Chapter 22
22
Kit
T ess fell asleep like a stone, exhausted from a day of pie and books and swimming and cleaning up the beach. And just generally being amazing.
I shut the door quietly behind me only to find Liam standing in the doorway, dressed for seduction in a pair of sweatpants and a Bruisers t-shirt with the arms cut off.
This was not a look that ever would have worked on me before, but that cocky ass grin on his face made it all irresistible. Too irresistible. However, because I was contrary by nature with him, I had to try and resist.
“What are you grinning about?’ I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
He wiped his mouth – another thing that should not be hot but was – and shook his head. “You want to go all disapproving schoolteacher with me?” he asked. “Go for it. It’s hot.”
I worked so hard to not smile.
“Seriously,” he said and walked towards me. “You want to scold me? It’s turning me on.”
“Everything turns you on,” I said, pretending I wasn’t so turned on I thought about masturbating about ten times today.
“Everything about you,” he said.
“Sounds like a line.”
We were face to face in the hallway, our voices hushed even though nothing short of an earthquake could wake up that girl. Liam reached up and stroked my hair.
“Your hair turns me on,” he said. “It’s so silky and when you wear it in a ponytail it gets all curly.” He touched my cheeks, the tip of my nose. “Your freckles turn me on. They’re cute and sexy at the same time.” He ran a thumb across my lips. “I’ve been watching this mouth all day thinking about what I’m going to make you do with it.”
I gasped and he smiled like he knew all my sternness was only hiding more desire than I could handle.
His thumb slipped past my lip to my teeth and I licked it with my tongue. Tasting salt and skin. He pushed deeper and I let him in.
“Suck,” he breathed and I was powerless. Why resist? Why pretend? This was going to be over sooner rather than later, why not get every experience I could from this man? I did as he asked, curling my lips around his tan, wide thumb and sucking on him. His eyes went wide and then heavy lidded. He licked his lips and took hard, heavy breaths.
“Come upstairs with me?” he said, and all I could do was nod.
He pulled his thumb free, leaned forward to give me a hard, quick kiss on the lips. Then stooped so he could literally toss me over his shoulder and carry me up the stairs to his cozy room tucked under the eaves.
I laughed, feeling lighter and freer than I’d ever felt. I smacked his ass because it was cute and right there. He smacked mine right back. Playful wasn’t something I’d felt in so long, and if nothing else, I would thank Liam Locke for bringing it back to me.
He tossed me on the bed and I pushed the hair that had fallen in my eyes away so I could see him. I didn’t want to miss a second of him. Of this.
At the foot of the bed, he pulled that ridiculous t-shirt off and I pulled off mine. He quirked an eyebrow and pushed down his sweatpants. I ditched my navy-blue shorts and flung them in the corner. After swimming today, I hadn’t bothered with a bra and my underwear was the sexiest I’d brought. Black cotton.
He looked at me like I was wearing silk and diamonds.
“Have I told you how much I like your tits?” he asked. He reached down and cupped himself in his dark boxer briefs. It was such a masculine gesture. So personal and confident it made my mouth go dry.
“You might have mentioned it,” I said, running my hand over my stomach and up to my breasts the way I would if I was alone. I held my breast in my hand and ran a thumb over my nipple.
“Yes. Touch yourself,” he said. “Show me what you do when you read those sexy books.”
“You’re obsessed.”
“On what gets you off? Of course,” he said, like being obsessed was only natural. It was amazing how easy he was. Nothing was a game. Or maybe…maybe because he didn’t care, everything was a game?
“Hey,” he said and crawled up the bed to hover over my body, braced on his hands and knees. “Where’d you go?”
“I’m right here,” I said, stroking his face, his chest. I ran the back of my hand down the fur over his belly. He caught my hand and gave me a cut the crap look.
Does this mean anything to you? Is it a fling? Revenge? Is this how it is with all those other women?
That I wanted to ask him told me too much about myself. About how I felt.
I was sinking deep for this guy.
And fast.
Instead of answering him, I pulled him down to kiss him. I kissed him with everything in me. No fear. No regrets. If I was going to hurt myself in the end, I was going to make it worth it.
“What was it you wanted me to do with my mouth?”
Liam
Pretending to have control was a total fake out. This woman had everything over me.
I braced myself on my knees and held onto the headboard for dear life while she took my cock deep in her mouth. She moaned in her throat, and I felt the vibrations through my entire body. She got her hands in on the action and tongued the head of my dick like she was licking an ice cream cone.
I couldn’t shut up about how good she was.
“Just like that,” I breathed, cupping the back of her head with one hand. She took me deep and I held her there, the tiniest pressure, and then used her ponytail to pull her off. More pretend control, while I was literally quaking in my skin for her touch.
“So good,” I whispered, watching my cock disappear in her face. Her cheeks were pink and her eye lashes were damp with tears that she couldn’t control. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” I whispered and she moaned again. Her fingers reached between her legs like she couldn’t help herself, like turning me on was turning her on. I felt this loop we’d created.
I didn’t want to come like this though. I wasn’t going to go another night without fucking her.
Today, while the girls were in the bookstore, I grabbed a package of condoms because the ones in my kit bag were expired. I was not the man whore everyone believed me to be.
I pulled her off my dick and she made a grunting noise of frustration. I leaned down and kissed her, cupping my hand over hers between her legs. “You making yourself ready for me?” I whispered against her lips and she moaned and nodded.
I kissed her hard and pulled away to grab a condom from the package I’d left on my beside table. The whole time I watched her watching me. I loved the dazed look in her eyes. Kit was the kind of person who watched, who was aware. She knew every angle and was three steps ahead of everyone else.
But not now. She was totally in her body. Brain shut off. Living. Following my lead.
I loved it.
“Lay back,” I told her and opened the condom wrapper with my teeth before sliding it over my impossibly hard cock. I hissed at the touch of my own hand and counted to ten. Thought of Wyatt’s ingrown toenail he had when we were kids.
She laid back on the bed and I watched her fingers working herself under her panties. The knobs of her knuckles as she rubbed her clit in short tight circles. I was not a guy who enjoyed sitting on the bench in any situation, but this seemed particularly wrong. I peeled off her underwear and lifted her to my mouth. Licking her fingers, her pussy, the salty sweetness of her cum. She moaned and curled her fingers around my head, holding me tight and close.
I sucked and licked until her legs clamped hard around my head. I felt the orgasm tearing through her and I didn’t stop until I felt another one building, everything fluttering around my fingers. My tongue. Her leg muscles twitching.
“Please,” she groaned. “Please just do me already.”
Yes ma’am.
I laid her back on the bed and crawled between her legs, notching my cock to the entrance of her pussy where all that damp heat licked at me. She arched against me, her head tossed back on the pillows.
“Liam,” she groaned. “Don’t be such a tease.”
“Look at me,” I said, and eased into her. Her silver eyes were gray. Dark. I was trapped in them, sliding into her body, squeezed by her muscles. Slick from her cum. I got caught in her gaze and my control hung by a thread.
She moaned and then winced, and I stopped. “You okay?”
“Just…tight.”
“No shit you’re tight,” I groaned and bent over her to kiss her tits. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“And you’re fucking big.”
I laughed against her skin. “Lift your hips, baby” I said. It was all I needed to sink all the way into her. “You okay?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she said. “I am so good.” I thrust into her and it was a chant in my ear. “So good, so good Liam. You make me feel so good.”
I leaned back and caught her eyes again. For me the connection was so powerful I couldn’t look away. Never in my life had I felt something like this, like everything between us was gone and it was her body and her soul and my body and my soul and all I wanted to do was feel like this forever.
It was better than hockey and I’d never thought that before.
The thought jarred me and I blinked to break the moment, but it somehow wasn’t enough. I buried my face in her neck, my chest against her breasts, her breath in my ear. I slipped one hand between us suddenly, strangely desperate for this moment, this too much, too big, connection to be over.
“Yes, Yes, Liam,” she moaned in my ear. A chant that rose in power and volume. She arched against me and I felt her coming again and I let myself go. Thrusting into her as hard and as fast as I could.
My orgasm exploded out of me. In me. Through me. I came so hard and so long I wasn’t sure if I was coming twice. “Jesus. Fuck. Kit,” I said. And then again. This woman beneath me sent me into some other universe with her eyes and her body and those goddamn tits. She stroked my back and arched against me.
The devil woman squeezed my cock in her pussy, and I came more. Harder.
I collapsed against her. Aware that I was crushing her, but truly, for the span of three breaths, unable to do anything about it.
“You broke me,” I said, and she laughed again. “I’m not joking.”
“I didn’t do anything to you,” she whispered and kissed my forehead. Her tenderness was as disarming as her desire had been. “You have only yourself to blame.”
Finally, I rolled off her, onto my stomach, my arm hooked around her waist.
She ran a finger down my spine to the dimples at the top of my ass. Her fingers lingered there. “Do you know what these are called?” she asked.
“No. But I bet you do.”
“Dimples of Apollo.”
“Sexy.”
“On women they’re called Dimples of Venus. They’re very rare actually. Only a small percent of people have them.”
“I’m very rare, Kit. You gotta get used to it.”
She laughed and kissed my shoulder, but her fingers were still at my back. “They’re genetic.”
I was drifting off to the sweet sound of her voice. She could talk about whatever she wanted as long as she kept talking.
“Actually, Tess has them.”