Chapter Thirty-Three
Calypso
My hands twist behind my back as I watch Liam unlock the front door, anticipation growing in my belly.
The rest of the night was fun, and the arcade theme is one of the best so far. The few hours we spent playing games flew by, and next thing we knew, the bar was announcing the last call for alcohol. We’d all stopped drinking earlier in the night, but it still pulled us out of our daze.
Holding the door open, Liam follows me inside.
He finally installed that dog door for Rosie, so we don’t have to worry about her when we’re gone for long hours. Still, Liam stops to pet her on his way to the kitchen. I stay rooted in my spot in the middle of the living room.
Liam rolls up his sleeves as he moves around the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of water and stops at the sink to wash his hands. It’s such a mundane task, one I’ve seen him do hundreds of times now.
Tonight feels different. Each move is intentional.
When he grabs the hand towel, it takes me back to his first night here. Things seemed so simple then—a few months of fake dating before we went our separate ways.
Now I’m avoiding anything that revolves around him leaving. My home or my life, it doesn’t matter. I want him here.
Words are still too weighted for me. I’m not strong enough to admit how deeply I’ve grown to care about him.
What I can do is give him my body in a way I never have with anyone else.
He lays the towel down and walks over to me.
“Is it upstairs?” My voice is raspier than normal.
He tilts his head and quirks a brow. “It?”
I roll my eyes and cross my arms, popping my hip. “The butt plug, Liam.”
“Oh that,” he teases. “I wasn’t sure if you were interested in trying that.”
The thought of what’s to come has my blood sparking to life.
There’s a lot of things I’ve been curious about sexually. Either Stefan wasn’t interested or I wasn’t comfortable enough with my partners, my ex-husband included.
Liam and I haven’t crossed the line into anything particularly kinky, but I always assumed he’d be down with a big ass grin if I ever suggested something. It doesn’t surprise me that Liam wanted to try this, so he’s making it happen—if I want it to.
“I want to,” I breathe out. “It’s new for me.”
He slowly stalks toward me. “I figured it would be,” he says and slides his hands around my waist, down to my ass. He grips each globe firmly and pulls my pelvis closer to his. “It’s small.”
I twist my lips to the side and give his crotch a pointed look. “It better be, because I can tell you one thing that is never going near my asshole.”
His head tips back on a laugh. “Noted. And never considered.”
“Good,” I say. “Since we’re on the same page, let’s go upstairs.”
He holds me in place and assesses me with a tilted head. “Are you nervous?”
Thinking it over for a second, the lie is on the tip of my tongue. I tell him the truth instead. “I am—but a good kind of nervous. The type of anticipation that has had me hot all night.”
With a grin, he leads us upstairs and closes the door.
He walks me toward the bed before opening his bedside drawer and pulling out a black velvet bag.
With his eyes on mine, he places two plugs on the duvet. They’re the same size and color—cherry red. My head whips up.
“I said ‘for us.’” He reminds me.
My mouth drops open.
He did.
“I—you want us both to use one?” I ask stupidly.
Liam chuckles. “That was the thought.”
“Have you ever done this before?”
He shakes his head. “Not with a partner, but I’ve used toys on myself.”
That loosens my muscles, knowing he has experience with this but not with anyone else. Catching my possessiveness, he licks his lips to hide his smile. It’s a poor attempt, but I don’t care right now. There are more important things on the table.
Er, bed.
“So this is a first,” I state the obvious. “For both of us.”
He tilts his head, looking at me with a new understanding. “Yeah, honey. It’s a first for both of us—and there’s no one else I want to experience these firsts with.”
I nod and walk closer to him. “Okay.”
He snatches my waist when I'm within reach and pulls me in for a fierce, possessive kiss. One I return with equal fervor. My fingers tangle in his short, soft hair and I hike my midi skirt up enough to wrap a leg around him.
“Liam,” I moan at the better angle. My head drops back as he kisses up and down my neck.
He guides me a few inches back until my legs hit the mattress.
“Let’s get you out of this,” he says and pushes my skirt down.
I step out of the silk and hold my hands up. Next is my top that he slips off over me. The moment is an unfamiliar mix of playfulness and sensuality—one, I think, I would love to be more acquainted with.
We’re mirroring each other’s wide smiles as I repeat the action of undressing him until we’re standing naked and aroused in front of each other. We both take in the other’s body as if it’s the first time we’re seeing them. Intimate moments with Liam always feel as new and exciting as the last.
My mouth waters at the sight of his large, hard dick standing straight up. When our gazes meet, he smirks and strokes himself slowly.
“You’ll get my cock, honey,” he promises. “After we’ve prepped.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask how but, more dominating than he usually is, Liam grabs my hips and turns me around. I’m now facing the bed and he guides my hands to the mattress, settling them next to the toys.
He runs a crooked finger up my spine. “I’m not going to eat your pussy right now,” he says in a gravelly tone, “because I want our first orgasms of the night to be together.”
I chuckle, remembering the state I left him in before dinner. He nips at my shoulder.
“Okay,” I breathe out and subconsciously arch my back further for him.
His hand glides along my skin, moving from my back down to my clit. “I want you to be ready, though.”
His chest is flush against my back as he starts teasing my clit and nibbling on my earlobe. His hard length is pressed between my ass cheeks.
“You’re ready,” I say in a breathier tone than I meant for.
He pumps his hips forward. “I have been all night.”
“So have I.” I turn my head and catch his lips. We swallow each other’s moans when he pushes a finger inside of me. “See? So wet for you, baby.”
“I can’t wait to have you soaking my cock,” he groans against my mouth.
He doesn’t stop right away. Liam takes his time fingering me, slowly and intentionally, until I’m a whimpering mess who can barely hold herself up. Then he finally reaches for the small bottle of lube and squirts a generous amount between my cheeks.
I’ve never had more than a finger or tongue adding pressure, never breaching that forbidden hole. I do my best to not tense up when one large hand grips a cheek and his other starts to slowly work a finger deeper, slowly pumping until his middle digit is fully inside of me.
One of my hands flies to my clit, craving more stimulation. It’s a different type of tightness than being filled with his length, but after a moment, it morphs into a pleasurable intrusion. Leisurely, he works his finger in and out of me, squeezing my ass appreciatively at the same time.
“Oh, God,” I moan. “That’s… That’s—ahhh.”
“Good?” He presses his chest to my back and nips at my earlobe. “Is that good, Calypso?”
“Yes, so good.” My head falls against his shoulder as I attempt to contort myself closer to him.
He hums and sucks on my heated skin. “Imagine how it’ll feel when both holes are stuffed full.”
My hips start to gyrate backward, silently begging for more. Chuckling, he pulls back and takes his time working a second finger inside. What starts as too much quickly becomes a desperate need for more, more, more.
Once I’ve adjusted, it doesn’t take long for Liam to really get the show going.
He gently removes his fingers before adding another few drops of lube.
I’m tense from being brought to the edge of orgasm without any release, but my body is relaxed when Liam slides the toy along my skin before he slowly fits it inside of me.
It’s… different than even his fingers. The tapered design is less shocking than his thick digits, but it’s wider toward the middle. I’m panting by the time Liam has pushed the toy into place; he holds each ass cheek to appreciate his work.
Looking over my shoulder, I can’t help but stare at his naked body with the same awe and desire. Stepping backward, I press against his hard cock. The small movement shifts the plug, causing a full body shudder of pleasure.
“Oh. That’s…” I wiggle my hips to test it again. “That’s nice.”
Behind me, Liam laughs and I can hear the smug satisfaction in it. He deserves it, because this is a type of full I didn’t know was possible. It feels impossible to take Liam’s cock too, though I’m determined to try. But first…
Spinning around, I rub a hand against his chest. “Your turn.”
“How do you want me?” He strokes himself, waiting for my commands.
I didn’t give that much thought. However, I quickly realized Liam was into some ass play considering he practically begged for it in the kitchen a few weeks ago. “On the bed?”
That’s been an easy position while giving him head.
Without another word, Liam takes his heady, intense gaze and moves to the bed. Settling himself against the pillows, I watch him lie back and spread his thick, muscular legs for me. His dick twitches when I let out a hum of appreciation.
Crawling between his legs, I reach forward and take his cock in my hand. A desperate little whimper falls from his lips when I squeeze the tip. I stroke him and do it again, wanting to push him as close to the edge again.
Grabbing one of his knees, I reposition his leg by bending it to give me better access before squirting the lube and working him open with my fingers. My chest heaves as I watch him submit to me in such an intimate way. I was worried it might be awkward, though very few things between us are.