34. Terrible Aim
Terrible Aim
Cerise
“Try again,” the man coached.
Liam rolled his shoulders and readied himself, gripping the ax as he reared back and released it. It clattered to the ground.
“You’re letting go much too soon.” The man mimicked how to throw as he explained the technique for what must have been the tenth time. “When your arm gets to this position, that’s when you release.”
“All right. I got it,” Liam said with bravado.
“I’m going to go check on the rest of the customers,” the man said, obviously irritated at our ineptitude. “You two be careful and remember my instructions.”
I leaned against the wooden partition, crossing my arms and watching Liam curse under his breath as he tried and tried again to make the ax stick to the target. His brow furrowed, bright green eyes framed by his glasses.
I couldn’t look away from him, mesmerized. He had rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, his forearms the most delicious distraction. Prior to our expedition, if someone had told me I would fall for Liam Pendragon, I would have laughed in their face. But now…
I shook my head. I really was, wasn’t I? Falling for him.
But I still didn’t know how to do this. Were we just supposed to visit each other when we could?
Despite the fact that we were both incredibly busy with our jobs?
It’s not like we got a significant amount of time off in academia.
I couldn’t miss my classes or my research to travel to his town regularly. And I couldn’t ask him to do the same.
So, I was going to do what he said and see where this went. We’d try and if it didn’t work out, then it didn’t work out.
But I want it to work out.
Liam seemed to know and understand everything about me. Always knew what I was thinking or feeling. What would get me out of my head. He even knew how to turn me on, doing things I never thought I would enjoy but, coming from him, made me feel things I had never thought possible.
“Well, this is utterly unachievable,” Liam complained, tossing the ax to the ground. “How do they even do this?” He gestured to the other patrons.
I laughed. “Having trouble?”
He adjusted his glasses. “Perhaps we are not cut out for ax-throwing after all.”
I hadn’t had any better luck than Liam. But I was feeling feisty, thanks to him, and had an idea. “Let’s turn it into a little game.”
He approached, looking at me with curiosity. “Game, huh?”
“Whoever hits the target first, wins. We will take turns throwing until one of us succeeds.”
He stepped closer, his eyes raking lazily along my figure, his gaze heated. “What’s the prize?”
“Whatever the winner wants it to be.”
“I already know what my prize will be.”
I boldly ran a finger along the collar of his shirt. “As do I.”
He turned, picking the weapon up from the straw-covered floor, and prepared to throw it again. With a flick of his wrist, it sailed through the air, bounced off the wall and fell to the ground. Liam let out a frustrated groan.
“My turn.”
I picked up the ax, raised it over my shoulder, and threw. No luck. Liam chuckled. We repeated the process for ten minutes, neither of us accomplishing our goal.
Liam prepared to throw the ax yet again. “If this one doesn’t stick, I will forfeit,” he called over his shoulder.
Liam threw the ax and this time…it didn’t stick. He turned and walked to where I stood behind him. “Our hour is up and we are both terrible at this. But I’ll let you have the win.”
“I still haven’t claimed my prize from when we caught all of those insects in the jungle that night, anyway,” I teased.
“That’s right. So your prize is whatever you wish it to be. Do you know what you want?”
I licked my lips. “Yes. I know exactly what I want.”
Liam’s pupils widened at my insinuation. “Oh do you? Then, I think it’s time for us to leave, isn’t it?”
My body buzzed with anticipation, every cell on fire, as Liam turned the lock to his room at the inn where he was staying. He opened the door and gestured for me to enter.
It was a small and cozy room. A four poster bed with luxurious maroon sheets sat in the corner, a window giving view to the night sky on the wall above it. A desk took up space in another corner, its dark wood contrasting the pale painted walls.
Arms slid around my waist as Liam pressed in behind me. He moved my hair to the side and began worshiping my neck and shoulder with his lips. “Are you ready to claim your prize, beautiful?”
I let my head fall back against his shoulder, a moan escaping my lips. “Yes.”
“How do you want me to make you come? With my fingers?” He gently bit my shoulder. “Or my tongue?” He licked the sting away, then kissed my neck again. “Or perhaps I’ll take you from behind so you can feel how deep I am inside of you.”
I couldn’t help but gasp at his words. But that wasn’t what I wanted as my prize. I wanted to do something for him.
I turned around in his arms and kissed him.
He deepened it, pulling me close, one hand on the back of my neck and the other gripping my waist. Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips down his neck and along his collarbone, kissing every new inch of skin as I undid each button of his shirt.
I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.
Then, I dropped to my knees and ran my hand along the hard length of his cock through his pants.
“Cerise…” he groaned, watching with blown pupils and rapt attention, his chest moving with heavy breaths. “You want to wrap those pretty lips around me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He didn’t take his eyes off me. “Keep going. Unbuckle my pants. Take them off.”
I did as he instructed, letting them drop to the ground.
“Take me out.”
I pulled down his briefs, freeing his cock. He stepped out of them, kicking his clothing across the room. I was still in my dress, but for some reason, that made it even sexier.
I grasped the base of his thick length, just as large as I remembered from back in the jungle. I couldn’t help but clench my thighs at the memory of how he felt inside me. Could I even take all of him in my mouth? I didn’t know, but I was determined to try.
I licked up his length, swirling my tongue around the tip, my eyelids fluttering at the salty taste of him. Liam groaned, his hands moving to my head, digging into my hair.
Wrapping my lips around him, I slowly started to suck, gradually taking him deeper and letting myself get used to the feel.
“Fuck, beautiful. Just like that.” He groaned, voice low and raspy.
I gripped the back of his thighs and pressed in further, bobbing my head as I took him deeper with each movement. Liam clenched his fingers, pulling my hair tight and stopping my rhythm.
“Look at me.”
I opened my eyes and met his gaze. He looked like he was on the verge of completely losing control and I relished it. I was the one doing that to him. I was the one pushing him to lose it.
And it made me feel powerful.
“I want you to look into my eyes while you take all of me. Do you want that?”
I nodded, whimpering.
Slowly, he pulled me deeper. I focused on relaxing my throat, pushing past the gag reflex as I took as much as I could. “Almost there. Can you take a little more?”
I nodded again. My breathing sped up; wetness pooled between my thighs; my nipples hardened beneath my dress.
Liam moved his hips at the same time he pulled me forward, pressed against his pubic bone. I panted through my nose, eyes watering.
“Good girl,” he said, looking down at me. “So pretty on your knees for me.”
I almost came from those words alone.
Then, he moved. Not hard, he was still gentle. But he was absolutely in control, holding my head while he thrust himself down my throat.
“Fuck, Cerise.” Liam moved faster while I sucked and moved my tongue, trying to make him come undone like he had to me.
I moaned around his cock and he jerked at the vibrations, moving faster. He was close, I could feel the way he tried to fight against it. I swirled my tongue and moaned again.
His voice was hoarse as he said, “I’m going to come down your throat and you’re going to swallow every single drop. Do you understand?”
I whimpered, nodding. That was exactly what I planned on doing. Seconds later, his rhythm stuttered and he pulsed inside my mouth, coming with something like a growl and a shout. I took all of it, swallowing the warmth and taking pride in giving Liam so much pleasure.
He pulled me off, both of us heaving.
“Fuck, sunshine.”
He took my hand and helped me up, pulling me into a brutal kiss as his fingers moved to the zipper on the back of my gown. He pulled it down, trailing kisses along my neck and shoulder as he went.
“Why Cerise…where in the world are your panties?” he asked, tossing my dress to the side and walking me backward toward the bed with his hands on my hips.
“Some scoundrel stole them.”
His lips met mine again as pressed me down on the sheets, crawling on top of me. Our tongues tangled, both of us moaning. His lips moved along my jaw, to the shell of my ear.
“I bet he was a handsome scoundrel.”
I giggled. “Quite handsome.”
He moved lower, feathering kisses along my shoulder, my collar bone, the center of my breasts. Lips closing around a nipple, he sucked hard. I arched my back with a whimper.
“And he’s good with his fingers, I assume?” he asked, lips moving lower, kissing along my stomach as he grazed my clit with his thumb.
“Yes…” I moaned.
“How good?” he asked, slipping a finger inside me.
“So…so…good.”
“Mmmm…” he hummed, settling on his knees on the floor.
Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he yanked me to the edge of the bed. “And I bet he’s good with his tongue…”
He dove forward, licking along my entire sex.
“Yes!” I cried out, my head falling back onto the bed.
Liam swirled his tongue around my clit, stretching me with one, then two, then three fingers, working me with groans of appreciation. He didn’t let up. Didn’t come up for air as he brought me closer to the edge.
“Oh gods…Liam…Liam,” I whimpered, gripping the sheets.
“That’s it, beautiful…say my name when you come.”
He increased his speed, curled his fingers, then sucked my clit into his mouth with a hard pull. I shattered, shouting his name as my orgasm overtook me entirely, my heels digging into his back. I shook and writhed and whimpered as he slowed, then pulled away.
Liam kissed his way back up my body, paying attention to my breasts again, then licked my neck.
We moved up the bed and he settled between my thighs. A hand slid up my hip, my waist, my breast, and settled at the side of my throat, his thumb against my jaw. He held my face tight, lips meeting mine in a savage kiss.
“Gods, Cerise…you’re fucking perfect,” he praised against my lips.
I preened, relishing the praise. Needing it. Craving it. After the stress of the night, I didn’t want to think about anything. I just wanted to feel.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I groaned.
He entered slowly, both of us moaning at the intrusion. With each slow thrust, Liam pushed deeper, still holding my neck as he stared down at me, pure need in his green eyes.
“I love the way you feel. So wet.” He thrust harder. “So deep.” He thrust again. “So…tight.”
My hands clutched his back, nails digging in as he slammed into me with brutal plunges. Lifting my leg, he hooked it over his shoulder, thrusting deeper and hitting the most delicious spot. The sounds spilling out of me were obscene as I was brought to the edge yet again.
“Yes. Fuck. Take me. Take all of me, Cerise.”
He increased his pace, moving so fast and hard we were moving up the bed. One arm held him above me as his other slipped under my back and gripped my shoulder, pulling me down against him with every thrust.
Gods, he was so big and I was so full, every pleasure spot inside me lighting up. I thrashed, arching again as I clutched Liam’s neck. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” I cried.
He gripped my hair, meeting my gaze and never looking away. “I want to hear those beautiful sounds you make when you come.”
He thrust deeper, harder, more frantic. I whimpered and moaned and sobbed…desperate to come. So close, so close, so close.
“Yes, gorgeous. Just like that. I want all your whimpers and moans. Your cries and shouts. They’re mine. Give. Them. To. Me.” He thrust hard with each word, sending me over the edge.
I came so hard I nearly passed out, tingling from my toes to the top of my head. Pleasure coursed through every cell of my body as I arched beneath him, my hard nipples scraping his chest.
“Good girl. Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me.”
Liam upped the pace as my orgasm dragged on and he found his own release a second time with a shudder, a curse, and a groan.
We came down from our high, panting and sweaty. He stroked my hair, peppering kisses along my jaw. “You’re amazing. You were so perfect.”
I sighed, still clutching him, relishing in the praise, the pleasure, the intimacy.
And it felt good. I felt good. I felt free.