Chapter Four #2
Liam’s eyes darkened as he moved closer and grasped the metal tab, placing a warm, damp kiss to my shoulder as he pulled the zipper down. He slipped the thin straps off my shoulders, allowing the dress to slide down my body and pool at my feet.
“Jesus, Morgan,” he murmured, his voice rough and reverent as he came around to stand in front of me. “You’re beautiful.”
I was glad I’d worn my favorite lingerie set, a black satin-and-lace bra and panty ensemble with little pink bows on the front.
I should have felt exposed and vulnerable standing there half naked while he was still fully dressed, but the way he looked at me, like I was something for him to devour, banished the thought.
He stepped closer, his hands finding my hips, then he turned me and guided me back until my thighs hit the mattress. One gentle push, and I was lying against the comforter.
He knelt on the floor between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing them wider apart. When he hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down, I lifted my hips to help him. The cool air hit my heated skin, but then his mouth was on me and I stopped thinking altogether.
His tongue slid through my pussy in one slow stroke and I gasped, my back arching off the bed.
He did it again, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me open for him.
He took his time just as he’d promised, building the pleasure with maddening patience, giving me just enough to make me ache, but not enough to tip over.
My breasts felt full and sensitive, straining against my bra.
I unhooked the clasp and let it fall to the floor.
I fondled my own breasts, tweaked my nipples with my fingers, and moaned.
At that moment, Liam seemed to decide he was done torturing me.
He pushed two thick fingers deep inside and latched onto my clit.
The combination made me cry out, my hips bucking against his mouth.
He held me in place, his tongue working in quick circles while his fingers curved inside me, hitting exactly the right spot.
“Liam…” His name broke on a moan.
My hands found his hair, threading through it, my fingers tangling in the thick strands.
I couldn’t help the way my hips moved, couldn’t stop the quivers rippling through my body or the way my legs fell open wider.
He groaned against me, the vibration sending me higher, and when he sucked harder, I shattered completely.
The orgasm ripped through me, stealing my breath, my vision going white at the edges. I heard myself cry out, loud and raw, but didn’t care. His mouth stayed on me, drawing out the pleasure until I was shaking and trembling with aftershocks.
When the last tremor subsided, he finally lifted his head. His eyes met mine, dark and satisfied as he licked his lips. “Your pussy is like sweet honey, Morgan. I could feast on you all night.”
As appealing as that sounded, I shook my head. “I need you inside of me. Now.”
He smirked at my impatience and stood, stripping off what remained of his clothes.
Shoes, pants, his shirt, all landed in a pile on the floor.
When he was finally naked, I couldn’t look away.
He was gorgeous. All lean muscle and tanned skin, his impressive cock hard and thick enough to make my core clench with anticipation.
I bit my bottom lip, a low heat coiling inside me as I admired him. And there was a lot to admire.
“You like what you see?” he asked, ripping open a condom from his wallet and rolling it onto his cock with practiced ease.
“Yes,” I breathed, even though I didn’t think he really needed an answer. I was sure the look of awe on my face made it obvious that I liked it very much.
I moved backwards toward the pillows and Liam joined me on the bed, fitting perfectly between my thighs. He kissed me, and I felt his erection slide along my slick pussy, the underside rubbing against my clit, more sensitive than usual because of my recent orgasm.
“Please, Liam,” I begged as his lips trailed way too leisurely along my jaw and down my neck. “Fuck me.”
“Patience, Birthday Girl,” he murmured huskily. “I’ll get there. Promise.”
His lips moved lower, his tongue tracing my collarbone, scattering kisses on my breasts.
Then, he latched onto one of my nipples.
An aching need took root as he sucked and licked, his hand teasing my other breast by lightly pinching my nipple.
The sensations rocked through me, and I writhed impatiently beneath him, even though there was something intoxicating about the way he was making me wait.
He took his time lavishing one breast, then the other. His hot, hard, naked body felt so good against mine, and I ran my hands down his muscular back, enjoying the feel of him.
Finally, he moved back up and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. “Look at me,” he ordered softly.
I lifted my eyes to his and he pushed inside. The stretch was immediate and intense and I sucked in a startled breath. He was bigger than anyone I’d been with, and I shuddered at the way my body had to adjust to take him, how he filled me up in the most satisfying way.
“You okay?” His voice was strained, his arms braced on either side of me as he held my gaze.
I nodded, unable to speak, even as I appreciated his concern. Most men would have just kept going, only caring about chasing their own pleasure.
He started to move, slowly at first. Then, as I adjusted to him, his thrusts became harder, deeper. He was no longer gentle, and I didn’t want him to be.
“So fucking tight,” he murmured, lifting both of my legs onto his shoulders.
I was bent double, but the change in angle allowed him to go even deeper, the curve of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me.
I moaned, my hands reaching around and gripping his ass.
There was something unbelievably erotic about the way his muscles clenched and released as he drove himself into me, over and over again.
I felt the beginnings of another orgasm gathering force inside me. “Liam…I’m almost there. I’m going to…”
“Do it,” he rasped, keeping up the same relentless thrusts. “Come all over my cock, Morgan.”
That commanding tone sent me spiraling. I broke apart beneath him, in the throes of passion and lost to the sublime ecstasy when I felt Liam’s hips jerk hard.
He buried himself deep and stilled, head thrown back, his guttural groan of pleasure erupting from him as he found his own release.
The pulsing of his cock inside of me felt more intimate than I would have expected with a stranger I just met an hour ago.
He pressed his lips to mine, a soft kiss that chased the tremors still wracking my body. Warmth spread through my chest in a slow wave of feeling that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with him.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, pulling out of me and heading into the bathroom.
A few minutes passed, and when he returned the condom was gone and he carried a warm, damp hand towel. He sat on the edge of the bed beside me, and instead of handing it to me, he gently cleaned me himself.
The gesture was so intimate it nearly undid me, considering no one had ever taken the time to do that for me before.
My body was still humming from the pleasure he’d given me, and now this, his quiet care, the gentle sweep of warmth between my thighs…
it made me feel stripped bare in a way I wasn’t sure how to process.
“You okay?” he asked, as if sensing just how off-kilter I was feeling.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
When he was done, Liam tossed the towel onto the bathroom floor, then came back, climbing into bed.
The mattress dipped as he settled beside me, and he covered us both with the covers.
Then he surprised me by gathering me close, so that I was snuggled up to his side.
I hadn’t expected that, or any of this extra tenderness or aftercare.
For a moment, I wondered how a stranger’s touch could feel so achingly right.
Then he exhaled a slow, contented breath, and the answer didn’t seem to matter.
I relaxed into his hold, thinking that this might just be the best birthday I’d ever had. For that matter, this man was the best lover I’d ever had. Dominant and considerate and hot as hell.
My eyelids grew heavy as I allowed myself to get comfortable. Just before I fell asleep, I felt Liam brush aside my hair and press a kiss to my forehead.
“Good night, Birthday Girl.”
I smiled as I drifted off, content and happy with my decision to come here with him. But hours later, when I awoke to the sunrise coming through the big windows, I realized that I was alone. The other side of the bed was empty, the suite completely quiet.
A knot of disappointment twisted in my stomach as I pushed myself up, glancing around. He was definitely gone. There was no note. Nothing to even indicate that he’d been there, and the fact that he hadn’t even bothered to at least say goodbye hurt more than it should have.
He hadn’t made any promises. I knew that. This was supposed to be uncomplicated. A night of pleasure, and he’d certainly given me that. He’d been generous, attentive, and the sex had been mind-blowing. He’d ordered me cake, for God’s sake.
Still, part of me had believed the softness in his voice, and the way he’d said, “Good Night, Birthday Girl”, like our evening together meant something. Like maybe I had, too.
Clearly, I’d been mistaken. Again. What was wrong with me that I always read more into situations with men than existed? That I believed that there was a connection when there was only the convenience of a hookup?
With a sigh, I lay back down and drew the covers tighter around me, trying to hold onto the fading warmth he’d left behind. But the truth settled in as quietly as the morning light filtering into the room.
Whatever last night had been, for him, it was already over. For me, I knew it was something I would never forget, along with a sharp reminder to stop confusing great sex with genuine connection.