Chapter 9 Liam
LIAM
I wouldn’t have insisted we eat dinner first if I had known the hell she was going to bring down on me as we waited for the food to finish cooking.
Every sexy smirk, every teasing note to her voice…my cock had been aching since she walked out of the laundry room wearing only my clothes. I would have taken her right then on the counter if it weren’t for the fact that I hadn’t slept with her yet.
I didn’t want the first time I fucked her to be among the carrots and potatoes.
“Mmm, this is fantastic,” she groaned, making my situation even worse.
She slid a piece of tender steak into her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she chewed so fucking delicately. It was hell on my cock to watch her slide a piece of steak over her tongue.
I clutched the knife and fork tighter, trying and failing to hold back the need to toss her across the table and fuck her. I would not ruin this for her. I’d been lusting after her for too many years to fuck this up now.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked, eyeing my steak.
“Do you want mine?”
Shoving my plate toward her, I wondered if she would actually take it. I knew Bailey could put away a lot of food, though where it went, I wasn’t sure. I loved a woman with a healthy appetite, and Bailey had definitely never been shy about eating what she liked.
“I’d better not. I might explode.”
But that didn’t stop her from taking the last bite of her steak and moaning as she savored every last bite. As for me, I’d barely touched my food. I couldn’t stop watching her, thinking about her mouth wrapped around my cock.
“Are you not hungry?” she asked, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, humor sparkling in their depths.
“I have other things on my mind,” I rumbled as I pressed my hand against my jeans, telling my cock to stand down.
Fuck, I was never going to get through the rest of this dinner.
But to my surprise, Bailey stood from her chair, snatching her glass of wine along the way, and sauntered over to me. As she lifted her leg and swung it over my lap, my hands immediately went to her thighs, clutching her tightly as she lowered herself directly over my cock.
“Mr. Parker, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were having a hard time focusing tonight.” Red wine stained her lips as she took another sip. “Is there anything I can do to help with your concentration?”
My calloused fingers slid up to her bare hips, tightening painfully as I thought of her warm pussy resting right over my cock. “You’ve been fucking with my concentration for the better part of ten years,” I admitted gruffly.
A single hand slid up my chest, tangling in the longer strands of hair that brushed against my ear, before she leaned in. My heart stuttered in my chest as her tongue flicked against my ear.
“Maybe it’s time we did something about that.”
Her hips flexed against mine, and that’s when I lost it. My fist shot up, gripping her blonde locks as I drew her toward me. My lips hovered just over hers for only a second before I crushed my mouth against hers.
The potent oak flavor of the wine was vibrant on her tongue, but any thoughts of how she tasted quickly vanished when her nails scraped down my chest, tearing the buttons open.
“Bailey,” I murmured against her lips, terrified I was going to lose it before I had the chance to treat her right.
“Do you know how long I’ve dreamed about touching you?” she whispered, her teeth nipping at my ear. Her body rocked against mine as she slid her nail over my nipple, scratching me slightly.
“All I think about at night is what it would be like to have your cock inside me. To feel your body pressed against mine. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she panted.
Gripping her around the hips, I was out of the chair in an instant, flinging it backward in my haste.
But as she wrapped her legs around my waist and sucked my tongue into her mouth, I knew I’d never make it to the bedroom. Spinning, I laid her out on the couch, my lips instantly latching onto her neck.
Tastes exploded on my tongue as I kissed the column of her throat, working my way down the V of her shirt.
One by one, I flicked the buttons open, exposing a little more skin every time until I could finally peel both sides of the shirt apart, revealing those beautiful breasts I hadn’t given enough attention to earlier tonight.
Peaked and rosy, they were fucking perfect. Sliding my tongue over one, it took everything in me not to bite her, to mark her with my teeth.
“Fucking perfect,” I growled, sitting back just enough to see her spread out for me. A small tuft of hair at the apex of her thighs immediately drew my attention.
With a small tug, she cried out, her clit pulsing against my fingers as if she hadn’t been touched in years. And hell if that didn’t make me want to explode right then.
With a single knuckle, I brushed my finger against her clit, watching as her eyes fluttered in ecstasy from the single touch. Sliding my knuckle down to her entrance, I bucked against it, pulsing the crook of my finger in and out.
“When was the last time, Bailey?”
Shattered breathing made it impossible for her to answer, so I pressed a little harder while sliding my fingers up to her breast, giving her nipple a firm tug.
“Bailey, I want the answer.”
Glazed eyes met mine in defiance. She wasn’t going to tell me. Fuck, that only made me want to drag out her torture even more.
“Tell me yours,” she finally asked, her hips bucking as I brushed my knuckle against her clit again.
“That’s not how this works.”
“You can always walk away,” she countered, challenging me in a way I never expected.
Was I really willing to walk away until I had the answers I was looking for?
With my hands wrapped around her waist, I lifted her sweet pussy to my mouth and devoured her before I even had a moment to think of anything else. Just that one taste told me everything I needed to know.
The taste of her, the way she creamed on my tongue…fuck, even her scent.
“Liam!” she cried out as I flicked my tongue against her pussy.
I couldn’t tear my mouth away from her if I wanted to. There could be a fucking fire and I would stay here, eating her sweet pussy and reminding myself of all I had missed out on over the past ten years.
“Fuck!” she cried out when her pussy spasmed, clenching around my tongue as she came hard.
I held her to my mouth, fucking her through every last shred of torture. Her body jerked in my hands and her fingers clenched my thighs until I finally lowered her to the couch and slid my nose up her body, grazing her nipple before brushing my lips over hers.
“How the hell am I ever going to let you leave my house?” I muttered, kissing her hard.
I was lost in her kisses, lost in the taste of her and how she smelled. I hardly noticed her fingers working the button on my jeans and tearing down the zipper.
Sitting up, I pulled her against me, her legs straddling my thighs. She tugged at my jeans impatiently, not even waiting for me to remove them all the way before she was gripping my cock and sinking down on me.
“Fuck!”
The curse left my lips seconds before she slammed her lips against mine, whimpering as her pussy pulsed around my cock. When she didn’t immediately move, I jerked my hips up, earning another whimper from her.
Confusion spread through me as I brushed her blonde locks out of her face and finally saw the tension bracketing her eyes.
“Bailey,” I whispered, but she only shook her head.
“Fucking hell, Bailey, why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, pulling her tight to me.
How the hell had I missed that? She was so confident—not an ounce of hesitation in her eyes. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I never thought—
Brushing my lips against her cheek, I licked the stray tear that had escaped. With my shirt still tucked around her, I slid my hands up her back in a soothing rhythm, hoping to ease the pain she was feeling.
It only took a minute for the tension to ease in her body, for her eyes to flutter open once again. And then, without a hint of hesitation, she started moving, rocking her body against mine.
“Bailey—”
“I’ve waited for this for so long,” she whispered.
“You waited for me,” I clarified.
She bit her lip, nodding as she rocked harder against me. Her eyes slipped closed as she tilted her head back, exposing the column of her throat.
“You had me fooled,” I whispered against her ear. “So fucking confident.”
“Only about this,” she whispered. “Because I always knew it would be you.”
“You’re all mine, Bailey,” I growled as my body tensed painfully.
Fuck, she was really all mine. There wasn’t another man alive who had ever seen Bailey like this, and there never would be.
I slid my hand on either side of her ribcage, opening the shirt as her breasts bounced playfully in front of me. She was fucking perfect, every fucking inch of her.
Leaning forward, I sucked her nipple into my mouth, groaning as I flicked my tongue over her again and again. Her breath hitched in her throat as she rode me harder. With a single bite, she cried out, rocking her hips again and again.
“Liam,” she whimpered.
My hands were everywhere, touching every inch of her skin, sliding over her perfect ass. Lifting her slightly, I guided her as I wanted, showing her the tempo I needed.
I was so close to coming, to spilling my cum inside her. I thought briefly about the fact that I hadn’t put on a damn condom, but then she leaned forward and bit my ear.
“Make me come.”
With a growl, I spun her to her back, laying her out on the couch. Hitching her leg up around my thigh, I slammed my cock inside her. Those beautiful blues rolled back in her head with every punch of my hips.
“Eyes on me, Bailey.”
They fluttered, but she was so lost in pleasure, she didn’t listen.
Sliding my hand over her pussy, I thumbed her clit. “Eyes on me,” I snapped. “Keep your fucking eyes on me.”
She finally peeled them open. Those lust-filled eyes locked on mine as I drove into her again and again. But I wasn’t close enough. I hauled her up in my arms, holding her to me as I punched my hips up, driving myself into her over and over again as she cried out.
Nails clawed at my back, and then her teeth bit down on my ear, and I was lost.
The world blackened around me as I spilled my cum inside her as she quaked in my arms. Panting hard, I held her to me, strumming my fingers up and down her back as my heart continued to hammer painfully in my chest.
Never in all my life did I imagine anything could be as amazing as what I just experienced with Bailey.
And she waited for me.
After all these years—years I spent worrying about my own shit, about the farm, about getting my life in order—and she had waited. She knew I was coming for her one day, and she only wanted to be mine.
I knew it deep in my soul. I didn’t need to hear the words to know exactly why she waited for me.
Because she knew when it finally happened, I would be hers for the rest of our lives.