Chapter 23 #2
He hummed deep in his throat, watching me like a predator with its prey.
“I can’t tell you how fucking happy that makes me, baby. On the other hand, it’s a shame because your pussy deserves to be feasted on frequently. This is your pass to sit on my face whenever you need to get off. I can be reading, for all I care. Come over, spread those pretty legs and take a seat.”
I grew slick between my thighs as I crawled closer to him and marveled as he stopped me, putting a hand on my inner thigh.
“First,” his eyes darkened as my glistening center showed, “I want to see how wet you are for me.”
There was no hiding it. He seemed to agree because he made some sort of groaning sound as his thumb lightly grazed my clit. He hissed, moving his thumb over the sensitive nub again and again.
“Yeah, you’re going to taste so fucking good, baby. Get up here.”
He laid flat, while I did as he instructed, gripping the top of the headboard with my fingers and then bracing each knee on either side of his face. His eyes were on mine as I looked down, and he gripped my hips.
“Ride my face. That’s your job, and when you come, you do it on my tongue.”
I nodded and let him pull me down until I covered his mouth and felt his tongue.
Sweet Jesus.
The first swipe was hot against my aching center, but it was also thick and firm as he licked along my slit.
My fingers dug into the headboard as I went with the natural rhythm he set with his tongue. I clung to the instructions he’d given me––to ride him. So, I closed my eyes tight and got lost in the sensation.
My knees pushed into the bed beside his head, but my core moved over his mouth in a fevered, desperate way.
He let out muffled groans while kneading my ass in his massive palms. He pulled me down against his mouth in harsh strokes, until he finally seemed to lose it.
He pushed me up to my knees and then he lifted me.
“You ever sixty-nine?” he rasped, flipping me around until my hands braced his chest, my eyes flying open, landing on the door of his bedroom and television mounted on the wall next to it.
“No.” It was a breath, a single ounce of air I gathered before he was pushing my head.
“Open up those pretty lips for me and wrap them around my cock. I’m going to keep licking this pussy until you come on my tongue, and you’re going to suck my cock until you taste me.”
My hands moved to the bed, bracketing his hips while I lowered my mouth onto his erection. The thick head of his cock glistened with precum, and my tongue lapped that up first before I slid down his length and took him fully into my mouth.
I moaned as his tongue resumed its work around my clit, his finger joining the party by sliding into my core. I decided I’d do the same and cup his balls, lightly squeezing while I hollowed my cheeks and sucked.
“Fuckkkk,” Liam groaned behind me while pushing down on my head. Our bodies curved as he moved to reach the back of my head, but my hips stayed secured to his chest, his face buried in my cunt as he licked and sucked my pussy.
I groaned around his length until the slow build up in my core burst like a billion pieces of stardust and I heard Liam muttering something around the sucking and licking of my release, and then his hips were thrusting up in quick bursts until I felt him freeze and groan.
His hand was on the back of my head, pushing it until his cock pressed against the back of my throat.
I nearly choked. This was different from quickly bobbing down and then getting relief.
“Swallow, Haley, take all of me.”
My thighs clenched at his order, and pleasure coated my sex as I relaxed my throat and took him deeper.
“Fuck, that’s it. Shittttttttttt…” he moaned.
Salty liquid filled my mouth a second later, and I swallowed quickly to keep his release down.
Once the pulsing stopped, I lifted my head and gently licked the root of him all the way to the tip of his length.
Feeling like part of my soul had been yanked out, I rested my head against his thigh and tried to regulate my breathing.
My hips were gently moved until I was resting fully on the bed, and Liam was moving so that he could gather me into his arms.
“You did so good, perfect actually.” He kissed my shoulder. “Did you like that?”
I didn’t even have words, so I smiled and tried to lift my hand so that I could play with his hair. I loved his hair.
“Very much so.”
He hummed his pleasure, stroking my skin.
After a few minutes of us just lying there, his hands moved over my body in soothing strokes, and it must have been because of the orgasm—or the fact that I now knew I loved him— but my mouth parted with a question.
“Will you let me financially back your gym?”
Liam paused his ministrations against my skin, his closed eyes popped open, landing on mine. My heart felt like it was slowly crystallizing.
He didn’t respond. Instead he sat up with a sigh and rubbed his forehead.
I slowly sat up, too, following him into the bathroom. He turned the shower on and stepped under the spray while I crossed my arms over my chest and watched.
“You coming?” He held out his hand, and I gently took it, feeling some of my frayed nerves settle.
Steam filled the shower, and I watched as the water ran down along the gray stonework that reminded me of his eyes. He must have noticed that the spray was hitting me but not warming me, because suddenly he pulled my arm until I was standing in front of him, taking up the bulk of the shower.
The heat hit my back in a delicious way, which made me relax enough to throw my arms around Liam’s neck.
We stood like that for a while, until he used soap on his hair and scrubbed mine with the same product. I didn’t mind. It would mean that I smelled like him.
“What made you think of the gym?” he finally asked, those gray eyes speared me with fear.
I had no idea what he was afraid of. I’d never hurt him—not intentionally, at least.
“I think…” I paused, looking up while the water hit my eyes and I tried to see through the drops coating my lashes.
“It’s been in the back of my mind since you left for Europe.
I mean, I know part of why you did it was to give us time, but you mentioned that you needed the money.
I want to help. You’re important to me, Liam.
The gym is your dream, and I just want to help protect it. ”
His forehead lowered to mine, and we let more steam fill the space until he finally reached behind me and turned the shower off.
“Haley, I appreciate your efforts and that you care. I know you bailed Cole out of some hard times, but this is my thing. I have to be the one to protect it. Okay?”
He exited the shower and pulled a towel around him, handing me one too.
“Is my money going to be an issue?”
“Not if you don’t assume we need your money.”
Ouch. That sucked.
I wrapped the towel around me and tucked it in, walking to the counter to start my skin care routine.
“It’s not about you needing it, it’s just me wanting to spend it on the people I love.”
I bent over and wet my face, pumping a bit of face wash into my hands then rubbed it into my skin, closing my eyes.
It wasn’t until I rinsed, wondering why Liam hadn’t responded, that I realized what I had confessed.
I met his gaze in the mirror.
His arms were crossed over his chest, all the ink and those sculpted muscles on display. I wanted to trace each vein with my tongue and then end with the one that ran along his shaft.
“Do you mean that?” he asked, lowering his voice until it was almost a whisper.
My face felt blotchy as the realization hit me square in the chest. I’d walked right into an opportunity for him to reject me.
Likely sensing my discomfort, he stepped closer and pulled my towel until it came off. Then he hit the lights and pulled me to bed.
“Did you mean it?” he asked again. This time he sat on the bed and I was standing between his legs. His Adam’s apple bobbed.
I ran my fingers through his wet hair and nodded.
“Yes, I…” Words died on my tongue as I tried to explain it. I knew he thought I was too young and too naive, but I felt what I felt.
“I love you…and the girls. I love all of you, so when you say you want to take care of it, you don’t understand that I also want to take care of all of you.”
My palm was lifted to his lips where he pressed a quick kiss then he pulled me again until I was landing next to him, my head on the pillow, his too.
“Alexa, turn off the lights.” His voice echoed through the room all while his eyes stayed on mine, until that last bit of light was blocked out.
“I need you to know…” he started, his voice raspy and low, like a dark cloud stuck inside of a cavern bobbing around for a way out, “I wouldn’t have left you with the girls, or waited, if I didn’t feel the same way. I’m just as scared as you, and I have just as much to lose.”
I shook my head, tracing a muscle in his arm. “I could lose all four of you. You would only lose me.”
“Only lose you?” he scoffed, his hand moving to my hip.
“How long will it take for you to see that you’re not replaceable?
You’re not just anyone. If we lost you, we’d be devastated.
In a world full of unremarkable people, you’ve carved yourself onto my heart.
Whether we work out or not, you’ll be there forever. ”
Exhaustion tugged at my senses, especially as my mind played with his words like a crossword puzzle, wondering if Lacey had left her mark too.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and I decided to just accept it for what it was.
Liam’s complicated confession of love was still more than any I’d ever been offered before. I’d take it a thousand times over.
“Set an alarm for me to slip back into my room.” I said, groggy and tired.
He hummed something before pulling me to his chest, and then I fell asleep.