple of times in between you making a mess everywhere. ”
“You had this all planned out, I see.”
“What can I say? I’m a romantic at heart.”
Eden gently smacked his arm. “I’m offering you the deal of the month here, man. We both get what we want.”
“Do we?”
“You get to meet my other boyfriend and share me with him. I have the privilege of both men stuffing my orifices before they start… stuffing my orifices.”
“Far cry from La Mariposa, huh?”
“Don’t get me started.” She waited one second before pushing up against him.
As much as he loved having his girlfriend get all cozy with him in a place that was dedicated to that, not only was he not supposed to be out with her that night, but she had another man’s taste all over her. I should be into that, but…
Something was off about the whole thing.
“What if we go in there and he thinks I’m wanting?”
“Wanting what?”
Liam had to hold back from rolling his eyes at her. “Meaning he thinks I’m lacking in whatever arbitrary bullshit he’s set up in his head.”
“Mr. Ashe, are you shy?”
“Hardly. I just have a lot of experience with guys like that. They either have no scruples in who you bring in, at all, or they’ve got a ten-point list that needs fulfilled.”
“I’m the only thing needing fulfilling around here.”
“We’re suddenly talking about delivery warehouses?”
“Ooh, baby.” Eden magnanimously set her breasts on the table. Those are some serious nipples poking through. Liam loved her nipples. I mean, I love everyone’s nipples. Including his. But definitely hers. “Fulfill my order, Daddy.”
“Mm, no. It’s not working for me.” Before her face could fall, he explained, “The ‘Daddy’ thing.”
“My other boyfriend doesn’t like it, either. I guess because he’s a dad.”
“Ooh, I’m learning so much about him already.”
“Come on.” She slithered around the bistro table, her hands landing on the back of his neck. “It’s me. You love this. Let’s finally do something like this.”
“Love is a strong word.” He let her kiss him, anyway. A little taste of her cherry lip gloss and some other man’s… well, Liam knew. “I’d say I like it most days and enjoy it on others.”
“So you’ll enjoy it tonight.”
He didn’t answer. His hands roamed her sides, her waist, and the curve of her hips.
She was a temptation. A walking, talking temptation in a little black dress.
And she was offering him the ultimate fantasy he often went out to find: her, the hottest thing on Earth, shared with another man.
No strings. Just here we go pleasure to be had in a house built for that.
Why else had he come to The Dark Hour tonight? To get into trouble. Another woman. A couple. Maybe stumble upon an event that included last-minute sign-ups centering on his kinks. Like a mini La Mariposa. And all it cost was his membership and single-male cover charge.
His grip tightened. A thrill shot through him. He could do it. He could say yes. He could follow her into that room and claim his prize. He could dominate her, and maybe him, too. Show them both what a real man could do. The power, the control, the absolute release…
“Eden.” He pulled her closer, his body flush against hers. “What if I have my own list of requirements for the other guy?”
Her eyes darkened with desire. “What’s on your list?”
He leaned in. “You. Bent over that table. Right now. While I watch.”
A gasp escaped her lips. She looked at him, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and a hunger so raw it made his own cock twitch. “Liam…”
“Or we could go find that room. Meet this other guy. See if he measures up.” He released her, stepping back. The space between them crackled with tension. “Your call, Eden. But don’t mistake my tolerance for weakness. I don’t share what’s mine unless I’m the one in control.”
She was speechless. Her mouth opened, then closed.
She looked from him to the dark hallway, then back again.
The power had shifted. She was no longer the one offering.
She was the one being offered a choice. And he knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that she would choose him.
He was the one in front of her right now.
“Thirty minutes,” she finally said, her voice barely a whisper. “Let’s go.”
“Lead the way.”
He followed her down the hallway, the thumping bass of the club fading into a distant blur.
The air grew thicker, heavier with the scent of sex and desire.
He could hear the faint sounds of moans behind closed doors.
Each one a little world of its own. A private paradise.
A shared hell. He had experienced both before.
Eden stopped outside a door, her hand hovering over the handle. She turned to him, her eyes searching his. “Are you sure about this?”
Liam didn’t answer with words. He simply crowded her against the door, his body pinning hers. He took her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged deep, tasting her. He left her breathless, dazed, and utterly at his mercy.
A sharp tug pulled her dress down to her waist. Her breasts spilled out, nipples hard. He didn’t touch them. Not yet. Very soon, though.
Liam dropped to his knees.
His mouth branded her stomach. Another kiss. Lower. His tongue traced a wet path to her navel. He lingered there, slowing his tongue into a slow, deliberate circle that made her hips buck against his face.
Her hands slammed against the door, palms flat. She was trapped between the immediate pleasure he offered and the promise of more within.
Liam hooked his fingers into the thin straps of her thong. Another sharp tug. The fabric tore. The sound was a gunshot to the gut. He pushed her legs apart. Wide. Exposed. His breath was a ghost against her folds.
Then his tongue was on her.
A long, slow, possessive lick. From her entrance to her clit.
Everything he did was to make her suffer in exquisite pleasure.
The world had dropped Eden at his feet that evening.
Everything about her had been divine intervention.
From being paired with her for the first time at La Mariposa, to discovering her in that coffee shop, to now…
She was already slick. Already his.
His lips closed around her clit. His tongue flicked. She cried out, the sound buffered by the door. His tongue delved deep, fucking her. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his face, seeking more, needing more.
He gave it to her. He gave her everything.
His hands gripped her ass, holding her in place, controlling her movements. Eden’s legs trembled. The tell-tale sign of her impending orgasm.
Liam redoubled his efforts. His tongue moved faster, harder.
She shattered, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as she came, her body flying off the door. Liam didn't stop. He rode her through the storm, his tongue a constant comfort.
Only then did he pull back.
Liam looked up at her, his face glistening with her essence. She was halfway to falling on her ass, but he held her up using nothing but his upper body strength.
“Now,” he said, triumphant. “We can go meet your other boyfriend.”
Already, he hungered to see what he could do to her.