Chapter Six
Oonagh – Ten years ago
Three summers I hadn’t seen Liam. I was so excited that my skin felt tight and I could barely sit in the car. My seventeenth birthday was spent in Donegall with my paternal grandmother, who hadn’t been well, Mum nursing her. My eighteenth birthday heralded a rocky period for my parents when they separated before deciding they belonged together. I went to university that September, and the summer of my nineteenth birthday had been spent touring Europe with my new roommates.
We wrote to each other all the time, and I sent him a postcard from every city in Europe we visited. Every one ended with I wish you were here to see this with me . It was true; my greatest wish was that Liam could have walked along beside me, his fingers intertwined with mine.
The house still looked the same, but it felt different after being away so long. The wallpaper in my bedroom felt childish and my books had evolved to medical textbooks.
Niall was away in Australia this summer, so it was just Mum and me since Dad was working and coming down at the weekends.
Desperately needing to clear my head, I wandered down to the beach to watch the waves crashing to shore. I squealed when strong arms circled my waist and spun me around, making my feet leave the ground.
“God, I missed you,” Liam growled in my ear, sending shivers trickling down my spine.
When he finally released me, I nearly fell on my ass, as I was so busy trying to turn around to see him. Holy moly he had grown and towered over me, his shaggy black hair falling into his eyes. Gone was the lanky boy, and in his place stood a man with wide shoulders and lean hips. The girls in my class would go mad about him if they saw him.
“Look how tall you are!”
His full, luscious lips turned up in a cocky grin. He grabbed me and spun me around again. “All the better to carry you!”
“Liam Doherty, put me down!” I demanded between peals of laughter.
“Nope. I like you just fine where you are.” He always made his nope pop when he said it, and the familiarity of it made me feel at home.
We walked down the beach together, holding hands as if the past few years hadn’t happened, and we were still sixteen, instead of me turning twenty this summer. The afternoon turned into twilight, and the darkness enveloped us as we watched the stars emerging one at a time on our special mound that overlooked the old lighthouse.
“So is there a trail of broken hearts at university?” I asked, rolling onto my tummy to watch Liam. He lay with one arm behind his head as a pillow.
A faint smile ghosted across his lips. “You know my heart only belongs to you. ”
My heart skipped a beat and my teeth dug into my bottom lip. It would sound crazy to anyone else, but I knew he was telling the truth because I felt the same way. Every boy who approached me was batted back with vague disinterest.
Our eyes locked, and gathering my courage, I straddled his hips. Slowly my head lowered to his until our lips met. He was the only person I’d ever kissed, and the reason for me avoiding relationships with anyone else was explained by the sensation in my lips as they moved with his. Tingles started at my mouth and cascaded down my body to create tension between my legs.
No man may have touched me there, but my fingers had wandered to my clit when I felt hot and bothered to alleviate my symptoms.
Liam’s hands landed on my hips to steady me as we lost ourselves in reacquainting ourselves with each other. His cock stiffened under me and instinctively I rubbed myself on his bulge. He groaned, his grip on me tightening.
I wanted him with an intensity that set fire to my blood. Every night, one of my housemates enjoyed sex and ensured everyone heard her. They all thought I had a boyfriend back home, which was technically true since he was currently under me as I devoured his mouth.
“Truth or dare, Liam?” I said into his mouth.
He groaned when my fingers struggled to open the button on his jeans, but his hand covered mine. “I’d say dare but I’m terrified that you’ll tempt me right now,” he muttered. “I want our first time together to be something we both remember. ”
Reluctantly, my forehead rested on his and I pursed my lips together. “It feels like we’ve been waiting forever,” I moaned.
“Yeah, tell me about it.” Liam spun me over fast until I was on my back under him and his body was cradled between my thighs. “I really need to be inside you, but there is no way our first time if going to be outside where anyone can see us.”
My cheeks burned at his words, considering I hadn’t thought of that. “I just want to find out what all the hype is about,” I whispered, my arms snaking around his neck to draw his lips down to mine again.
His chuckle vibrated over my face. “Why don’t we find out tomorrow night?”
I closed my eyes as his lips crashed into mine and he took control. Some things needed to be experienced through touch and feeling alone and Liam’s kisses fell into that category.
We could wait one more day.
***
Mum had gone out for the day with Mrs. Munroe from the other side of the village. Her husband was principal at the local high school. Together, they were a gossiping force to be reckoned with.
All my underwear lay on the bed as I chewed my lip and tried to decide what to wear to lose my virginity. Was there an etiquette to this ceremony, a disrobing instead of the normal donning of robes for auspicious occasions ?
“Do I get to choose?” The male voice behind me made me jump and grab the front of my robe to tug it together.
“Liam! You were meant to meet me later…” I melted into him when his arms circled my waist to haul me against him.
“I couldn’t wait to see you,” he muttered into my neck as he trailed kisses down my sensitive skin. My head canted to the side unconsciously to give him access.
“You do realise that the point of tonight is to get you out of your clothes?” I gasped as his fingers skimmed the edge of my robe to find the sensitive skin of my breast.
My eyes locked with his as his fingers slid under my robe to close over the orb of flesh that no one had ever touched before. His other hand landed on my hip to stabilise me as I swayed. My mouth fell open as his thumb flicked over my nipple.
“Liam,” I whispered, my hands gripping his arms.
His hands opened the front of my robe until I stood in nothing but my panties, my breasts bared to him for the first time. I automatically went to cover myself, but his fingers threaded through mine. I watched open-mouthed as he knelt down until his mouth was level with my breasts.
The moment his lips closed over my nipple, my eyes fluttered closed.
“Liam…” I wasn’t sure if I was asking a question or begging him. My legs buckled and he lifted me onto the bed to crawl over me, a hand on one breast and his mouth on the other.
Since the summer that they told me I couldn’t play with them, I’d become an avid reader. Lots of steamy books filled my bookshelf, and I knew all about sex. What I didn’t know was what it felt like. Liam’s mouth on my breast evoked sensations that I never imagined. My nipples hardened into stiff peaks in their own homage to an erection, and I never anticipated the connection between my nipples and my clit. The more Liam sucked and flicked with his tongue, the more hot and needy I became at the apex of my thighs.
Mum’s car crunched the gravel in the driveway and Liam pushed himself up onto his arms. Desire blazed in his cobalt blue eyes, burning trails of lust down my body as he looked down between us.
“I’m going to have to go out the back way,” he murmured, moving restlessly against me, his bulge rubbing my moist, heated core.
My hands skimmed over his jeans. “Do I get to see you since you’ve seen me?” I asked breathlessly.
“Tonight,” he promised, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips. “By the way, I love the red lace.”
A shy smile curved my lips.
“Gotta go, I have to go buy condoms and I’m not using Mr. Wilson’s shop.”
“I’m on the pill,” I whispered, pursing my lips together. “My periods were irregular, and they put me on it.”
Liam stared at me as if trying to decipher a riddle.
“I haven’t been with anyone else, so I’m clean,” I continued to ramble.
“Neither have I,” he admitted in a low tone. “I don’t want you to think I’m putting all the responsibility on you.”
“It’s fine, at least we won’t have to worry about always carrying a condom. ”
A cocky grin appeared as he raised an eyebrow in query. “Planning to have a lot of sex, are you?”
I shrugged, my teeth biting into my bottom lip. “It depends how good you are.”
He leaned forward until his lips were hovering in a barely there kiss. “I’ll try my best.” His lips met mine in a gentle caress that left me breathless.
***
We stood in front of the old lighthouse that we used to play in as children. It had been abandoned for years, but Liam declared it better than any treehouse.
“Come on,” he said, his hand squeezing mine.
Trepidation unfurled in my stomach along with anticipation and excitement. This was what I wanted, but I’d heard all the war stories of my friends’ first time.
The room that we used to play in had been transformed with candles and a makeshift bed made from blankets and pillows. My eyes met Liam’s and I smiled my approval as the ability to speak left me.
His fingers under my chin caressed my throat. “We can wait,” he reassured me.
I shook my head. “We’ve waited long enough.”
All my courage vanished because I didn’t know what to do. Liam took charge and began to slowly peel my clothes off, removing his own as well between items of mine until we were left in nothing more than our underwear.
My gaze landed on the bulge in his underpants and I gulped a deep breath .
“Look at me,” Liam commanded. “Just keep your eyes on me.”
I nodded slowly, bringing my gaze up to his.
“You look beautiful in red lace.” His fingertip ran from my lips, down between my breasts, and ended at the top of my panties. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he scanned my body with his heated gaze.
His hands slid around to my back to release the clasp on my bra and let it fall to the ground. I shivered as his thumbs traced over my nipples. Everything had been sensitive since his visit earlier. I’d let my hands roam over my body when he left, imagining them to be his.
A gasp escaped when he pushed my panties from my hips to slither down my legs. A flush crept over my breasts and up over my throat until it reached my cheeks. I was standing naked in front of Liam, the magnitude of this moment hitting me full-force. He was all I’d ever wanted, and he was about to become mine.
My hands rested on his hips and I slowly pushed his pants over them to reveal his hardened length to me. Holy gods above that was never fitting inside me! It bobbed free and pointed up at me with an angry red tip.
Without thinking, I reached out to run my fingers over it. Liam hissed and I snatched my hand away. He gently placed it back, slowly moving my hand up and down over his shaft. “It doesn’t hurt,” he whispered. “It feels amazing.”
Soft flesh over hard steel, his cock wasn’t what I anticipated.
“Lie down.” He moved me to the bedding and gently placed me on it before covering me with his body .
Liam took my face in his hands and slowly brought my lips to his. They were soft, and his scent flooded my senses; it was subtle and spicy and reminded me of the beach after it rained—fresh and revitalising. My lips tingled where they touched his, my heart stopping for several beats before it tripped over itself.
Liam’s lips trailed down to kiss and suck my breasts until they were sensitive, my nipples sore and enlarged, but my core alive and pulsing. His teeth grazed my left nipple, causing my hips to arch against him. He kissed a path over my stomach, exploring my body until he reached the secret place between my thighs.
I swallowed and stared at the ceiling as his breath fanned my core.
“Look at me, Oonagh,” he commanded.
My gaze travelled to where he sat crouched between my legs, his stare so blatantly sexual my breath caught in my chest. The sight of his dark head descending on me etched itself into my memory forever.
His tongue lapped at my core while his thumb moved in small circles over my clit. I moaned when his tongue took over to lick and flick, my knees trying to clamp shut. My flesh flamed where Liam touched me, his groan vibrating deep into my core. My legs trembled and my hips arched reflexively into him as I gripped the bedding at my sides.
Perspiration coated my skin as I began to moan incoherently.
“Liam,” I whispered, his tongue flicking faster as his finger dipped inside me. Holy moly I was ready to combust, every muscle in my stomach tightening as pressure steadily built until I was ready to explode.
Liam hooked his finger until he rubbed an area inside me that made my core clench around him. He sucked my clit hard as an orgasm tore through my body like a volcano erupting, burning lava of desire rippling from my sensitive flesh to my extremities. My limbs tightened rigid in pleasure before they relaxed into languid contentment.
An orgasm never felt like this when I worked my own clit.
Liam crawled over me to peer into my eyes. His lips tilted in a cocky smirk telling me he was proud of himself. I drew his head down to mine, his passion scorching me.
His kiss made me heady with desire and I clawed at his shoulders, all my fears and hesitation gone. I pushed his shoulders until Liam let me move him onto his back, my thighs straddling his. His hands fell to my hips, his cock hard between my legs, rubbing my nether lips.
I ran my hands down his chest, tracing the muscles to his hips before I bent forward and pressed warm kisses down the middle of his chest. My path stopped at his bellybutton and my tongue traced around its edge.
“Oonagh,” Liam growled, his hips thrusting up slightly.
My only experience was what I’d read in books, but I gripped his hard length between my two hands since his girth was too much for one hand. Fondling and moving my hands up and down, my tongue flicked the head of his cock rhythmically.
“Fuck!” Liam’s hand wound into my hair, his fingers tightening to hold me in position .
“That’s the idea,” I replied with a wink.
“You’re gonna make me explode before we even manage to have sex,” he grated out, rolling me onto my back to stare down at me with stormy blue eyes filled with desire. His lips slammed into mine, demanding control as his tongue delved into my mouth.
My hands gripped his ass, grinding him against me as I searched for delicious friction. Liam traced his hands down my sides, under my ass, until they reached the apex of my thighs. He widened my legs and settled himself between them fully, guiding his cock to my entrance. I stiffened at the foreign sensation of his tip pushing into me.
Liam kissed my neck, sending shivers through me until I instinctively widened my legs in invitation. He pushed another few inches into me. My body slowly stretched to allow his entry, but it was uncomfortable, on the verge of painful. He stopped and I rested my head on his shoulder, taking deep breaths.
Muscles I never used before gripped Liam’s cock, either trying to repel it or draw it further inside—I had no idea which.
“I’m okay,” I whispered. His muscles were strained as he held himself still.
He grabbed my hips and thrust deep inside with one powerful stroke, breaking through my barrier. Pain pierced through me and there was a foreign burning and throbbing deep in my core where his cock lodged inside me.
Liam held my face. “I’m sorry…” He pressed soft kisses on my lips, his tongue stroking my mouth softly. His hands trailed up and down my sides in a tender caress until I re laxed against him. He grasped my knees, tilting my hips. The change in position eased some of the overwhelming pressure of his large length lodged deep inside me.
His lips moved on mine, reminding me who I was with, his hands softly stroking me until my body softened beneath his, accepting him completely. Liam pulled my legs further around his waist until I was wrapped around him fully. I stared into his eyes as his hands braced him on either side of my head. Slowly his hips eased back and then forward in a small, experimental thrust. My nails dug into his shoulders. Never once did our gazes move from each other.
Liam gently rocked into me, his cock slowly moving until I began to find the rhythm of our dance, my hips undulating against his. We writhed together, my hands sliding down the muscles of his shoulders to the bottom of his back. His thrusts were small at the start, but as we found our rhythm, they became deeper, his length sliding against my walls in a new sensation that made pleasure build deep in my stomach.
Our lips met in a kiss with scorching intensity. I was drowning in a sea of sensation and the only source of air was the breath in Liam’s mouth. Perspiration coated our bodies, and the rock-hard muscles of his chest massaged my tender breasts as we moved as one.
Tension built inside me, and my hands made their way to his ass, pulling Liam further inside me at the end of every deep, penetrating thrust. He ground his pelvic bones against mine, and I gasped at the sensation it created on my clitoris, making my spine arch so that my body stretched along the length of his.
We couldn’t kiss anymore because we could barely breathe, only pant, as Liam’s forehead pressed against mine. The friction against a sensitive spot sent pulses that added to a building pressure. Another deep thrust and I spun out of control, my body rigid, pleasure cascading in waves through my muscles.
“Liam!” I screamed his name as my body convulsed around his cock, my nails digging into his back to try and anchor me in this storm.
He lasted a few more deep thrusts before his cock swelled inside me. His length pulsed as I was filled with warmth, and then his body went rigid on top of mine. His eyes rolled back in his head and the groan that emerged made me cling to him because no matter what, Liam belonged only to me.
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