4. Chloe
CHLOE
The second his lips met mine, I was a goner.
Actually, no, that’s not true. I was a goner the second he smiled at me back at the opera house and rescued me from the old man and his invitation.
I was a goner then, but the second his mouth touched mine I was obliterated into a million pieces.
That’s when I learned that I was a sucker for a handsome guy with a pretty smile.
His kiss was hungry and when he slid his tongue along my bottom lip, asking to be let in, I let out a moan that I’m sure was heard all the way to the front of the restaurant.
I didn’t care though, his kiss made me feel something that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. All that mattered was that this gorgeous man was kissing me and had his hands on my body.
Nothing else but the two of us existed in that moment.
We eventually pulled apart, and when we did, the same hunger that I was getting from his mouth was coating his eyes.
The way he looked at me had me wishing that I had something between my legs helping me relieve the pressure I was holding.
The butterflies I felt earlier in the night were in full swing. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
And he showed me as much because as soon as we pulled apart, he grabbed my hand and we ran out of the restaurant.
We laughed the whole way back to the theater to get his car and head to my place after I had finally answered his question.
Now I’m sitting in a car that is probably worth four times more than I make in a year, with Liam’s hand in my lap, and a smile on my face.
“Promise me that when we get to my place, you won’t judge me.” I say to him, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Why would I judge you?” He asks, quickly looking at me before turning back to the road.
“Because I don’t make hockey player money. My apartment is nice but it’s probably not as nice as what you’re used to.” I can feel a blush start to coat my cheeks just by saying the words.
“Chloe, that’s not something to judge you over,” he says, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.
“I know but it will still be a clear sign that I don’t make as much as you.”
“I honestly don’t give a shit about that. Would it make you feel better if I told you I lived in a shoebox of an apartment up until two years ago?”
His comment takes me by surprise.
I’m not much of a hockey fan, hell I don’t even know what position Liam plays. What I do know, though, is that Liam has been one of the many faces for the Dark Knight for the last few years. Surely that pays enough to not live in a tiny apartment.
“Why? Don’t you make millions?” I ask curiously.
“I do, and for a few years I would spend money on things I wanted. Like this car, but I didn’t feel the need to spend a few grand a month on a place I was just going to spend a few a day in.”
That’s not a bad way of thinking.
“That’s actually smart. What made you finally move?”
Liam shrugs as he turns into my neighborhood like I told him to. “I wanted to get a dog and needed more space. But now I have the space but no dog yet.”
I can picture Liam running around a golden retriever puppy and naming said puppy princess or something and spoiling the hell out of the dog.
The image alone is enough to make the smile on my face even bigger.
As we make the last turn towards my apartment, I can’t help but to wonder why it feels so easy between us.
It shouldn’t feel that way.
I’ve only met Liam less than three hours ago and it already feels like I’ve known him my whole life.
Is that normal? Out of all the one-night stands I’ve had in my life, no one has ever felt like this before.
I wonder why.
What’s so damn special about this guy?
Liam is lucky enough to find a parking spot close to my building while I’m having a mental crisis, but instead of getting out of the car, he turns to face me.
The hand that is currently on my lap, squeezes around mine.
“You okay with me going up to your place? I can leave right now and call it a night.”
Is he this sweet and caring with everyone or just me?
I don’t bother answering his question with words.
Taking note from my on stage persona, I let go of Liam’s hand and lean over the center console and bring his face to mine.
There is nothing sweet or slow about the way my mouth lands against his.
My body has been on the brink of explosion from the second I caught his gaze. The kiss back at the pizza place was just the ignitor and now I’m letting the fire burn and taking what I want.
Liam has to feel the same way because he digs his hand into my hair, as if he can’t pull himself close enough to me.
He’s just as starved for me as I am for him.
I slide my tongue along his bottom lip, asking for entry and all it takes is one swipe and my tongue is dancing along his.
His hold on my hair becomes tighter and I can’t help but to let out a moan.
The pulling and the grabbing feel so damn good.
“We should head inside.” Liam lets out as his mouth travels down to my jaw and then to my neck.
I’m already a panting mess and all this man is doing is kissing me and pulling my hair.
I fucking live for it.
“We should.” I say, but don’t make the move to pull away from him and get out of the car.
My panting gets heavier as I feel Liam’s tongue slide against the length of my neck and stopping to suck on the skin above my collarbone.
I’m loving my dress so much right now. It’s exposed in all the right places.
I shift a bit in my seat, but not to open the car door. No, I shift so that my body is leaning over the console, with one hand threading itself through his hair to hold me up and the other landing onto his lap. My mouth doesn’t waste any time landing back on his.
“Chloe,” Liam growls against me the second I start massaging his dick through his tuxedo pants.
I let out a hum against his mouth, continuing with my motions.
“You don’t want to keep doing that.” Liam tells me, pulling away slightly only to take my bottom lip between his teeth and nipping me.
A small giggle escapes me followed by yet another moan when the hand that was in my hair slides down my body and rests along my hip.
“And why is that?” I ask, pulling from him to give him a smirk.
Liam gives me his own smirk and before I know it, he’s pulling me fully onto his lap so that I’m straddling him.
For being in such a small space, it still doesn’t feel like I’m close enough to him.
Strong hands land against my exposed thighs, and I can’t help but marvel at the feeling.
“Because if you keep touching me like that I may start doing things that may not be suitable to do in a car or in public.” He tells me, his hands moving closer and closer to the throbbing between my legs.
“Maybe that’s what I want.” I say, moving my hips to rub against him.
“You’re trouble, aren’t you?” He asks, his fingers digging deeper into my skin.
“Only when I want to be,” I say, leaning in and giving him a small nip along his neck, my hips continuing to move back and forth.
Liam looks at me with hooded eyes and all I can do is continue to smirk at him and let my hips move.
By the way I’m sitting on him, I can feel him get harder underneath me. I can’t help but wonder how much more I have to move in order for him to say fuck it and make me come.
I’m about to suggest it when one of his hands leaves my thighs and back up to my hair.
The way he pulls my hair and brings me closer to him has me filling the car with moans that I didn’t know I was capable of.
“As much as I want to fuck you in this car, someone can see us and plaster it all over social media,” he says, his mouth barely touching mine.
He does have a point. Given who he is and how this city views him, him getting caught having sex in public would be bad. For him and for me.
As enticing as it is, I have to think of the bigger picture.
“You’re right.” I say, my body sagging in the process.
Liam lets out a small laugh, planting a few kisses along my lips and my nose.
“Don’t look so disappointed. Just because we can’t do anything in the car, doesn’t mean we can’t do anything upstairs.
So be a good girl and get out so I can do to your body what your mouth has been silently telling me to do. ”
“Only if you call me a good girl again.” I say, thrusting my hips for good measure.
“Whenever you want.” With one last kiss filled with hunger, we make our way out of the car and up to my apartment.
Never have I disliked the fact that my building was a walk up more than I do know.
Running up stairs when all you can think about is sex is no fun.
But we make it up the four flights and the second we step foot into my apartment the hunger we have for each other is on a whole different level.
The second that we are behind the locked door, its mouths, and hands everywhere. It’s as if the both of us need more of each other and we’re the last two people on earth.
“You in this dress is going to haunt me for a long time.” Liam says, pushing me against the front door.
His hands lands on my thigh and travels up, pushing up the blue silk.
“That right there makes the price tag on it worth it,” I say, arching my body back to give him better access.
A growl leaves Liam’s mouth right before he slams his mouth back on mine and his hand finally touches me where I need him to.
His touch is gentle at first but then it becomes more aggressive, causing me to come closer to an orgasm than I had planned to.
He doesn’t even have a finger in me, he’s just teasing my most sensitive areas and I’m ready to explode for him.
“You’re so wet already.” Liam says, his fingers sliding my panties to the side and moving along my pussy.
“Since our first kiss.”
That must have flipped the switch in him because he presses his body against me, letting me feel every single hard inch of his.
This man is still fully clothed and I’m already salivating at what is underneath all the material.
I want my hands on everything.
Letting my boldness take over once more, I give Liam a little push to give me some room.
When he steps back, he gives me a look of panic, like I changed my mind about us potentially hooking up tonight.
Giving him a smile, I silently reassure him and slide down to my knees in front of him.
The smirk that takes over his face fuels me even more.
“You don’t have to do that,” he says, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face.
He’s sweet, and I like it, but right now, I don’t want sweet. I want him hungry and losing his mind.
“I want to. I really, really want to.” I say to him, looking up at him through my lashes.
My eyes stay on his as I undo his belt and then pop open the button holding his slacks together. My eyes still don’t move as I push his slacks down just enough to pull him out.
The second his cock is out and in my hands, I give him one final smile before taking him in my mouth.
One lick and the whole place fills with Liam’s moans.
I take him deeper and give him a few swipes of my tongue just to hear him lose it again.
“Fuck, Chloe.” He lets out after a minute, throwing his head back, his hands slapping against the wood of the door. “Your mouth feels so good.”
I let out a hum and continue working him as best as I can with his length and girth.
Looking up at him, I find his eyes open and looking down at me. They are hooded and filled with lust and if I wasn’t concentrating on him right now, I would slide a hand down to my pussy and start making myself come. But for the moment, I want to concentrate on him.
“You looks fucking gorgeous taking my cock in your mouth like that,” Liam praises, caressing my face. “Such a good girl.”
He must see how much those two little words affect me, because his gaze grows even more heated.
“You really do like me calling you a good girl, don’t you?” he asks.
I just nod, taking him deeper into my mouth until he’s hitting the back of my throat.
“Show me, then,” he says. “Show me just how much of a good girl you are.”
A hum leaves my lips and I do as I’m told.
Right now, I will do anything he tells me.