Chapter 21 #2
I leaned back into Liam automatically, melting in his arms the way I always seemed to.
“I’m fine,” I said. “Andy is going to California for the week.”
“Hmm,” Liam murmured against my neck. “Does that mean you’ll let me take you out somewhere? Like, in public? If I recall, you owe me a reward for that goal.” He pressed a soft kiss to my skin. “Two goals, actually. So I should probably get double the reward.”
As much as I wanted to sink into his touch, I couldn’t help but think about the other thing Andy had said. Did my school have any written policy on dating the parent of a student? The truth was, I didn’t know, but it was hard to imagine the administration would be too happy about it.
“I’m not sure, Liam. I’m still Josie’s teacher.”
He let out a sigh, like it wasn’t the answer he was hoping for. Then he moved in even closer, letting his tongue drag slowly under my earlobe, groaning deep in his chest. “I guess I can stand to keep you all to myself.”
How could his words make me feel both eager and anxious at the same time?
The naughty promise in his tone of what, exactly, he planned to do with me in private battled with the sick feeling that came with secrecy.
No matter how much I tried to tell myself that Liam was nothing like Matt, I couldn’t help but remember how awful it had felt to be the one who was hidden.
Was I really capable of having a relationship that would forever need to be kept a secret?
Not sensing the turn of my thoughts, Liam gave me one last squeeze before releasing me. “We should head back,” he said, stepping away.
And even though it was exactly what I had asked for, the distance he put between us before we went to join his family still cut me like a knife.
I still felt unsettled when I arrived at home later that night. I couldn’t seem to shake the words my brother said, or the way I felt when Liam alluded to keeping me to himself, keeping us hidden.
More than that, I was annoyed with myself. I was fully aware that I was the one insisting we keep things under wraps, so what right did I have to feel hurt by it? I was being immature and I knew it—but that didn’t mean I could just wipe away the shame I felt at being someone’s secret once again.
Knowing I needed something to help me relax before falling asleep, I went upstairs to change into shorts and a tank top before pouring myself a healthy glass of red wine.
I’d just settled down with a throw blanket and my book on the couch when a loud knock startled me.
Who would be at my house this late? My brother was on his call and Rosa and Peyton had work in the morning.
Another knock, louder this time. “Gracie?” a familiar voice called through the door.
Liam. I jumped up, nearly spilling my wine, before setting it down and hurrying to the foyer.
A glimpse out the peephole showed that it was indeed Liam standing on my porch, still dressed in his suit but without the jacket.
I quickly unlocked the door and the moment I had it open, he was pushing inside, his arms coming up around me, his mouth landing on mine.
“My parents and Josie went right to bed and I couldn’t calm down,” he muttered, fumbling behind him until he managed to get the door closed. Then he pushed me back against the wall, his lips on mine again, hot and insistent. “Knew there was no way I was getting to sleep any time soon.”
“Too amped up after the game?” I managed to get out in between his kisses.
“Too amped up from spending two hours sitting next to you and not allowed to touch you the way I wanted.” He pulled back and looked down at me, groaning loudly.
“God, I love you in tank tops. You’re not wearing a bra, are you?
” his hand came up to pinch my nipple through the material, making me gasp, and his voice lowered into a scolding tone.
“You always answer the door half naked, Gracie?”
“I knew it was you.”
He made a little noise of agreement. “And I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, isn’t that right?” His mouth moved to my neck, his tongue coming out to lick across the sensitive skin just below my jaw.
“Yes,” I moaned, tilting my head back. “Just you.”
“Fucking right.”
He grabbed me around the waist, hoisting me up against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his hips to keep from sliding down. He was already pushing my tank top down, lifting my breast to his mouth, his free hand gripping my ass.
This is insane, I thought through the blur of lust and pleasure. Nothing else had ever felt like this before. No one else had ever gotten me so worked up so fast. Just a minute ago I’d been sitting on the couch worrying and now I couldn’t have told you what the problem was.
Nothing else seemed to exist beside Liam, his mouth, and his hands.
“I want you, Gracie,” he muttered against my skin. “Fuck, sweetheart, I always want you.” He pressed his hips into me and I gasped at the feel of his erection grinding against my center. “You see what you do to me?”
I shifted my hips to find more friction. “You do the same to me,” I panted and he groaned.
“That’s right. I can feel how hot your pussy is already. You happy to see me, Gracie?”
He sounded so pleased with himself, downright smug, and I decided it was time for me to take some control of the situation.
I pushed back on his chest enough to create space between us then slid down the wall, my body dragging against him as I went, making him hiss.
The hiss turned to a growl when I went all the way to my knees in front of him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice a little shaky.
I raised an eyebrow. “I thought that would be obvious.” Then I reached for his belt and he let out a low curse.
“You don’t have to—”
I silenced him with a kiss to the front of his slacks, right over his hard length, before looking up at him. God, he was so beautiful, his cheeks ruddy, eyes dark with desire. “I promised you a reward for scoring your goals, didn’t I?”
He groaned, his hands cupping my cheeks.
“Besides,” I went on. “I want to.”
It was the absolute truth. I hadn’t done this for him yet, and I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. I wanted to know what Liam tasted like, what it would feel like to deliver a bit of the pleasure he was always so sure to bestow on me.
I got his belt undone and his zipper down, loving the way his breathing had become so labored, the proof that he was affected by me. And then his cock was free, hot and hard in my hand, and he groaned, the sound echoing around my little tiled entryway.
God, we hadn’t even made it to the living room.
But I didn’t have time to think about that now because Liam was stepping closer, caging me between the wall and his big hard body. “Fuck, I’ve fantasized about this,” he growled, looking down at me, eyes dark. “You on your knees in front of me.”
I gave his length a lazy stroke and he grunted, bucking in my hands. “Yeah?” I murmured. “And what was I doing in these fantasies?”
“Open your mouth and I’ll show you.”
A wave of heat rushed straight between my legs. I loved him like this, all bossy and demanding. He was usually so sweet, so easygoing. Gentle in the way he dealt with his daughter. Endlessly respectful when it came to me.
But when it was the two of us like this, alone, a whole new side of Liam came out. And I was completely addicted.
“This is your reward,” I told him, gripping his dick at the base before pressing a soft, wet kiss to the head that had him cursing. I looked up at him, holding his gaze. “You can do whatever you want with my mouth.”
“Fuck, Gracie,” he groaned, his hand coming up to tangle in the back of my hair. “Don’t say shit like that if you don’t mean it.”
I grinned. “Oh, I mean it.” Then I wrapped my lips around his cock and pulled him deep into my mouth.
His hips gave an involuntary jolt, his hand tightening in my hair, and I heard the sound of his other hand slapping on the wall over my head.
His reaction only spurred me on and I worked to take him deeper, to suck hard as I slid my tongue along his dick.
He felt so good in my mouth, his skin warm and his length rock hard. There was something primal in the way he tasted, something manly I couldn’t quite identify. All I knew was that he tasted like Liam and desire and I wanted more.
“You feel so good,” he gasped, and I looked up to see him leaning heavily against the wall, like he couldn’t quite hold himself up.
His position also made me feel even more caged in, and more heat rushed to my core.
I liked being trapped by him, liked the feeling that this powerful man was taking what he wanted from me.
And I really liked the shaky way he sucked in each breath, how he practically seemed to be trembling. He might be the one in charge right now, but the power I held over him was obvious. I don’t think anything had ever made me feel so sexy, so confident.
I could bring this man to his knees, I thought happily, sucking him deeper.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and then the hand in my hair was pushing me up and down, his hips snapping forward to meet my mouth. I let him set the pace, reveling in the feel of it, the knowledge that he wanted me so much.
“You have to tell me if I get too rough,” he bit out, just as his cock went deep enough to make me gag.
He pulled back immediately but I made a noise of dismay, grabbing his hips and pulling him back towards me.
He actually whimpered. “You feel too good,” he said, sounding tortured. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
I finally pulled back to smirk up at him. “What on earth makes you think I want you to stop?”
His eyes flashed as he brought his other hand down to join the one in my hair, taking my head in a firm grip.
“You hit my leg if it’s too much,” he demanded, and I nodded eagerly.
He half-laughed, half-groaned at my reaction and then he was pushing my head down, thrusting into my mouth.
I made happy noises of assent and he didn’t let up, didn’t pause, going deep until my eyes watered.
He held my gaze the entire time, letting me see what I was doing to him, see how much he wanted me.
It was rough and filthy and overwhelming and I loved every second of it.
So I was pretty annoyed when he pulled me off of him just a few minutes later. “I’m not coming down your throat,” he grunted, reaching down to lift me from the floor. “I need inside you.”
Well, I wasn’t going to argue about that.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him as he carried me to the couch, tugging my sleep shorts down as he went.
He sat down, arranging me on his thighs so he could roll a condom down his length—how he managed to get it out while simultaneously carrying me and removing my shorts I had no idea.
But then he pulled me forward so his hot erection slid against my bare wetness and I was too busy shivering in pleasure to care about his impressive multi-tasking.
“Fuck, Gracie,” he muttered, wiping the tears from below my eyes. Something like concern battled with naked lust in his expression as he looked me over. I could only imagine what I looked like, hair a mess, lips swollen, eyes watering.
None of this was like me. I was a good girl. A calm girl. Polite and sweet, even in the bedroom. Only Liam had ever been able to awaken this part of me.
“Don’t you dare ask if it was too much,” I warned, and he laughed before leaning in to kiss me hard.
“You make me fucking insane, you know that?” he grunted as he lifted me slightly in his lap, rearranging me and lining himself up at my entrance.
“All I could think about at home was how badly I wished I could touch and kiss you in that restaurant. I was going to come here and ask for a goodnight kiss.” He let out a low laugh then slid me down onto his cock, making me gasp.
“But then I saw you through your front window, all cozy on your couch.” He thrust up and we both cried out. He was already so deep. “It reminded me of the first time I had you naked here, and just like that I was on fucking fire for you.”
“I feel like that all the time,” I admitted, panting hard as he moved me on top of him. “I want you so much, Liam.”
“Every second of the day, Grace,” he groaned.
There wasn’t much talking after that. The sex was fast and hard and more explosive than anything I’d ever felt.
My orgasm came out of nowhere, barreling into me and stealing my breath, my vision, my ability to think straight.
Liam didn’t let up so I could ride it out—instead he wrapped both arms around me, holding me tight to his chest, and thrust up inside me with a brutal pace until he was groaning my name against my neck as he spilled into the condom.
I nestled as close as I could as we both gasped for air, trying to steady our heartbeats. He felt so good, his arms still tight around me, his big broad chest so sturdy below my cheek. He smelled like Liam and sex, and I took deep, gulping breaths of his scent.
This wouldn’t last forever. In a few minutes we would have to get up and clean up. He’d need to get back to the house before his parents or Josie noticed him missing. Tomorrow, I’d see her at school and have to pretend that nothing was happening with me and her father.
We’d have to hide again soon.
But not right now, I thought to myself, burrowing even closer.
Right now, I was here with him, in his arms, coming down from some of the rawest, most explosive sex of my life.
Right now, I could pretend that we’d go up to bed together in a few minutes, that he would hold me like this all night long.
I could pretend that he was mine in all the ways that mattered.
I would deal with reality later.