Chapter Twenty-Five
Calypso
Liam opens the door for me and I walk in, throwing my keys on the side table and heading for the kitchen.
It’s been a long month.
The entire way, I feel Liam’s presence close behind me.
On the car ride home, Liam told me about his conversation with my mother. It was more or less what I expected, other than her guessing that something else is going on between us. In hindsight, I shouldn’t be surprised by that.
That’s the least of my problems tonight, though.
I stop in front of the drink cabinet and turn toward him with crossed arms. At this hour, I don’t want alcohol, even if I don’t have to go into the bakery until late tomorrow morning. I think I just wanted some space from him.
He’s worming his way in everywhere.
I know he said he would do what he could to ease that. He’d find another place for Jo, or he’d stay with his cousin. I’m sure if I told him I didn’t want to do this anymore, he’d end it. It probably wouldn’t risk the contract with Pippa at this point, but who fucking knows.
I don’t want him to make it easy for me to leave. I want him to claw his nails so deep into my soul that a part of me is always his.
And that is fucking terrifying.
“Are you tired?” he asks and steps closer.
Swallowing, I shake my head. “No. Are you?”
“No,” he draws out in a gravelly tone.
I bob my head, pretending to think it over as he steps closer. It’s only a matter of time until Liam remembers Gavin’s call earlier—if he hasn’t already—but I’d rather focus on this, cross this physical line with him rather than emotionally cut myself open even more for him.
Not forever, just for the moment.
“Still hungry, babe?”
He tilts his head from side to side. “You could say that.”
I hop up on the inside corner of the counter spreading my legs so my short denim skirt rides up. Revealing my red lace panties, I ask, “What do you want?”
His hands slide up my thighs and stop at the hem of my skirt. “All I’ve been able to think about is your sweet pussy.”
Biting my lip, I eye the bulge in his pants. “I’d rather you fuck me.”
He chuckles and presses his body against mine, grabbing my shins and wrapping my legs around him. “How about both?”
“Dick first,” I demand with a saccharine smile.
He grabs my ass and pumps his hips against my pussy. “I love when you’re bossy.”
I drop one of my legs, exploring what would be the most comfortable position right here, and wrap an arm around his shoulders.
“I love when you shut up and do what you’re told,” I say before kissing him roughly.
With one foot now on the floor and the other leg wrapped around him, we’re lined up pretty evenly. It helps that I’m tall.
He indulges the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away.
With a hand on the button of my skirt, he says, “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
We were safe during our night in March together. He only fucked me without a condom when we were in the shower, but he finished in my hand and I’m on birth control. Still, we had the conversation in the elevator up to his room.
I enjoy giving head as much as he does, so we wanted to make sure it wasn’t off the table.
“Same,” I tell him. “And I got a new IUD in May.”
His Adam’s apple bobs, eyes growing heady in anticipation. “Can I fuck you bare?”
Nodding, I say, “Don’t come inside of me.”
There’s only relief in the breath he lets out, not disappointment.
We make out while undressing each other in the kitchen, too desperate to wait the few seconds it would take to go upstairs. Kissing Liam never gets old. So much so that I’m glad we spent the last few weeks only finding pleasure in each other that way.
It built the anticipation for this moment, like we’re having sex for the first time.
In a lot of ways, it does feel like a first. It’s the only time I can think of where emotions were so mixed into the sexual connection. It’s deeper than anything I have experienced before.
When he slips my panties down my legs, he steps forward and pushes his body flush to mine. My hands slide up his sides and around to his muscular back. Liam is only a few inches taller than me, but he’s big and beefy, so his demeanor is overwhelming. It makes me feel protected but never small.
With a knee, he breaks my thighs apart and slips in between them. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and I use one hand on the counter to balance while the other is around his neck. I’m completely bare and open for him like this.
With a low growl, his hand brushes down my body as he connects with my center. I’m wet and needy for him—I hadn’t expected this to happen tonight, but I’d been hoping for more since Friday.
“I need your cock, baby,” I say when he lets out a shuddering breath as his fingers swipe through my arousal. He nods dazedly and pushes a finger inside of me.
I need you.
I arch in his arms a little. The pressure is nice but only a whisper of what I crave. I don’t want him to prep me.
Shaking my head, I whisper, “I want you inside of me. Now.”
His head tips up, curiosity and apprehension in his expression. He’s big—he knows it. That’s what I want.
I want it to hurt in that toe-curling, pleasure-filled way. I want to feel every single inch of him stretch me open—to remind me why I haven’t been able to think about any man other than him since our night together.
Liam lets out a sharp, ragged breath but doesn’t argue. With a hand on the back of my thigh, he positions me with his tip notched at my center. He pushes in an inch and the desired pain shoots up my body.
“Oh my God,” I moan and tip my head back. “That feels so—ah!”
He roughly pushes in another inch, all hesitation fading away in favor of how fucking good it feels to connect this way.
“Calypso, honey,” he growls and looks at me with darkened eyes. “You are so fucking gorgeous. You feel fucking perfect. Fuck.”
It’s all too much—his words, his gaze, his body. Yet not nearly enough when every inch of me is screaming for more.
Tightening his hold on my hips, Liam pushes forward at the same time he pulls my pelvis closer to him. It’s one brutal thrust that sheathes him fully inside of me.
I’m a whimpering, incoherent mess as the sharp sting of his cock begins to wash away, leaving only pleasure and fullness in its absence.
Leaning forward, Liam gently pushes me back to the counter. I’m nestled against the inside corner and each of my arms are pressed against the counter to balance me. With my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on my ass, I’m fully at his mercy.
It’s unfamiliar for me to give this much control over to a sexual partner, but there isn’t any anxiety with Liam—only the anticipation of knowing he’ll take care of me.
How utterly consumed I am by him at the moment also makes it easier to hand over for now.
“You okay, honey?” he asks and circles his hips without pulling out.
I clench around him when he brushes against a particularly sensitive spot.
“Mm,” I hum and try to nod. It’s the best I can muster right now, but he recognizes it for what it is—pleasure. “More.”
He chuckles darkly. “We’re just getting started, Calypso.”
Liam pulls out at a torturously slow pace. When he gets to the tip, he stops before he fully removes himself and slams back into me. My body jerks against the counter. Before I have a chance to orient myself, he pulls out at a much quicker pace and slams into me again.
And again.
And again.
“Yes, baby,” I say in a breathy voice. My hands cup my breasts and pinch my sensitive nipples. “God, I feel so full. I needed this—needed you.”
The sentiment slips out; I’m too dazed by my growing orgasm. At the moment, I can’t find it in me to care.
A soft whimper falls from his lips. “Me too, honey.”
He pumps his hips at a steady, unrelenting pace, I watch as his cock fills me over and over. Without any clit stimulation, it’s not enough to make me orgasm, but it brings me to the edge, promising the intense euphoria without ever delivering it.
The edging feels good for a few minutes. Usually I could go longer, though I’d rather be the one teasing him for hours on end. Right now, after months of being with Liam yet never really having him, I am desperate and needy and so goddamn impatient.
“Where do you want to come?” I ask with a breathless gasp. I try to keep my voice strong, but he brushes against my g-spot and my arms almost give out from the sensation.
Liam lets out a deep, masculine groan and breathes heavily as he watches himself fuck me. It takes him a few seconds before he looks up at me and grunts, “Your mouth.”
I bite my lip and smile, loving the thought of getting to taste him again.
“You better make me come first, then.” I drop one of my hands to my clit.
He huffs out a laugh but his glazed eyes give him away—he’s as consumed by the moment as I am.
Liam moves a hand to the back of my waist and uses the momentum of his next thrust to push me up. My hand on the counter flies to the back of his neck, balancing myself in the new position.
One of my arms is pinned between us, holding my hand hostage against my clit.
His grip on my ass helps him continue to pump into me.
Because of my height, this position—him standing with my legs wrapped around him—is fairly new to me.
It can be hard to fit such long limbs in a way that’s comfortable for both of us.
Liam doesn’t have that problem. Like before, I don’t have to do much of the work. Liam’s tall, bulky stature mixed with his strength makes the position effortless, at least for me.
With an arm around his neck, I hold tightly and play with my clit, bouncing on his dick. He’s not quite as deep as before, but the sensation of his chest against my breasts and his masculine, musky scent is more than enough to make up for that.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant and grab his jaw.
Clumsily, I pull his mouth up to mine and kiss him with more heat than finesse. He matches me, tongues and teeth sloppily clashing. It only makes it more erotic.
His movements speed up, matching the pace I’m circling my sensitive spot with, and I break the kiss when I moan loudly.
My head drops to his shoulder and I nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his musky vanilla scent like it’s my own personal aphrodisiac.
It all becomes too much and I struggle to hold myself up, giving myself over fully to Liam.
He holds me strongly in his arms, never wavering as I reach my peak. Feral, throaty sounds claw out against his skin. Words turn into bites as I crave to be even closer to him while my orgasm washes through me.
Even now, I’m still desperate for more. It’s a terrifying thought but only a blip in the ocean of my pleasure.