17. Liam
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LIAM
S he wasn’t doing anything but holding Olivia, but it changed my entire perspective of her.
Gone was the icy woman from the party who looked down on me for being so different and undressed, clearly not from the upper crusts of society.
Gone, too, was the woman lusting after me and game for naughty talk and getting aroused when I called her a bratty slut in the closet.
With Liv sleeping peacefully on her chest, she looked serene and confident in a new way. Like she could adjust to life’s curveballs with me and make everything look effortless. Her determination to succeed and overcome any odds was sexy as hell. A smart woman was the ultimate turn on. A brave woman to take on a fussy baby and get her to relax was somehow my kryptonite.
My phone rang, jarring me from this reflective moment of admiring her like this.
Eva jumped a bit too, but she caught herself from moving too much and waking Liv.
I grabbed the device from the table and scanned the message that had come in. “Franco,” I told her. “He says the situation is under control. Both Giovannis and Devil’s Brothers have been captured.”
Her breath of relief mirrored the one I exhaled.
“It still wouldn’t hurt to stay inside for the night,” she said.
In here? With me? I nodded. “Probably wise.”
She locked her gaze on me again, and I felt every bit of the pressure that hung over us. The palpable sexual tension that I didn’t want to avoid anymore.
“Would it be wise for me to stay?” she asked, unafraid to speak up but delicate with her tone. Not bossy, not demanding. Simply inquisitive.
“I think it’s becoming foolish to pretend this connection between us is going to fade away,” I admitted.
“I never thought I’d be in this position,” she replied.
“What position?”
“Of wanting you so bad but knowing it can’t work.” She stood, seeming too anxious to sit there so close.
“What if we can make it work?” I rose and gestured between us. “You and me?”
“As…?”
“Partners.” I gently eased Olivia out of her arms to carry her to the crib. She didn’t wake, and once I slowly and carefully stepped back toward Eva, I turned and took her hands. “As lovers.”
She leaned in and kissed me, weakening under this pull that drew us together.
I framed her face, pouring my heart into the sweetness of pressing my lips against hers, relishing her sweet, minty taste and the hint of the wine she might have had earlier.
“It might have started as just sex,” I told her as I guided her toward the bed. “But that’s far less than what I want with you now.” Keeping my voice low, whispering as I moved her further from the crib, I relished the promise of a challenge in her eyes.
“Oh, yeah?” she taunted, whispering as well. “And what do you want?”
I tugged my shirt off, then pulled on hers. As she lifted her arms over her head to allow me to peel the garment off, I grinned before kissing her. She wasn’t wearing a bra, probably having changed into loungewear when she came home earlier. I lowered my hands to cup her heavy breasts, weighing their plumpness and groaning lowly at the warm, soft globes filling my grip.
“I want you.” It was the simple truth, and I intended to have her.
She sighed as I kissed down her neck, tasting her sweet flesh and feeling her rapid pulse.
“Think you can be quiet?” I teased.
Her hair brushed against my cheek as she nodded, and I wondered if she really could be noiseless with what I wanted to do. I pushed at her shorts, sliding them over her curvy hips. Her succulent flesh broke out in goosebumps as I urged her panties down too. With every inch of her smooth skin that was bared, my dick grew harder. Stiffer. And raging to plunge into her.
I winced at the pleasurable sting of pain as she twisted her fingers in my hair, keeping me close. Every touch turned me on. Each deep exhale she released taunted me to earn more of those sexy sounds. I was hers, beholden to making her gasp and shiver with pleasure.
After a push back, I got her onto the bed. She landed with a bounce, sending those glorious tits jiggling and teasing me to capture them with my lips. Her gaze stayed on me, full of hope and trust and desire so dark and addicting that I never want to lose this memory.
Spreading her legs out, she beckoned me to her pussy. I stared at her folds, glistening pink with the cream that leaked from her.
“Don’t make me wait, Liam. Please.”
I smiled, swiping my finger along her wet entrance. Then I brought it to my lips in a universal gesture of silence. Her chest lifted, thrusting her breasts higher with that deep breath. Needy and impatient, she bit her lip, watching me dip my finger into my mouth and suck it clean.
“Quiet.” I dropped to my knees.
The musky scent of her cream thrilled me, taunting me to taste more than that sample on my finger. Keeping my eyes on hers as I brought my face to her pussy, I stretched my tongue out to collect her juices. A long, lazy swipe from her hole to her clit had her squirming on the bed.
I reached up to grab her hands and pushed them behind her. Her fingers curled within mine, fisting the sheets she sat on. Once I hoped she understood that I wanted her to keep her hands right there, I slid mine under her thighs until her legs hung over my forearms.
Over and over, I stroked my tongue over her sopping wet entrance. Nips made her push her hips into my face. Harder sucks on her clit had her dropping her head back and fighting a moan of pleasure. I didn’t slow once. I didn’t delay. Sucking and licking, I kept her poised on the edge of coming.
“Liam,” she whined as I played with her clit, flicking the tip of my tongue at her bud.
I pistoned my fingers faster into her slippery cunt and sucked harder on her clit.
She whined, a gasping sound that would’ve been a loud cry if she hadn’t been holding back.
Her eyes opened wider at the sound of Olivia shifting on the crib. But fortunately, she didn’t wake.
I stayed still, waiting for the silence. Save for Eva’s panted breaths, it was quiet. I narrowed my eyes and dared her to be noisy again. She seemed to see the warning in my gaze because she shook her head, indicating that she wouldn’t wake her.
“Want me to keep going?” I whispered before kissing her entrance and dipping my tongue in.
She nodded, moving her shaky fingers to my head. Once she threaded them through my hair, scraping her nails against my scalp, I let her guide me back down.
Worrying that she wouldn’t actually be quiet, I angled up and pushed her to lie back. Reaching up to cover her mouth, I let her fuck my face as I licked and sucked.
My chin was covered with her juices, and I didn’t care how messy she made us. The sluicing sounds weren’t too loud to wake Olivia, but they spurred her on to reach her orgasm faster. As she came, squirting on my tongue and treating me to more of her sweet cream, I funneled two of my fingers into her mouth to keep her from being too loud.
She sucked them in hard, moaning quietly. I felt the vibration of her hum of approval, and I smiled as I licked the last of her juices as she came, shivering, trembling, and gasping. She was a puddle of pleasure, lax and limp on the bed. But I wasn’t done.
“Shh,” I reminded her as I pulled my fingers out and leaned up.
She blinked up at me, drowsy and sated, but still with interest burning in her eyes as I tore off my jeans and boxers, revealing my dick as it sprang up and pointed at her.
I kicked my clothes aside and stroked myself a couple of times, letting her look her fill. We’d never slowed down. We’d never attempted to have sex horizontally, and I wanted her to have a chance to see what I had for her.
She lifted her arms, beckoning me to lower over her. I did, hovering and bracing my weight on my forearms. Instead of lying still and making me do all the work, she kissed me and tasted herself. Her hands slipped over my back as she dragged her nails down my muscles. Then she rubbed over my ass and squeezed before reaching for my dick. Shifting up, she lined her pussy to my cockhead and widened her legs. Rubbing my erection over her, she guided me in.
And I was home. I slid in all the way until I was seated. Letting my hips grind against hers, I pushed her down on the mattress until she had no room to move.
“Oh…” She moaned quietly on a sexy sigh, but I feared it would be too much noise. Now that I was inside her, I wouldn’t be able to give up this chance to rock her world.
I kissed her, hard but not brutally, as I thrust into her over and over again.
I wouldn’t last long. Not with the pleasure of eating her cunt. Not with how tight she squeezed me, launching me closer to losing control.
When I did, we came together. Her slick inner muscles gloved me, milking me until I shot my cum deep inside her. I cradled the back of her head as she rode through her climax, clenching me until I was spent.
Finally, when I was certain that we wouldn’t make noise, I broke the long, wet kiss we’d muffled our reactions with. I pressed my lips to hers once more, just because I couldn’t resist. Then I reared back and smiled at the sluggish smirk of satisfaction she gave me.
“Imagine that. We made it to a bed for once.”
“Da-Da.”
We widened our eyes at each other, locked in a freezing paralysis of shock at Olivia’s little voice. In unison, we turned to face the crib. Throw pillows formed a wall at the end of the bed to block her from seeing us, but just barely.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered as a smile took over my face.
Eva nudged at my chest. “Liam! Do you think she saw us? Heard us?”
I faced her again after realizing Olivia didn’t have much of a vantage point. Even if she had, she wouldn’t have seen much or understood what was happening.
I couldn’t wipe this stupid smile off my face. “That’s the first time she’s called me that.” Liv knew quite a few words. Danicia assured me she was on par with her milestones, but I’d been waiting for her to call me Daddy .
Now that she had, I felt better. No. I felt great. My daughter recognized me. My woman was letting me love on her.
Nothing could go wrong as far as I was concerned.
I kissed Eva quickly, knowing things could only look up from this moment forward.