Chapter 22 Liam
LIAM
She insisted on doing her face routine first.
I sat on the edge of my bed watching as she rinsed, applied a spray, used a little scrubber on her face and then towel-dried it. Then there was more lotion, and a serum of some kind. I knew because I asked. All the while, I watched as she stood at my bathroom counter, in just her bra and underwear.
I was so hard and so ready to fuck her that my boxers were soaked from precum.
Finally, when she was about to brush her teeth, I clicked my tongue.
“Seems awfully premature considering how dirty I plan on getting that mouth.”
The buzzing from her toothbrush stopped, and she turned toward me with a raised brow.
“You can bring that attitude over here and wrap those pretty pink lips around my cock if you want to keep raising your eyebrow at me like that.”
She set the toothbrush down and stepped closer, her bare toes pressing into the tile of the floor.
Flicking the bathroom light off, her hips swayed as she walked closer, close enough that I could touch her. Instead of pulling her into me, I waited to see what she would do.
When she lowered herself in between my open legs, I exhaled a shaky breath.
“You said you wanted to punish me.” Her voice was soft but held an edge of excitement that was like a jolt of adrenaline straight to my dick.
Staring down at her, I pushed her hair behind her ears.
“Do you want to be punished?”
She nodded. “Only by you…”
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “You want me to treat you like a dirty slut, Haley?”
Her only response was to moan and rub her hands up and down my thighs.
Fuck, she was beautiful on her knees like this. My cock strained against my boxers, so I stood and slid them down enough to release my aching length.
Then I gripped the back of Haley’s head and pulled her forward using more force than I ever had with her before.
“Open up for me,” I demanded, guiding my cock to her lips. “Wider. I’m not stopping until I hit the back of your throat.”
She took me, every fucking inch.
Jesus.
Her hands came up to rest on my thighs, since there was no way for her to grip my shaft, and she dug her nails into the backs of my legs.
I hissed and gathered her hair into my hand, making sure it was off her face.
My hips rocked as she sucked, choking on my length.
“Good, baby. Fuck, you’re so good,” I said roughly as she moaned around my length, bringing her mouth up so she could lick the tip of my dick and grip the base with her other hand.
Her tongue swirled slowly over the head then she stroked down my length and back up.
It was nearly too much, and I still had so many things I wanted to do to her.
So I pulled away and lifted her chin.
“Remember when I said I was going to make your mouth dirty?”
She watched as I held her hand, pulling her up, and pushing her panties down her legs while she unclasped her bra.
I ordered. “Get on the bed.”
She slowly crawled on, displaying that ass as she went. My hand was on her in seconds, touching smooth skin, as if I couldn’t get enough. She was perfect, and it was weird feeling her in my hands, almost like she’d disappear any second.
Instead of slapping her ass, because I couldn’t bring myself to mar any part of that perfect skin, even for the sake of a red handprint, I gripped her hips. Once she was on her back, staring up at me, I shoved her thigh to the side and slid my cock inside of her.
It was still such a shock how tight she was. I pulled out slowly, then gently pushed back inside, lubricating my shaft with her slickness.
“Open that mouth again, Haley. You’re going to taste yourself.”
I pulled out, gripped my cock, and moved on my knees up the bed until I was hovering over her. The veins on my cock glistened from her arousal, but her lips parted just the same, ready for me.
“That’s right, my dirty slut, open wide and taste yourself. Lick up every drop off my cock.”
She did as I said, sucking and licking, rocking her hips to get the pressure she needed to get off, but I wouldn’t give it to her just yet. I pulled out, letting go with a pop, and then I lowered my mouth to her peaked nipples, sucking on them as my fingers plunged into her soaked pussy.
She moaned and began riding my hand.
I rubbed her clit, fucking her with my digits, and rolled my tongue over her pink nipples. Pulling my hand out of her and pushing those fingers into her mouth, I said, “Suck.”
I marveled as she gripped my wrist and closed her eyes, taking three of my fingers into her wet mouth, sucking on them as if it were my cock she was tasting.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I groaned, needing to be inside her again.
I moved, flipping her over until her face was pressed against the bed, her hair tossed over her shoulder, and I stroked down her smooth ass again.
“Lift.” I put my hand under her stomach until she was up on all fours. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She scoffed, finally breaking her silence, “Well I’m twenty-one, Liam…give me a few years and then tell me I’m perfect.”
The idea of giving her a few years had that place in my chest thrumming again. Images of her in my house, a ring on her finger, a baby in that belly.
Fuck.
My throat grew tight, and to mask the emotion, I slid inside her, trying to lose myself in the ecstasy of fucking her.
Being with her was like walking in the sun after being chilled in the shade for years. She was the heat from the fire when the snow was falling outside. She was peace and perfection. She was home.
I picked up the pace, rocking harder into her.
The sound of our skin slapping echoed in the room, but I was too far gone to worry about the noise.
Haley’s face was shoved into the mattress, masking her moans, and I bit back my own, only allowing a few grunts out.
As much as I wanted tonight to be about punishment, there was too much contentment over having her in my bed, like a blessing I didn’t deserve.
I found my rhythm, and rubbed slow circles into Haley’s clit as she found her release.
I slammed my hips forward a few more times and then plunged my cock so deep inside of her, exploding in pleasure.
A groan that had been tethered in my core unleashed, filling the room in a sudden burst, and Haley’s muffled scream rose, tangling with my own.
It was pleasure so intense I swear my heart missed a couple of beats.
My breathing was ragged as I slowly pulled out of her and stepped to the carpet.
I walked to the bathroom, cleaned up and then grabbed a washcloth, rinsing it with warm water before bringing it back to Haley.
I lifted her leg and gently swiped between her legs, wiping up the mess we’d created.
Her dark lashes fanned her face with her eyes still closed, but as I pulled away, her eyes opened, and she gave me a warm smile.
“Thank you.”
If I could freeze this moment in time, I would. The way she looked tangled in my sheets, the way her hair looked against my pillows. The gentle glow of her skin under the lamp light, and the way her green eyes seemed to heat.
She was perfect.
I tossed the rag to the floor, caring about nothing else other than holding her.
“Come here.”
She moved, slowly at first, and I helped guide her under the blankets, until her head was on the pillow next to mine, and I was holding her to my chest.
“I forgot to hit the switch,” I whispered through a yawn.
“Alexa, turn off the lights,” she said loudly, and I jumped.
The robotic voice came back with, “Okay.” Then the room plunged into darkness.
“You bought an Alexa while I was gone?”
Haley laughed, burrowing under the covers. “It sort of became my room when you left, so yeah. There’s only one in here and in the kitchen.”
I hummed in response.
The room was quiet as I held her, and as exhausted as I was, I couldn’t find it in me to fall asleep.
“What are we going to do when we wake up?” My lips skimmed hers in a quick kiss, but I was already getting worked up again.
“Do you have to go into the gym?” she asked curiously.
I moved to her jaw and trailed kisses along her skin. “No, I’m still technically off.”
“Then pancakes. We make them every Sunday, and each girl takes a turn learning how to flip. Then we can maybe go somewhere all together.”
I was hard again as she trailed her fingers down my stomach and over my cock.
Gripping the shaft, she stroked once, twice, and that’s all it took.
I was on her, spreading her legs, sliding my erect cock deep inside her.
In the dark, I couldn’t see her, but I heard her intake of breath as her nails dug deep into my back.
I pulled out then slid back home with a hiss.
“We’re not going to get any sleep tonight, are we?” I joked, feeling my balls tighten as she wrapped her heels around my ass and fucked me back.
“I don’t think I want to sleep, not when I can feel like this instead.”
I lowered my mouth to hers and continued to fuck her slowly, letting myself get lost in the sensation of holding her in my arms. She smiled against my lips when she finally found her release, and I found myself trying to get lost in that too.
I was realizing that when it came to Haley, being lost was the only way I’d ever feel found.
The sound of my door handle jiggling woke me.
“Daddy, Haley is gone!”
Oh shit. That was Mila.
“Daddy, open up! It’s an emergggenswee.” Mila’s mouth sounded like it was mashed against the door, blurring the last word with extra syllables.
Haley stirred next to me, and we both realized we’d fucked up.
How was I going to get her out of here? Not only that, but we’d also finally fell asleep after our third round of sex, so the room was a mess.
There were blankets on the floor, pillows scattered everywhere, and Haley was tucked into my chest, but we were facing the wrong direction on the bed.
“Daddy!” Mila called again.
“I’m getting dressed!” I called back, which caused Haley’s eyes to pop open and jerk up in the bed.
“Oh my gosh,” she whispered, holding the sheet to her chest.
Her head turned, eyeing the door where the handle kept jiggling back and forth. The lock was holding for now, but Mila was creative and had a weird ability to break through locks.
“Here, I have a screwdriver.” That was Seraphina.
Haley moved at the same time as me. Sheets were flung to the side, and I caught just a glimpse of Haley’s naked body as she briskly walked to the bathroom.
“I’m getting dressed, girls!” I yelled again, but it didn’t seem to make a difference on how ardently they were working to break in.
Haley emerged from the bathroom, dressed while throwing her hair up in a ponytail.
“Can I sneak out?”
I was already pulling on a pair of sweats, moving closer to the door just in case the girls found a way to actually break in.
“Just stay in here; I’ll lead them downstairs and then you can slip out, I whispered.”
Haley bit her thumb nail, watching the door.
“Tell them I went to get mochas, they’ll know what that means. Then I’ll sneak out through the garage and go to my car.”
I loved that she wasn’t bailing. I guess after being with them for so many weeks, she wouldn’t bail. My chest tightened like my heart was growing bigger, and I leaned over to kiss her.
“Don’t take too long, okay?”
Her arms wrapped around my neck, and my hands went to her hips.
“You missing me already? Some might call that an addiction.”
The tightening in my chest got worse. She was an addiction; she was everything, and she didn’t even fucking realize it.
It was odd that a term that had brought so much brokenness to my life was now something I was using to describe my utter dependence on someone I was in love with.
“You are my addiction, Haley Hanes.” I kissed her again, then whispered, “My obsession, my salvation, and my demise. Every second you’re near me, I’m one step closer to relapsing.”
She laughed then pushed my shoulder. “You’re cheesy in the morning. I kind of like it.”
Heat hit my face because I wasn’t even joking with her…that cheesy shit was real, and I’d never wanted to be that much of a sap. With anyone.
“Okay, they’re getting impatient, go out there.
” Haley pushed on my arm, but I glanced over my shoulder one more time just to save the memory of her standing in my room, early morning hair, knowing I’d fucked her all through the night.
I’d tuck it away and hold it for whenever she finally realized she could do so much fucking better than me.