CHAPTER 10 Penny Calloway
Addicted to You
I watch as Madden and Kennedy walk out with the bride and groom.
Ainsley has her arm linked through Ivy’s, and Dex is trailing behind them, on high alert that his wife has been drinking and making sure she’s taken care of.
Luke and Ellie head out, too, and then so do the rest of the people who were here celebrating the bride and groom since the people of honor have left.
I glance around, and my eyes land back on Liam. “Looks like it’s just us left.”
He glances around, too, and when he doesn’t see anyone from our respective parties, his eyes move back to mine. “So I can do this?” He leans forward and presses his lips to mine.
I pull back, nervous that we’ll be caught as my eyes dart around the room.
But then the champagne does the talking for me.
I step closer to him so our bodies are flush together, and I reach up and pull his head down to mine.
I open my mouth to his, kissing him right here in the middle of this club.
Well, more than kissing, if we’re being honest. We’re making out like two drunk teenagers.
It’s a little extra thrilling knowing anyone could catch us, but everyone left. It’s just us here. Maybe Ivy forgot her purse and will be back. Maybe Madden wasn’t quite done with that glass of whiskey.
Theoretically, someone we know could see us.
And given that this is just our second time together in forty-eight hours despite knowing each other for years, given that I’m going through a divorce and Liam’s future is uncertain…
we don’t want people we know to see us. We don’t want to ruin Everleigh’s weekend.
I’m not ready for labels. But there’s nothing to label. It’s just sex.
Well, and I’m moving in with him.
So that might be complicated. I’ll deal with it when I’m sober.
He pulls back first. “I need to fuck you again like I need to breathe.”
I moan at his words as butterflies erupt in my chest.
His words have the power to nearly send me into an orgasm, but I want his cock to do the work there. Or his mouth. I’m not super picky.
I grab his hand and pull him out of the club, and I spot Madden waiting at the end of a hallway with a restroom sign marked above it, so I drop Liam’s hand.
He glances at me, and I can feel his look asking why the fuck did you stop holding my hand, but I angle my head toward his brother, and he takes the hint.
Madden spots us, and we walk in his direction since we have to pass by him to get out of this hotel and back to ours.
“Just waiting for Kennedy. You two calling it quits already?” he asks.
Liam nods. “I’m beat, and Everleigh tasked me with making sure her maid of honor got back to her room safely.”
Madden claps him on the shoulder. “What a guy.”
Liam laughs.
“You ready to call it a night?” Madden asks me.
I nod. “It was an early morning getting the kids off to school, and I worked most of the day before I flew out.”
“Understood. You two have a good night. See you at brunch?”
“I’ll be there,” I say at the same time Liam says, “See you then.”
We head back to the Cosmopolitan, walking close to each other but without touching just in case anyone else should happen to be around. It’s surprisingly difficult not to grab his hand. I have to consciously remind myself not to.
“What floor are you on?” he asks when we step onto the elevator. He flashes his key and presses thirty-eight.
“Same.” I nod toward the keypad as the doors close, surprised that we’re the lone two on this elevator.
“What room are you in?” he asks.
“Thirty-eight seventy-two. You?”
“Thirty-eight eighty-four.”
I raise a brow. “Interesting. Just a few doors down.”
He takes a step toward me, and another, until he’s pinning me against the mirrored wall behind us.
“You want to go to your room or mine?” he asks, his nose brushing mine.
I tilt my chin to catch his lips with mine, and I pull back. He’s still in my orbit, his nose running along mine again.
“Mine is closer, and I need to get the hell out of these heels.”
He brushes his lips across mine. “I was hoping you’d leave them on for me.”
I moan softly, and he thrusts his hips.
“Fuck, Pen. That moan.”
I do it again, and it’s nearly a soft purr, a sound that I’m not quite sure I’ve ever made before.
His lips move to my neck, and he sucks the skin there, giving me a gentle bite before the elevator comes to a stop.
He pulls back, and we walk down the hall together, still careful to avoid holding hands since clearly this is the floor that most of the people here for Ev’s bachelorette weekend are on.
I pull out my room key as we walk down the hall, and I glance both ways as I arrive at my door. The hallway is deserted, and we slip unseen into my room.
The second the door closes behind us, he has me up against it, his mouth slamming to mine as his hips thrust against me.
He’s wild with lust in much the same way I am.
It felt like an interminable evening to get us here.
It’s only been two days since the last time we got to do this, and somehow I’m dying with need for him.
My arms are wrapped around his waist, and my palms move along his back, down to his ass, scratching back up.
He lifts me away from the door, setting his hands under my ass to pull me up and onto him.
I wrap my legs around his waist, moving my arms from around him and, instead, cradling his face between my palms. The scruff on his jaw tickles my hands as he continues to kiss me while he walks us through the room.
I shift my hips, and I feel his hard length against my center.
He lays me down on the bed, and I cling to him still, my legs linked around his middle and my hands moving to hold on around his biceps.
He kisses me deeply, with urgency, with need, as his hips slam to mine.
There are too many clothes in the way, and he must think that at the same time because he pulls the fabric covering my breasts to the side and buries his face there, just like I imagined he would.
“I’ve wanted to free these tits since the second I spotted you in this dress,” he growls. He reaches down toward my hip and shoves the bottom of my dress up. He pulls my panties to the side as his mouth finds one of my nipples, and I arch into him just as he slides his finger into me.
“Oh, God!” I cry as he starts to work his finger in and out.
“Have you been this wet all night?”
“Yes,” I admit on a moan. “Since the last time I was with you.”
“Jesus, Pen,” he hisses. He adds a second finger, and I ride his hand as he finger fucks me and takes my nipple back into his mouth.
I cry out as he thrusts his fingers into me faster and faster, and I feel my release starting to build as he works my body, touching me in a way that feels like we’ve been together forever, like he knows my body, knows what I like, knows me in a way no one else has ever bothered to.
It’s sexy and sweet and heartwarming all at the same time, things I never associated with Liam Bradley before.
His mouth moves from my nipple, and just as I feel the tingles starting to whip through me, he pulls his fingers out of me. He shoves them in my mouth, and I pull my hand to his wrist to hold it steady as I go to work sucking my own wetness off his fingers.
He stares at me in wonder for a few beats, and then he pushes up off the bed and moves to unbuckle his belt. I sit up, too, panting with need, and I bat his hand out of the way.
I start with his shirt, unbuttoning the black buttons until that perfect, chiseled body is in front of me, and I lick his abdomen as I finish working his belt and then his button and zipper.
I shove them down his legs with his boxers, freeing his cock, which is currently pointed straight up.
It’s hard and full of these sexy veins that are begging for my mouth, so I grab him in my fist and stroke a few times, and then I take his cock as far back as I can.
He growls, and it’s possibly the hottest sound I’ve ever heard a man make in my life.
His hands go to the back of my head so he can thrust in and fuck my mouth, and he only pumps his hips a few times before he holds still, holding me in place.
His cock fills my mouth, and my eyes are watering as he holds me there, but still, I suck on him.
“Ah, fuck, Pen,” he grunts, and he pulls back until his cock is completely free of my mouth. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come, and then I can’t fill your cunt with my cum.”
Whoa.
His dirty mouth is so damn hot.
I’m so on board for this.
He kicks off his shoes and removes the rest of his clothes, and he turns back to me. We’re both in a frenzy of need, yet he’s taking his time. Being meticulous. Wanting to stretch this out.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” he says.
I stand, my feet crying in these heels, but he wanted to fuck me in them, and fuck me in them he shall.
“I want you to bend me over the chair by the window so I can watch you in the reflection,” I say, nodding toward the upholstered lounge chair that’s the perfect height for this sort of activity. “And while you fuck me from behind, I want your finger in my ass.”
Hey, two can play the dirty talk game—thanks to the champagne, anyway. I’m certain I’d be red with embarrassment if my inhibitions weren’t out the window three glasses ago, but I suddenly feel like with Liam, I can ask for what I want without feeling shame or embarrassment.
His eyes light up with excitement, and he walks me over to the chair, kisses me gently, then spins me around and bends me over it so my ass is up in the air.
He runs his palm along one of my ass cheeks, and then he slips his finger into my pussy again, making sure I’m still ready for his monster cock.
I’m more than ready, and he pulls his finger out and spreads some of the moisture over my ass.
I feel his cock against my clit first, and it sends a spark of need up my spine before he slides into me.
We both groan at the feel of being reconnected, and he stills inside of me. I glance at his reflection in the window, and his eyes are on mine. We hold that connection there as he starts to move.
“Your cunt is so wet, so hot,” he grunts. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this all day.”
I watch as he pulls his hand up and spits on his fingers before he reaches back down and slides one of them into my ass.
The full feeling of having him inside two places is enough to make me come undone. I reach down to rub my clit while he moves his finger in and out of my ass and his cock in and out of my pussy.
“You’re drenched for me, baby. You wanted this, too,” he murmurs.
“Oh, God, Liam, yes, yes!” I cry out. “God, yes, fuck me just like that.”
He leans down over me and presses soft kisses to my back as he fucks me.
“You love my cock in your cunt and my finger in your ass, don’t you?” he asks.
“I love it!” I pant. “I want your cum inside me.”
Whoa. I’m fairly certain those words have never left my mouth before, but something about Liam makes me lose all sense of everything except him.
“I’m going to fill this cunt, baby.” His words come between panting as he’s starting to lose control, and it’s so damn hot. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, and he starts to move faster. He adds a second finger into my ass, stretching it as he slams his hips against me over and over.
I start to lose control. It’s too good, too much, all over.
I rub furiously at my clit, and I reach down and grasp his balls in my hand, massaging them as I feel them start to draw up.
He hammers into me, grunts and groans filling the room, and he pulls his fingers from my ass so he can lean down and hold onto me as he races toward his peak.
“I’m fucking addicted to you already, Penny,” he whispers, and then he unravels. He freezes inside me for a beat, and the twitch of his cock before he explodes sends me straight into my own release as we each ride out the wave of pure and total bliss.
We’re two people screaming our way through a brutal and beautiful orgasm, his whispered plea playing over and over in my head with a sentiment I couldn’t agree more with.
It’s only been twice, and I’m already fucking addicted to him, too.
And that seems like it’s going to be a pretty big problem.