Chapter Fifteen #2
“I’m trying,” I murmur.
I am.
In a matter of weeks, I’ve shared more with Liam than I have with anyone else. He draws it out of me like a magician’s ribbon. That has to count for something, regardless of the details I’m still not ready to share.
“I know, honey,” he reassures. “I can see that—see you.”
His words wash over me, truthful and warm. I’ve never felt more seen and understood by someone in such a short time. Even when we’ve had small miscommunications like earlier tonight, he’s quick to talk it through and set my mind to rest.
I know if I open my mouth, I’ll ruin the moment. Not purposefully, just out of pure instinct.
Instead I choose the silent acceptance of the moment—of us, whatever that may be.
With a slight tilt of my head, my lips brush against Liam’s. His are full and soft but the prickle of his beard creates an intoxicating juxtaposition I haven’t stopped thinking about for months.
Playing coy, I pull away before it can go deeper. I’m surprised by the desperate need on Liam’s face. Even with his eyes closed, his desire for more—for me—is evident by his barely parted lips, the heavy fall of his chest, and the way he searches for contact before looking at me.
Lightly shaking his head, he leans closer and grabs one of my thighs, keeping me close to his body. “Come back here.”
As if his words put a spell on me, I sit motionless. With heady eyes, I watch him slide his hand up my arm before tangling it in my hair. It’s only seconds before his warm breath fans against my jaw and his lips crash into mine, but it feels like a torturous eternity.
There’s no holding back once I get a taste of him again.
He lets out a deep groan when my hand moves up his chest, my thumb flicking against his nipple, and I find the short hair at the back of his neck.
I swallow down the sound, not wanting to share his pleasure—not even with the crashing waves or crackling fire that is our soundtrack for this moment.
Liam’s hand around the back of my neck slips down to my waist, pulling our bodies flush to each other. As our tongues tangle together and my nails scratch down the back of his head, he guides one of my legs over his lap until I’m straddling him.
We break the kiss to look down at our new connection. My denim-clad pussy is positioned perfectly over his hard dick. It’s a situation I remember all too well. From the way Liam’s hand naturally slips down to my ass and softly rocks me over his length, he’s imagining that night as vividly as I am.
“Fuck,” he mutters, already moving back to my lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, it’s almost cruel.”
His words heat my arousal and I pull his mouth to mine, closing the last inch of distance.
Our bodies move in sensual harmony despite the layers of clothing between us. Our tongues fight for dominance, and I tilt his head further back, giving myself more of an advantage. It’s short-lived as he bites my bottom lip before kissing down my jaw and neck.
His tongue glides across the slope of my cleavage and my head falls back. “Yes,” I quietly moan. “Liam, yes.”
“Fuck, Calypso,” he groans with his head pressed against the valley of my breasts and his arm wrapped tightly against my waist. Bodies flush against each other, he looks up at me. “I’ve been dying to hear you say my name like that. I knew it would sound so goddamn pretty on your lips.”
Holding his jaw, I whisper, “Liam.” It’s breathy and needy, exactly how I feel. My hips pick up pace as my panties get wetter.
“Come for me.” His large hands slide up the back of my shorts and squeeze my ass. One of his fingers finds the string of my thong and runs his finger under it, teasing between my cheeks. “Please, honey—I’ve been such a good boy. Please let me watch.”
My hands tighten in the short strands of his hair. “Fuck,” I moan and press down harder against him. His dick is long and thick, and he actually knows how to use it. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
With his hands still on my ass, he tilts my hips until my clit is pressed against his length. Each slow slide against his length sparks pleasure in me. We kiss again—messy and greedy for each other—before his mouth trails back down.
This time, he pulls down one side of my tank top, uncovering my perked nipple. I don’t need a bra with this shirt and I’m applauding my earlier self for choosing this simple black option. Especially when his calloused hand moves up my side and cups my breast.
A whimper falls from my lips as his thumb rubs against the bud. His movements are slow and methodical as he familiarizes himself with my body again, contrasting my sharp, desperate thrusts.
“Liam, I’m—” My head tips back and I let out a loud moan. If the beach hadn’t been empty for hours, I’d be more worried. All my inhibitions were swept away by the tides the moment he said please. “I’m close, baby,” I whisper.
A grunt of acknowledgement is knocked out of him at the endearment I didn’t mean to add.
His reaction is enough encouragement to try it out again though—next time.
“Don’t stop,” Liam says and takes my nipple into his mouth. His tongue laps against the sensitive spot before he bites down. It’s hard and quick, leaving a sharp pain he soothes immediately after.
His body against mine, mixed with the memories of how he felt inside of me, turns those sparks into a fire coursing through my veins. Every inch of me is consumed by Liam, and the very thought alone is enough to push me over the edge of pleasure.
What really does it is the way he tangles his hands in my hair and roughly pulls my mouth down to his, catching my moan with his lips.
I’m a whimpering mess on his lap but Liam doesn’t stop. His tongue fucks my mouth as I come all over his lap like he wanted.
My orgasm is a whisper of what I felt when he was inside of me, but still so much better than it’s ever been with anyone before.
I come down from the high and slump against his chest. “Oh my God.”
Liam chuckles and fixes my tank top. “I haven’t done that since college, probably. That was hot as fuck.”
I nod. “It was—people should bring back dry humping.”
“You and I can start the movement,” he says with amusement.
Snickering, I look down at our laps and back to him with raised eyebrows.
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”
Sliding my hips against him one more time, he lets out a deep grunt. “Yeah, fine.”
He grabs my waist and keeps me from moving again. “You’re not making me come in my pants tonight.”
My lips twist to the side, thinking how that sounds like a pretty fun challenge.
He easily lifts me up and sets me on the blanket next to him. “You’re welcome to do whatever you want with my body when I don’t have to walk up a beach and drive home afterward.”
Snickering, I know it’s more than reasonable. Still, I say, “Boo, you’re boring.”
Quickly, Liam grabs my thigh and pulls me until I fall backward. I’m still laughing when he leans over me and nips at my jaw. “If you’re trying to rile me up so I’ll get you off again, it’s working.”
I grab his jaw with both hands and pull his head back up. We’re both smiling—his is smug and satisfied, where mine is subdued by feigned annoyance.
I can’t lose all my edge after one measly orgasm.
Loud, joyful screams come from down the shore. We both tilt our heads in the direction of the noise, but it’s too dark to see anything. It sounds like a group of college kids, probably coming out of the soon-to-be closed bars.
Liam and I look back at each other, our legs still tangled together as he lies over me.
“Are you ready to go?”
No.
I nod. “Yeah, let’s go.”
He pushes up, giving me room to sit. I look around at our things spread out along the blanket; my shopping bags, wrapped up s’mores sourdough, Liam’s keys, and a few other random items. Awkwardness rushes through me, and I hate myself for feeling uncertain after the moment we shared.
Especially when Liam fills me with newfound confidence in most situations. The kind that I’m usually faking.
When he doesn’t stand, I look in his direction. He hasn’t moved at all, only inches from me.
His hand slips into my hair again and he gently pulls my head back. I anticipate the kiss before he moves, but it’s much more tender and affectionate than I expected.
“If this was a one time thing, tell me now,” he says seriously. There’s no anger in his eyes but there’s hope.
I shake my head. “No, no.” I swallow down my hesitation. “I don’t want to go backward.”
His muscles loosen. “Good.”
That’s the end of the conversation. He pushes back and gathers our things quickly. I watch him in silence, appreciating his easy acceptance of this situation. I would understand if he needed the “What are we?” talk but he doesn’t. Not now, at least.
It’s like Liam can read deeper into my words, always finding the true intention or meaning when I can’t form the words to voice it.
He sees me.
Liam holds his hand out and pulls me up when I slip mine into his. We finish wrapping up the blanket and putting out the fire, silent companionship tying a connected string around us.