Chapter Twenty-Three #2
Closing my eyes, I turn on the toy and trail it down my body.
The light sucking pleasantly tugs at my skin, and I tease my nipple with it as my other hand moves between my thighs.
I imagine it’s Liam’s fingers tracing down my body.
No matter how softly he touches me, his strong hands scrape against my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
It’s not my middle finger circling the sensitive spot; It’s Liam’s thumb getting me wet as his fingers open me up, teasing me without any of the pressure I am desperate for.
Aroused by the thought of his hands on my bare body, I move the toy to my clit and slide a finger inside of my pussy. Oh my God. My back arches off the mattress, but it’s not enough. Liam would be so much bigger; I’d be so much fuller.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Liam.”
My wet fingers move to my nipple but in my mind, Liam’s teeth drag along my sensitive skin before he sucks my nipple into his mouth. He uses his teeth to hold me in place while his tongue laps against the bud.
I’m still circling my clit with the vibrator but it’s now the tip of Liam’s dick, not his fingers.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, pretending that the toy is his spongy, thick head instead.
The stairs groan and I pull the toy away, looking at the door. I realize I didn’t lock it, not thinking I needed to when it was only Rosie and me. I’m still on my back with my legs bent and sprawled open, facing the door.
It’s silent for a few more seconds, so I lie back and glide the toy against my inner thigh and up to my center. It leaves a light trail of my arousal on my skin.
Back in my fantasy, Liam’s pressing the tip of his cock against my clit again, moving in a slow, deliberate circle.
“I’m taking my time with you, honey,” he murmurs against my ear before sucking the lobe between his lips as he moves his length down to my slit, wet and hot for him.
I push my fingers inside of me an inch, imagining it’s his cock.
“Liam,” I moan again, louder.
Suddenly, the door opens and Liam walks in, concern etched across his features. “What—are you okay…?”
His words trail off as his eyes find their way up my body. In my current position, there’s a lot less area for his eyes to travel across before meeting mine.
With heated eyes, he says in a low, gravelly voice, “Calypso.”
That’s it.
Just my name.
“Oh my God,” I repeat, breathier this time. “I thought—you aren’t supposed to be here.”
I’m not mad or embarrassed.
Surprised? Yes.
Turned on? Absolutely.
It’s the perfect setting for a bad porno, but one I am very happy to find myself living out.
I only hope that this is enough for Liam to feel ready—to realize that I’m desperate for him. It won’t cause distance between us.
“Paint accident,” he says distractedly, but waves a hand down his body.
I take in his appearance. There’s orange paint running down his black button up and dress pants. His outfit changes depending on where his meetings are that day, but he must have stopped by a site for something.
Sitting up a little, I ask, “Are you okay?”
“Don’t move,” he says and takes a step forward. “Stay there, honey.”
Satisfaction floods through me. I lean back on my elbows, toy still in hand, and open my legs a little more.
“Fuck,” he groans and presses down on his crotch. His hands, forearms, and face are clean; it mostly got on his clothes. That’s good. “I can’t believe you were doing this while I wasn’t home.”
Waving the toy in the air, I say, “I can take care of myself.”
His heated gaze pins me against the mattress. “I can do it better. We both know it, or you wouldn’t have been moaning my name while touching yourself.”
My body flushes, knowing he’s right.
After a beat, I tilt my head and give him a devilish look. “You had limp-dick, remember?”
He barks out a surprised laugh and kicks the door shut behind him. “That’s not what happened.”
From his spot across the room, Liam strips his shirt off first, throwing it on his pile of laundry. Then his hands move to his pants, unbuttoning and slipping the fabric down. I sit up and push myself to the end of the bed.
His cock springs up as his jeans and boxer-briefs hit the floor, and I’m practically salivating at the sight of him. If it’s possible, he’s longer and thicker than my memories.
“I have to be somewhere in less than an hour,” he reminds me in a gruff tone. One of his hands strokes up his length, squeezing the tip hard. “And I’d much rather be the one to take care of us both before I have to leave.”
My breathing hitches and I don’t argue with him. With one foot on the mattress and the other planted on the floor, I slip the toy between my legs again while holding intense eye contact loaded with the raw attraction that is finally bubbling to the surface.
“On your knees.” My voice is low and raspy, dripping with a sense of confidence I’ve never felt.
Liam moves to take a step toward me, and I stop him with a hand in the air. Confusion clouds his features as his mouth pops open slightly.
“Only good boys get to taste my pussy, baby. You better follow directions.” With a saccharine smile, I point at the ground. “I said, on your knees.”
Closing his eyes tight, Liam squeezes the head of his cock once more before dropping to his knees.
Nodding in approval, I spread my legs wide and add more pressure on my clit. A desperate whimper falls from his lips as he starts stroking himself. “Fuck, Calypso. Your pussy is so goddamn pretty—soaked and needy for me.”
I tsk at him, biting back my own moan. In a steadier voice than expected, I tease, “Needy for an orgasm, sure, but you just so happen to be here.”
“You’re right,” he groans as he leaks precum. “I’m a lucky bastard, but I want to taste you, honey. Please.”
With my free hand, I crook a finger at him. “Come here, then.”
On hands and knees, completely fucking naked, Liam crawls across the room. His heavy panting and heady gaze tells me he’s as turned on as I am—that this isn’t only for my pleasure.
I’m captivated by the way his muscles stretch and bunch with each movement toward me. His blonde hair catches a warm glow in the low-lit room, and the scent of my arousal mixed with his vanilla musk creates an intoxicating aroma around us.
Coming to a stop in front of me, one of his hands strokes his length, his tattooed-forearm flexing with each movement.
“Is this what you were thinking about?” he asks in a gruff voice. “Me on my knees for you?”
I shake my head and sit up straighter, getting a better look of him naked and at my disposal. “You were just about to put your cock inside of me when you walked in.”
He groans, squeezing hard again, and shuts his eyes. With a deep breath, he slowly opens them and looks up at me again. “That’s exactly what I’d be doing if I didn’t have to leave after.”
“Quickie then,” I playfully offer.
Honestly, the sight of him before me is pretty fucking erotic. I’m happy with the change of plans.
“The first time I fuck you again,” he says, looking up at me with heated eyes, “won’t be quick. And I’m definitely not running out on you after.”
A small wave of guilt hits me for leaving without a word the next morning.
That was different. It was a one-time thing then.
This is… I don’t know. But it’s so much more than our night at the end of March.
“Me neither,” I whisper.
The two words slip out but I don’t take them back.
His eyelids shutter, neither of us realizing how important that was to him.
“I don’t need to fuck you to make you feel good,” he promises.
Appreciating that he doesn’t hold onto the heavy emotions, I smile down at him.
“Is that so?” I bite my lip and slip one of my legs over his shoulder.
The movement pulls his head closer, only inches from my pussy now.
Liam watches as I circle my clit and let out a breathy whimper.
With my foot, I push his shoulder away when he tries to lean in to get a taste.
Spreading my other leg open, I slide the toy up my thigh, still wet from my arousal.
“Are you sure you don’t need a reminder? I can give you a demonstration.”
He snatches the toy out of my hand. “Fuck no.” Instead of throwing it, or turning it off, he positions it against my clit at a new angle and adds more pressure.
Even the vibrator feels better in his hands.
With a calloused hand on the back of my thigh, Liam kisses the inside of my knee before he licks a long line up my thigh. “I’ve relied on my memories,” he murmurs against my skin. “I’m realizing they weren’t shit compared to the real thing—to being here with you.”
Leaning up on my elbows, I look down at him. “Liam…”
My words trail off at the desperation in his expression. He’s the perfect image of a man bowing before a goddess—worshipping her.
“Be a good boy, baby,” I say in a low, seductive tone and roughly pull his head. “Make me come.”
A guttural groan of pleasure pulls from his throat as his head moves to my center. His hum of approval vibrates through my body at his first taste of me.
“Jesus fuck, honey,” he groans. His hand slips around my thigh to hold me in place. “You taste so damn good.”
I preen at the compliment and drop one of my hands to interlace with his fingers digging into my skin. My other hand is playing with my tit, still thinking about Liam’s mouth there. His tongue focuses on my slit, lapping up every drop of arousal.
The thing that can really make or break how well a man eats pussy is how much he enjoys it.
Liam’s tongue slides into my channel and I clench around him. It makes him feral and he fucks me with his tongue. The rose toy sucks and vibrates against my clit, soaking Liam’s beard as he laps up my arousal. I grab onto his hair, using it as leverage to twirl my hips against his face.
“Your pussy is so fucking desperate for me,” he murmurs against my center. “You might not say it, but your body tells me everything I need to know. How much you need me—fucking crave me—as much as I do you. Isn’t that right?”
Yes. Yes. Yes.
I slap a hand over my mouth, muffling my moans and confessions.