21. Liam
Liam
I was about half a second from losing it in my pants like a virginal teenager, and I'm about thirty seconds from grabbing her limp body and throwing it over the table before fucking her until she drops.
I would, too.
But she's too relaxed to pester, so I try to open the mind-body connection between brain and dick, telling it to calm the fuck down.
It doesn't, straining toward that warm, pliable body of hers, knowing that I could unzip my pants and lift her up, and there would be that nice, drenched little hole to slide into.
Just a few quick movements, and I can—
No.
I'm a gentleman. I need to act like one.
So I rest my chin on her head and try to ignore how she shifts to get comfortable, her ass rubbing against my hard-as-granite cock, whose inbox is closed to all messages that don't involve a hell of a lot of sex.
Sex on a beach sounds fun, but I don't want to deal with the sandy aftermath.
Wait until it's dark? If we do that, I can fuck her as much as I want right here, and we don't have to move.
Maybe I can drag her to the car and fuck her there—but I'm getting too old for that level of contortionist bullshit.
We can always go up to either of our rooms, but there's a huge part of me that wants to fuck her where everyone can see—as long as they're in the right place, at the right moment.
Like claiming her in public will cement her to me.
If there was a way to do that, to tie her to me forever, I would do it in a heartbeat.
Marriage comes to mind, but there's that whole thing with needing her on board with that. I have a feeling my little spitfire won't be easy to drag to the altar.
Handcuffs sound sexier, and I'm pretty sure I could convince her to use them.
Maybe I'll stop by the sex store and—
She shifts again and I groan, hugging her a little closer. "You really do seem to enjoy live-streaming."
Her snicker encourages all the dirty thoughts.
All of them, you understand.
And I have decades' worth of dirty thoughts to unpack.
Only a few people walk by now, here and there. The glorious colors of sunset are deepening into a velvety indigo, and stars peek out of the sky, welcoming the night.
Amy wiggles again, enough to disrupt my hold on her. Letting my arms fall to my sides, I watch as she adjusts her skirt to better cover all that and tests the chaise to see if it's wet.
It is.
She soaked it.
She came in squirts, and it was fucking glorious. But if I tell her that, she'll be embarrassed.
"We can sit at the table," I offer, standing and grabbing her hand. Amy ducks away from the gesture, though she follows me to the table.
She's a little distant again. Is the connection we have between us too much?
She ran away after we'd fucked for the first time. I'm thinking my little angel has a flight problem.
But then she stands between my legs when I sit, her gorgeous, bright green eyes staring directly into mine. "What's this about your username?" she asks, out of fucking nowhere.
I grin. "Do you want to know?"
Her eyes narrow into sexy little slits, a dangerous smile curving her lips. That look lights me up inside like a fucking Christmas tree.
"Maybe I do."
I lean back in the chair, the ocean breeze teasing the ends of her hair. It takes everything in me not to reach out and run my fingers through it. "You'll have to guess."
"Hmm." She taps a finger against her chin, mulling it over. "I'll start with the obvious. I know you?"
I chuckle. "Of course."
"Is it..." She leans in close, her breath hot against my ear. "A username about how good you are with your hands?"
Fuck. I suppress a groan. Dominating her is great. When she decides to play, confident and sassy in that curvy body of hers? Damn. That's my kryptonite. I'll die a fortunate man under her spell. "A great idea, but no."
Amy pouts, an exaggerated moue that draws my gaze to her plump bottom lip. I want to bite it. "Sir Trixalot. Is it related to your character's name?"
"Yes." I smirk. "To an extent."
Her eyes flash. "GreenKnightGaming?" The displeasure on her face, for some reason, makes me harder.
"No."
"Good. He's an ass." She tilts her head, thinking. "You're a streamer, too. So I should recognize your name. It has to be someone I've never watched or who doesn't show their face."
The way she studies me, thinking hard. If she wore glasses, she would look like a sexy, mussed up librarian.
Maybe library sex is next on our list.
I tug her closer between my legs, resting my thighs against her hips. She throws out a few more names I don't recognize, but of course none of them are right.
Reaching up, I thread my hands through that gorgeous curly hair of hers, listening as her breathing changes.
She always has this little hitch when her breathing gets a little heavier.
"Keep guessing." My voice drops an octave, rough with desire.
"Oh, I am." She places her palms on my thighs, sliding one knee onto the chair. I watch as she slides it forward, stopping only when she's pushed up hard against my straining cock.
We're so close that our noses nearly brush. "I'm like a dog with a bone," she whispers against my lips.
I can't help it. I nudge my hips a little forward, groaning at the pressure of her knee. She's just managed to miss my balls.
That wouldn't be sexy.
But the spot her knee is hitting now? Yeah. That's sexy.
"I have a bone for you," I mutter, loving how she laughs.
We stare at each other for a charged moment, the air crackling with tension. Who takes the first step? That's always the question between us.
I want nothing more than to pull her into my lap and claim her mouth with mine.
But I resist the urge. Anticipation is half the fun.
"Keep guessing, angel." I lean back with a wink. "You'll figure it out eventually."
Amy rolls her eyes, but I catch the smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she leans in a little more. Her hands move to my shoulders as she keeps her balance. "You're lucky you're cute."
"Just cute?" Sliding my hands up her ribs, I brush my thumbs beneath her breasts. She's soft beneath my touch, and I want to sink my fingers in and really grip her beneath it all.
But I don't. The way her nose flares, her slow blinks, how that delicate pink tongue comes out to lick the side of her mouth; I can see it all.
She wants me to take charge. To take what we both want. To go farther, to push her past that comfort zone of hers.
She's used to being the one in charge. Used to having the energy in a relationship.
I've changed things up.
And now she's ready to run, when she isn't wet and wanting beneath my hands.
So I'm going to let her be in control.
Her breath tickles my ear as she leans in close, whispering another guess. "DeathSlayer. The one with like eighty-five X's in his name."
I can't help but chuckle. "Wrong again, angel." Her knee's rubbing against my cock, but I keep my eyes on hers through the teasing.
It's amazing how good it feels when she's on the other end.
"Hmm..." Her fingers dance across my shoulders, up my neck, threading into my hair. "YOLOSwagMonster?"
A full-bellied laugh escapes me. "Definitely not. Keep guessing though. I'm enjoying this little game."
She huffs, her warm breath fanning across my jaw. "You're impossible." But there's a playful lilt to her voice that goes straight to my dick, making it stand up and take notice.
Oh, yeah.
"I prefer mysterious." I turn my head slightly, my nose brushing against her temple. Her scent is intoxicating, something dark and sexy with those little vanilla notes that women love.
I can't blame them. I do, too.
"Fine, keep your secrets." Her fingers tighten in my hair as she pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. Those emerald eyes sparkle with mischief. "I'll figure you out eventually, Liam Taylor."
The way my name rolls off her tongue, like a prayer and a curse all at once, it sets my blood on fire. I want to hear her scream it in ecstasy, whisper it in the dark, moan it against my skin.
"I look forward to it," I murmur, my voice rough with desire.
She glances over my head, checking how many people are around.
It's dark now. We're nothing but shadows.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, tugging my head back until all I see are stars glittering in the darkened sky. I keep my hands on her ribs, feeling each breath she takes, letting her control the moment.
Amy's lips graze my throat, trailing kisses that send shivers down my spine. Her fingertips dance along my Adam's apple, teasing and tantalizing. I swallow hard, and she chuckles.
"Have you ever been in my chat channel?" she murmurs against my skin, her voice low and sultry.
"No." The word is almost strangled with the need I force under control. It's the truth. But I'll be in there every moment I can manage from here on.
She hums, nipping at my jaw. "Pity. You might have learned a thing or two. So, you aren't my fan."
I chuckle, the sound turning into a groan as she rocks her knee against me. "I think I'm learning plenty right now. And I'd argue that I'm a top fan." I palm the bottom of her breasts, enjoying the heavy weight.
This is supposed to go at her pace, but I can't help it.
They're right there, and my hands ache with the need to touch her. To give her pleasure. To elicit her little moans and whimpers.
But like a good man, I keep my face to the sky, letting her do as she pleases. Without sight, I have to use memory to slide my fingers along her breasts, hunting for the edge of her neckline. She hums a soft, approving sound when I find it, arching toward me.
Yanking her neckline down, I free one, then the other, from the torturous restraints of her bra. By the feel, they're lacy little things. Sexy.
Her knee retreats, and my dick is lonely without the warmth of her shoved against it. But then I can feel her moving, shuffling around until her knees squeeze between me and the chair.
When she's finally straddling me, she straightens until her breasts hang over my face.
Who am I to deny such precious gifts?
Grabbing one in each hand, I squeeze hard, smiling at her soft hiss of air as she grabs my hair for leverage. Her skin is so soft, so silky sweet. Sucking in first one nipple, then the other, I listen for her moans.
When I flick her nipples with my tongue, she trembles.
When I suckle them, she hisses and tugs at my hair.
When I nuzzle them, she breathes out a soft little sigh, melting further into me.
Each hard squeeze is a moan, and a light touch gives little to no change in her breathing. When I nip and lick, she pulls me closer.
All things that I love to learn about my angel.
She likes it rougher. Everything has to be harder to get that breath to hitch, to make her eyes darken with lust.
My girl loves her extremes.
Sliding my hands up her breasts, I squeeze and tug on her nipples, twisting them whenever she shoves further into my hands. Her little whimpers have my cock twitching, yearning for the warmth of her, and all I want is to give her everything.
"Do you think they're watching us from the windows?" she whispers into my ear as I flick and fiddle.
"Yep." There's no way they're not. I would be. I'm not that fucking stupid. A free show outside? I'd be in those windows so fast. "Probably others, too."
"Even in the dark?"
"They'd be looking for even a glimpse of your sweet ass, angel." Ditching her breasts for a moment, I slide my hand around to cup her ass, sliding my fingers into the crack between them.
She jumps a little, and her panicked squeak is adorable.
"Not into ass play?"
"Haven't ever tried. Never let anyone."
I notice that isn't an I don't like it .
Sounds more like an invitation to me.
Another time, when I'm more prepared. Once I get my cock inside her, it's going to be a struggle. I'm already ready to blow, and I haven't gotten my dick out of my damn jeans yet.
It's worth every second of torture to slide my hand further down those soft, round, bouncy cheeks until my fingers can feel the heat between her thighs. She shoves her hips back against me immediately, ready for more, but I tap at her entrance, inserting only the tip of my finger before popping it back out.
She hisses, rocking back with abandon as I continue to bite and suckle all around her breasts, knowing there will be bruises and marks when morning comes.
That's fine.
I want her to show them off, like a fucking necklace made of me.
Hell, I'd fuck her on stream so all her little simp fanboys know who she belongs to. So they know they can never live up to the pleasure she receives from my cock. My fingers. My lips.