Chapter 3 #2
Tomorrow morning, I’ll be Regan again. Safe, good, comfortable Regan. I’ll do all the right things, say the proper words, go to work, play by the rules, make my father proud.
That’s who I am and who I’ve always been. I’ll never be anyone else. My organizational lists have organizational lists.
But tonight, I set a car on fire.
I did that with my own hand. I spray painted it first too, and I can’t pretend like Liam pushed me into it.
This isn’t me. It’s someone different.
And this version of Regan wants to take this mistake all the way.
I turn the corner of the hall, heart racing, planning how I’ll knock on his door, slip inside, hesitate on the threshold to see if he sends me away—
When I run directly into him.
He grunts in surprise. I yelp, hands pressed to naked skin, fingers digging into muscles.
I look up, shocked, adrenaline flooding my core as he catches my waist, running a hand around to the small of my back to steady me.
We’re inches apart. He’s in gym shorts and nothing else; his body is as toned and gorgeous as I knew it would be.
Tattoos cover him, shapes and colors too dim to make out right now, and I feel strangely knotted clumps of scars on his chest.
We stare at each other without speaking for a beat.
Until I realize. He was coming to me. Just like I was going to him. There’s no other explanation for why he’s right here at the end of the hall.
“Were you sneaking out, love?” he says very quietly, his voice like a rumble down into my toes.
I shake my head. “I was just…”
His free hand snakes up my arm and slips into my hair. It doesn’t pull, but it tightens. He leans closer. “You were just, what?”
“Doing the same thing you were.” I meet his gaze and dare him to deny it.
But Liam only tilts his chin closer. “And what’s that, love?”
“You were coming to see me.”
His lips quirk. “Why would I do that?”
“Because… you wanted to…” I whimper when his fingers in my hair tug.
“Say it straight. No dancing around what you want, darling.”
“What I want?”
“What we want.”
I hold his attention, looking right into his dark brown eyes. “You were coming to fuck me, weren’t you?”
His smile says everything. It’s desire, it’s promise, but above all, the emotion that almost breaks me then and there, it’s need and hunger.
“I thought I’d start with a kiss first… but that’s the idea.”
His mouth presses to mine. My eyes go wide for a beat, surprise thrumming into me.
I can’t remember the last time I kissed someone who wasn’t Kieren, and I don’t know what to do.
I forget how to move, how to breathe, how to think.
It was easy with Kieren. We were so comfortable and familiar with each other that I never had to worry.
But maybe, at some level, that was the problem.
There was no struggle, no chase, no reason to stick around, and it could be that’s why I lost him.
Liam’s lips are shockingly soft. The stubble on his chin tickles.
His mouth opens and I yield to him, following his lead, letting his spicy, whisky-and-mint tongue slip against mine.
I ease into the kiss like dropping into a warm bath, and god, it feels good.
It feels so good, letting his lips infuse me, his smell wash over me, the warmth of his skin and the firmness of his muscles pierce straight into my core.
I shouldn’t do this. I feel myself tipping. I could stop it, turn back, hide under the blanket and wait until morning. When the sun comes up, I’ll go back to being me. This’ll be like a dream.
But if I’m dreaming, I might as well enjoy it.
I push myself tighter. The kiss deepens.
He lets out an incredible, sensual growl of delight as we kiss harder, my fingers touching him, brushing down to the waist of his shorts.
Kieren never reacted like this. Sex with him was always routine, something we had to get through, like Kieren was barely even there. Like he was jerking off into me.
But with Liam it’s like he’s more fully present.
His hand rips my hair as the other slips down to cup my ass.
I drag in a breath, liking the way he squeezes, the way he touches me like he can’t stop himself.
I feel him stiffening, pressing against me, and I realize he’s not wearing anything underneath the thin gym shorts.
Instead of being appalled, the idea sends me into overdrive.
I reach down and touch his cock.
He lets out a low hum of pleasure and bites my lip. I grip the tip and almost yelp with shock.
He’s enormous.
Massive, honestly. I don’t have many dicks to compare him to, but Liam is easily, by far, the biggest I’ve ever touched.
My mouth waters as he turns and pins me against the wall.
“Easy love,” he murmurs, kissing my neck.
He reaches down and tugs the oversized sweatshirt up, just above my breasts.
I’m not wearing my bra anymore. My nipples are hard and exposed as he leans down to suck them, his hands palming my chest, and his eyes shine with desire as he takes me in. “God damn, love, incredible.”
My fingers glide through his hair, tugging, as my other hand strokes his shaft over his shorts. He sucks my nipples harder, squeezing like he can’t help himself.
“Look at you,” he says, groaning in bliss. “So fucking pretty. These pink nipples are nice and stiff for me. Were you thinking about this on the couch? Dreaming about it?”
“You were thinking about it too.”
“God damn right I was. I pictured every inch of you, love, but you are far exceeding all expectations.” His right hand slides down the front of me to the shorts.
He tugs, then slips a hand down the waistline.
I whimper as he strokes over my panties, teasing my pussy.
Pleasure bursts into my core and I let out a low, needy gasp, which he swallows with a deep kiss.
I stroke him faster. I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I don’t care anymore. All the nervous worries, the fears, the self-conscious nagging, the ugly voice in the back of my head that’s always saying I’m wrong, I’m wrong, I’m doing it all wrong, everything goes silent.
I kiss him harder, tugging his shorts down. But before I get them off, he pulls back.
And drops to his knees.
“Liam,” I say, whimpering with surprise as he tugs my bottoms off. He kisses my stomach, my hip bones, muttering praise like he genuinely means it. I grab his hair and he shoves my other wrist against the wall as his mouth finds my pussy over my undies, licking and teasing, breathing me in.
“Fucking delicious. Let me taste you, Regan. Tell me you want it.”
“Please, I just—“
“Say you want it. Say it and mean it. I want you to beg me to lick your pussy until you come on my mouth. Nice and enthusiastic.”
Oh shit.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Kieren never did this. Another man’s mouth on my pussy, licking me, eating me, it’s dirty, it’s wrong—
He tugs my panties down until they’re around my ankles.
“Say it,” he whispers, sucking one finger before rolling it along my slit.
Holy crap.
That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“I want it,” I moan, arching my hips toward his face. “Please, Liam, keep going.”
His hands grip my ass and pull me in. “That’ll do, love.”
Then his lips find my pussy, and I’m absolutely done.
His tongue works my folds, spreads them, opens them wide before rolling around my clit.
Pleasure hits me like a cannon to the face.
I hold his hair hard, probably hurting him, but that only seems to make him want to ruin me more.
He licks, eating, pausing only to mutter about how good I taste and how much he wants to make me come on his face.
It’s filthy and I love it. He devours me, a finger sliding deep inside me.
I gasp, grinding on his mouth, his face, his finger.
It feels so good I’m about to break. Barely twenty seconds and I’m ready to explode.
The buildup is too much and I’m shaking, trembling, my skin flush and my breath ragged.
I’m grinding into his face, on his mouth and his stubble, his lips glistening with my moisture, and I don’t care.
He seems to love it too: he keeps telling me to come for him, to break for him.
“Wait!” I gasp, grabbing his hair and pulling him back. I’m right there, right on the edge and about to tip. “I want you inside of me.”
His eyes burn with manic desire. “Fuck, love,” he snarls, standing.
“I was going to be a good boy and control myself tonight, but that—“ He yanks down his shorts, exposing his massive, rock-hard cock.
I catch a glimpse of it for only a moment before he shoves his fingers into my mouth, tasting like pussy.
“That was so fucking hot—“ He makes me suck them and I whimper as his other hand strokes my clit. “And now I’ve fucking lost control.” He pulls his fingers out and kisses me, sucking my tongue, sloppy and hungry and incredible, giving me more of his taste and my own.
I stumble, getting dragged back into his bedroom. We barely make it inside before he’s bending me over and spanking my ass hard. I yelp in shock and look back as he smacks me a second time, leaving a red print on my pale skin, then drags me down to my knees and holds my hands above my head.
“Suck, love.” His tip glistens with pre-cum.
I open my mouth and carefully take him, licking, whimpering as I do it.
He’s so big and I’ve never been that good at this.
“There you go, baby, don’t be shy. I want to see your spit dripping off my shaft.
I want to see it spill all down your tits. Suck, love.”
I moan as his shaft grinds deeper. I fight back my gag reflex as my saliva drips from my lips.
Normally I’d be mortified of drooling on him, but not now.
Not with the way he’s moaning, clearly out of his mind, telling me how good I look with his spitty dick in my mouth, how pretty I am making such a mess.