22. Hannah
CHAPTER 22
hannah
Liam carries Charlie into his house, laying her in the guest bedroom—a room that somehow has always been decorated for her—the dog jumping up and circling the middle of the bed where her still, small feet are currently under the blankets. She’s out cold, all of the excitement of the night having drained her completely, passing out hard on the long drive back to Aspen Ridge. I gently kiss her forehead, following Liam out of the bedroom, pulling the door so it’s only open a crack.
Liam grabs my hand, pulling me into his bedroom and shutting the door quietly behind us, flicking the lock. My heart starts thumping wildly in my chest, air getting harder and thicker to pull into my lungs, the tension in the room skyrocketing. He’s on me a moment later, his hands grasping my face, the calloused skin of his palms feeling rough against my smooth skin. Liam angles my head exactly where he wants me, his eyes heavy as they roam my face. He looks at me like he’s memorizing every single feature, committing them to memory, as if he hasn’t looked at me nearly every day for the last twenty years.
“Tell me what you want, wife. ”
My heart gallops before nosediving into my stomach. Mother above, so help me, I want this man so badly.
“Kiss me, Liam.”
I watch as his lips pull into a small smirk that is too damn sexy for his own good, chocolate brown eyes still dancing all over my face, desire thick between us. His thumbs caress back and forth against my jaw, making my chest rise and fall, my panties dampening—just from the anticipation.
Liam leans in, rubbing his lips over the shell of my ear, a ghost of a touch that travels down the length of my neck, igniting goosebumps in its wake. I start to shift on my feet, my hands reaching out and grabbing a fistful of his T-shirt at each side, gripping, pulling him closer.
He still doesn’t give me what I want, his lips torturing me as they ghost over my sensitive skin. When his tongue traces the outline of my ear, his lips pulling the lobe into his mouth and gently sucking, I moan, my core clenching, wanting him so fucking bad.
“Take what you want, beauty. I’m yours.” The words are spoken low, husky, his warm breath on my ear tickling and turning me on further.
I snap.
Pulling him closer to me, I lift on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck and hauling his face to mine where I capture his lips. That’s all he needed apparently, because Liam becomes just as feral as I am. In an instant, we’re a mess of hands, mouths, and tongues as we claw at each other to rip clothes off, teeth clashing together as we race to get naked and not break the connection of our kiss for a moment.
Liam’s body is a work of art, and I let my hands roam everywhere—his rounded shoulders, hard chest, toned abs. I work my way down, obsessed with his skin under my fingers, loving his reaction as he breaks out in goosebumps, his sharp intakes of air as I explore new parts of him. When his dick jumps between us, my hand tentatively grasps it, running over the silky smooth flesh that’s desperate for me. Kneeling, I drag my hands over his hips and down his thighs, so ready to make him lose control like he’s done to me.
“Baby,” he breathes the word out roughly. “You don’t have to . . .”
I look up at him from my knees, his strong body before me, and I know without a doubt, there is no “have to” anything with this man. This is a want and a need.
“You told me to take what I want. This is what I want,” I tell him, sticking my tongue out and flicking his tip, licking across the slit and gathering the bead of precum there.
“Jesus Christ, anything for you,” he gasps as his hands thread through my hair to hold the strands out of the way.
Grabbing his thick length with my hand, I jerk him from root to tip, loving the reaction I’m pulling from him. He moans, deep and low, and it sounds so damn hot. I never thought listening to a man’s moans would be something that did it for me, but I had never been with Liam before.
I open as wide as I can, trying to relax my throat as I take him in as far back as possible, gagging slightly around the large intrusion.
“Oh, fuck, Hannah baby. That feels so good. Breathe through your nose, relax for me.” His words fuel me, giving me the confidence I need to keep going, to make him feel as good as he makes me. I pull back up, using my fist to squeeze him while moving it up and down on his shaft to make up for all of him not fitting down my throat. My saliva works as lubrication, easing the way, my lips suctioning over his swollen head, tongue flicking around it.
“Fuck. Yeaaah. Just like that, Han.”
His hips buck forward, his grip on my hair getting slightly tighter. I love this. Love making him feel good, making him lose control. Popping off of his cock, I look up at him with swollen, wet lips, my voice slightly hoarse from him hitting the back of my throat. His thumb swipes at my tender lips, back and forth, smearing the moisture there around.
“I want you to come for me. I want to taste you.”
A deep primal growl works its way up his chest and makes me even wetter.
“Jesus, Hannah. Yes, baby.”
Liam guides my head back down, feeding his huge dick past my lips. I suck him down the best I can, continuing to use my hand to jerk him in time with my mouth. It’s not long before his body tightens, thighs stiffening, his cock swelling on my tongue and in my hand.
“Hannah baby, I’m gonna come. Swallow me down, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
He comes, and comes, and comes. And I love every single minute of it. I suck hard, trying to draw out every bit of pleasure for him, swallowing the mouthful of cum I’m rewarded with. I’ve never enjoyed giving a blowjob before, but this was incredible, and I can’t wait to do it again.
Before I know what’s happening, Liam has me lifted in his arms, gently settling me in the center of his king-size bed.
“Fuck, you were amazing. I can’t even think straight. Shit, Hannah.”
I melt under his praise, my heart pounding erratically in my chest, yearning for him, for more. Liam must understand because not a moment later, his large body is sprawled out on top of me, kissing the life out of me. I moan into his mouth, running my hands through the long hair at the top of his head, dragging my nails lightly over his scalp. He kisses my bruised lips until we’re both panting, my hips grinding on him, dry humping him like a desperate teenager who doesn’t know what she wants.
He releases my lips and I finally suck in a deep breath of air as Liam peppers open-mouthed kisses down my jaw, tracing the outline of my collarbone, grasping each of my breasts in his hands, his thumbs swiping over the cool metal of the barbells there.
“Your skin, beauty. You’re so soft, so smooth, and perfect,” he whispers as he continues to plant kisses and licks. “I’m addicted. Insatiable. I can’t get enough. It’s not enough, baby.”
His mouth reaches my chest, lapping at my nipples gently before sucking each one into his mouth and gently tugging with his teeth. I look down at him and find his eyes on me, a smirk pulling at his lips as he repeats the motion.
“Mmm. Fuck, I like that my sweet little wife has these. I’ve never been able to play with them before, and now I’m fucking obsessed.”
My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. I’ve never been given so much attention, so much time. Everything he does makes me feel so good, so wanted. There’s no way I’m going to come back from this.
Liam continues to kiss down my body, his tongue flicking and circling the barbell at the top of my navel, repeating what he did to my nipple piercings, my pussy a wet, dripping mess at this point. I’m desperate for him, wanting his talented mouth on me, my pussy clenching and empty. I squirm under his body as his tongue licks a line from hip to hip, his fingers threading through the short hairs of my pubic area.
“Say it, baby. Tell me what you want, how to make you feel good. Tell me what you need.”
For fuck’s sake, when this man talks to me like this, I’m putty.
“I want your mouth, Liam. Make me come. ”
Grabbing my hips, in a move that only Liam could do smoothly, he flips us, my legs forced to straddle his head. We’re too far away from the headboard for me to brace myself, so I hover above him, my hands on my thighs as I look down at him, a devious smirk filling his face, mirth dancing behind those brown eyes.
“Be a good little wife and sit on my face.”
Oh, fucking hell, he’s going to kill me. How can he possibly get better than he already is?
“Anything for you,” I reply with an equally devilish look on my face, throwing his words back at him and owning the pleasure he’s teaching me to take. I drop myself slowly down onto his waiting mouth, his hips guiding me exactly where he wants me. The moment his warm tongue meets my wet center, I nearly combust. I’m so worked up from giving him head and all of the foreplay that I’m already so close. My clit throbs, swollen and ready for him to send me over that explosive ledge.
Liam manipulates my clit, flicking it and lapping like it’s his last damn meal and all he wants to do is take his time with it. But I want to come. I start to rock my hips on him, giving myself more and more friction. He moans into my center, urging me on, the vibrations adding to the rise of my orgasm, pushing me closer and closer.
Fingers probe at my center from behind, sinking deep inside me. I lift slightly to adjust, but then he’s curling them while sucking my clit into his mouth and pulsing until I’m falling.
“Liam! Oh, fuck! Yes, Liam!” I cry as the pleasure ricochets through my entire body, my muscles tightening, and the release is so fucking good. The warmth of the liquid from my body stuns me for a moment but it’s followed by Liam’s deep moans, the hand currently on my hip digging into my flesh, his head lifting and burying himself further into my center .
“Fuck, I love that my wife can do that,” he stammers, picking me up by my hips and moving me down to his waist, not bothering to wipe the moisture covering his mouth and cheeks. My face flames, my body still shaking, coming down. I lift up on my knees as Liam lines up his cock with my drenched center, and then I’m sinking down onto him in one easy motion. My body fights the intrusion, my walls clamping, tightening and making him groan, but I don’t care. I want this, the sting of pain as I adjust to him just makes me want him more.
I start to move, lifting my hips and then dropping back down and rocking before doing it again and again, finding a rhythm that feels good for both of us. His hands are everywhere, pulling at my nipples, gliding over my hips until he grips the globes of my ass tightly.
“That’s it, beauty, ride my cock. You’re gonna squirt again for me, do you understand? I want you to drench my cock.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“You can and you will. Lean forward.”
I do as he says, laying down on top of him, his hands guiding me to lift just my hips, arching my lower back and then dropping back down. The position rubs my clit onto his pelvis but hits an entirely new place deep within me, that place that only his fingers have found.
“Oh, fuck, Liam, that feels . . .” My words are lost on a moan as I fuck him, his big dick hitting that sweet spot deep inside me while my clit is being stimulated just enough to edge me closer to release. I lift my head up enough to kiss him, his tongue spearing into my mouth, our tongues clashing. Liam’s hands massage the meaty flesh of my ass until he’s using a hand to spread me apart, and then I feel it. His fingers slip through all the moisture that’s covering both of us, my pussy weeping for him and easing his way. His fingers rim the tight muscle there, and I don’t hate it. The opposite actually .
When I press back slightly against him, he moans into my mouth, deep and feral. It would be scary if I didn’t know this man would die before causing me pain. A finger breaches my hole, slowly pressing in and staying there. But I want him to move. I lift my hips quicker, falling back down onto his thick shaft,
“Does my wife need more?”
“Yes, Liam, please.”
“So greedy. Anything for you, baby.”
And then his hips are jerking up into me as I slam down onto him, his finger pulling out and thrusting back in sync with our thrusts. He pulls out completely before adding a second finger, and the stretch feels so wickedly good. My orgasm climbs until I’m floating away on a high so good tears spring to my eyes, my toes curl, and my stomach tightens until I’m coming so hard I nearly black out. I feel the release, the sudden gentle flow of me squirting, coating his dick and pelvis, his moans growing louder and louder.
“That’s my girl. Fuck, so good, Hannah. Such a good wife.”
His thrusts become erratic, my body draped over him, pliable and boneless as he holds me down by my lower back and thrusts up into me, chasing his release.
“Oh, baby, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I want to fill you up, Han.”
God, I want that, too. But Liam won’t take that chance. Just as he’s about to come, I feel his already big dick thicken inside me, swelling, and then he’s pulling free from me, white spurts of his milky cum shooting out between us as he moans out my name.
If I questioned it before, I know it now. There is no recovering from losing Liam after feeling this with him. He’s mine .
“Do you think Charlie’s going to be okay?” I ask Liam after he cleaned us both up and changed his sheets. We’re currently wrapped up together under his blankets, my face resting on his strong chest, his steady heartbeat a near lullaby in my ear, so relaxing and comforting. His arms are wrapped tightly around me, my leg thrown over his hip, and my fingers tracing aimlessly over the tattoo he has of mine and Charlotte’s names.
“Beauty, you’ve always done the best you can, she’s a happy, healthy, smart little girl. She doesn’t need a dad to be well-rounded. She is showered with love every day. She’s got three honorary uncles, three aunts, and two sets of grandparents, even if two of them are assholes and the other two aren’t actually related to her. She doesn’t know any better, and she’s so damn happy.”
“I want to believe you. This is confusing for me, so I can’t imagine how it is for her.”
“If you really take a moment and think about it, our routine hasn’t changed, and Charlotte is still so little. She was happy to see us kiss earlier. I know you panicked, but for all Charlie could understand, we’ve been together this entire time. I’m such a huge part of her everyday life. I don’t think she’s confused; I don’t think she notices that anything has changed between us.”
I give his words thought for a moment, and I know that he’s right. Our routine hasn’t changed, and the transition to married life was seamless because we’re such a huge part of each other’s lives already. Everyone who has found out we’re dating hasn’t batted an eye. Tomorrow is the first family dinner since things with Dallas and Blaire have calmed down, and we’re announcing that we eloped. The thought of his parents’ and siblings’ happy reactions makes my heart flutter, but it also scares me that this could all crash and burn and I’ll lose the people that mean the world to me .
“Promise me, no matter what happens between us with all of this, that you won’t leave. I won’t survive it, Liam.”
“Hannah, never. I will never abandon you. It doesn’t matter what title I carry, it’s me and you. Till the fucking end. Do you understand?”
His thumbs brush away the rogue tears. God, I want to believe him more than anything, because I wouldn’t survive it if we lost him.