“Good because I want you in my bed. Now.”
He grabs my ass and lifts me off the floor, and my legs wrap around his waist. He captures my mouth in a hot kiss as he starts to walk through his apartment. He carries me into his darkened bedroom and deposits me onto his extremely large bed.
“This is a big bed,” I comment.
“It is, and I’m going to make you come on every inch of it.”
Holy shit.
Liam reaches out, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my leggings. He pulls them down my legs, tossing them to the floor. My panties are next to go.
My legs start to tremble, my stomach doing cartwheels, in anticipation of what’s about to happen.
Liam’s hand goes to his crotch, and he cups his dick through his pants as he stares down at me.
So, so hot.
“Boston, I’m going to lick you so good, and make you come so fucking hard that you’re going to be begging me to fuck you.”
I’m pretty sure he’s right. I’m close to begging already, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
He’s going to go down on me.
A man who looks like him is going to take my oral virginity.
I send up a silent prayer. Thank you, God. I know I don’t deserve it, but thank you.
“Take your top off.” His voice is commanding and sends me to attention.
I scramble to take it off, removing my bra as well. I chuck them to the floor.
His eyes are pinned on my breasts when he says, “Spread your legs.”
God, he’s so dominant, and it’s incredibly sexy.
Doing as he says, I part my legs.
“Wider.”
I part them wider, and I don’t even feel embarrassed. Just ready. So very ready to get this party started.
Liam leans forward. Sliding his hands under my thighs, he pulls me down the bed until my ass is on the edge.
He gets down to his knees. I can’t take my eyes off him.
This is really going to happen.
“You’re wet for me.” It’s not a question.
I’m clearly wet—dripping, in fact.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he tells me as he runs a finger through my folds, making me tremble.
Then, he puts that finger in his mouth and sucks me off of him.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You ready to have your mind blown, Boston?”
I’m staring at him, dumbstruck. My heart is beating out of my chest.
He’s so beautiful. And he’s kneeling there, between my legs, wanting to pleasure me.
Finding my voice, I whisper, “Do your worst.”
His lips lift at the corners. “Trust me when I say, it’ll be the best. The best you will ever have.”
Then, he leans forward and puts his mouth on me.
And everything else ceases to exist.
“Oh my God.” My head falls back onto the bed, and my fingers grip the duvet covering the bed.
Liam licks a path up my center. My body shudders, and my toes curl.
I’ve never felt anything like it. There are no words to describe how amazing this feels.
All thoughts and feelings have narrowed down to that one small place on my body and what Liam’s skilled tongue is doing to it right now.
The whole world could be on fire, and I wouldn’t care.
I just need this…him.
The feel of his tongue sweeping over my clit in those teasing, maddening movements…is torturous, but it’s the best kind of torture. I want it and more of it.
My body is burning up with a fever. I feel like I’m going to come out of my skin.
Then, he pushes a finger inside me, and I nearly combust.
“Liam!” I cry out, my hands leaving the bed to grab his hair.
He starts fingering me while licking my clit, and it’s incredible and intense and just everything.
My hips start moving of their own accord, in time with him, and I can feel the orgasm building up to epic proportions.
“That’s it, babe. Fuck my mouth,” he rumbles against me, the vibration of his voice pushing me further over the edge.
So, I do. I continue to shamelessly rub my pussy against his mouth.
Then, he sucks on my clit, his teeth grazing over it.
I’m pretty sure I levitate off the bed, and then I’m coming.
And I’m coming harder than I ever have in my life.
I scream to God and to Liam and maybe even say that Liam is God.
But he is. He’s the god of oral sex.
Seriously, it’s pure ecstasy.
Every one of my muscles seize in the most delicious way as a heat spreads throughout my body, and I never want it to end.
But, like all things in life, it has to end.
My body falls lax onto the bed.
I feel Liam kissing his way up my body, but I can’t move. I’m too relaxed.
He stops at my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples.
I slide my fingers into his hair, lifting his head so that he’s looking at me. “That was…”
“Amazing. Mind-blowing. Out of this world.” He grins.
“All those things and more. Thank you.”
His brows pull together. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“I know, but I do. I big, big thank you.”
He chuckles.
I bring my head toward his, softly kissing him.
The kiss quickly turns heated.
He’s still dressed and between my legs, and I need him naked. Now.
“Tell me I can fuck you,” he says, breathing heavily into my mouth.
“I thought that was already a given.” I smile against his lips.
Getting to his knees, Liam reaches back and pulls his T-shirt off over his head. We both go for his pants at the same time. Liam wins and takes them off.
He reaches over into his nightstand and gets a condom from the drawer. I watch as he rolls the condom onto his impressive length.
When he’s fully sheathed, he lifts his eyes to mine.
I lick my lips.
His expression darkens.
I part my legs.
He’s on top of me in seconds with his mouth back on mine, kissing me like his life depends on it. “I’ve wanted to do this from the moment you kissed me on the plane.” Then, he thrusts his cock all the way up inside me.
“Oh my God!” I cry out.
He stills inside me.
My body is adjusting to his size when he presses his nose to mine and stares deep into my eyes. “You feel so fucking good. Even better than I imagined.” His breath whispers over my lips.
I can feel his heart beating against mine while his cock is buried deep inside me.
I wrap my legs around him, my hands sliding up into his hair. “Fuck me, Liam. Now.”
His eyes flare, and he growls. He captures my mouth in a kiss, and he starts to fuck me.
His movements quickly become intense. He’s fucking me so hard that we’re moving up the bed with each thrust he gives.
Liam’s hand goes under my ass, lifting and tilting me.
He pulls his cock out to the tip and then slams back in. He hits so deep inside me that I scream.
His mouth is on my neck, kissing, and then I feel his tongue sweep over the shell of my ear, driving me crazy.
He kisses his way back to my mouth, and I’m turning my head to meet his lips, needing to kiss him more than I need air right now.
His tongue slides along mine, fucking my mouth as thoroughly as his cock is fucking me.
Liam groans, and it sounds like pure pleasure. It sends thrills racing through me, as I realize that I’m affecting him in this way.
“Tell me you’re close, babe, because I can’t hold off any longer. I wanted to last, but you’re just so fucking hot, and I waited too long to fuck you.”
I am close, but knowing how much he needs to come, I decide to aid the process along. I reach a hand betw
een us and start to rub my clit with my fingers.
Liam stares down at my hand. “Fuck yeah. That’s it, touch yourself.” His eyes come back to mine. They’re all dark with lust. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Taylor.”
He thinks I’m beautiful?
He starts fucking me again with slow, drawn-out movements while I continue to rub my clit.
My second orgasm hits as hard as the first, and I’m coming like a rocket. “Liam!” I cry, my hand gripping his arm, nails digging in, as I ride out my orgasm.
“Jesus! Fuck! I’m…fucking…coming,” he groans.
Taking my mouth again, he kisses me through his orgasm, my own body still trembling with aftershocks.
And he keeps kissing me, long after he’s come, and I like it a lot.
The sex was out-of-this-world, but I like kissing him just as much. I’ve never been kissed the way Liam kisses me—so incredibly thorough. Like the kiss isn’t just a precursor to sex. He kisses me because he wants to.
“That was fucking amazing,” he says, brushing my hair back from my forehead. “If I’d known it would be that good, I wouldn’t have waited the last seven hours. I’d have for sure insisted on fucking in the airplane bathroom.”
I slap his ass, and he chuckles.
He kisses my lips one last time, and then says, “I’ll just get rid of the condom.”
He gets up off me, and I feel the loss immediately. It surprises me just how much.
I watch his sexy naked ass go into his bathroom. I hear water running, and then he emerges a few seconds later.
He climbs back onto the bed. Getting a blanket from the bottom of the bed, he covers us with it.
He places a kiss on my chest between my breasts. He cups one in his hand, running his thumb over my nipple, making me shiver.
“You have really great tits.”
I laugh.
He looks up at me, dark lashes fanning as he blinks. “What?”
“Nothing.” I smile. “You’re just different. Not like any guy I’ve ever met before.”
He smiles widely. “And you, Boston, are not like any other woman I’ve ever met before.”
I take that as a compliment, as I bet he’s met a lot of women.
Liam lifts up and softly kisses me on the lips. Then, he takes me in his arms.
I lay my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“I’m really glad my meeting was canceled today.”
I glance up at him. “You weren’t supposed to be on that flight?”
“No, I was due to fly back tomorrow, but the meeting I was supposed to have today was canceled, so I decided to fly back. And I’m really fucking glad I did.”
“I’m glad you did, too. Guess us meeting was meant to be.”
Liam stares at me for a long moment, and then he gently presses his lips to my forehead.
I rest my head back down on his chest, running my fingers over his chest hair.
It’s not long before I hear his breathing even out, and I realize he’s fallen asleep.
I don’t want to overstay my welcome, and I want this moment to be what it was supposed to be—a one-time thing with a stranger.
Only Liam doesn’t feel so much like a stranger anymore.
I gather up my clothes in the dark. But I can’t find my panties.
Not wanting to wake him, I forego my panties, and I quickly dress out in the hall.
Then, I go to the kitchen and get my bag. My shoes are still by the front door, so I put them on, grab my suitcase, and let myself out of his apartment.
I take the elevator down.
The night watchman is still on the desk, so I ask him to call me a cab.
The cab turns up five minutes later. The cabbie puts my suitcase in the trunk.
I take a seat in the back. “Hunter Hotel,” I tell him.
I give one last look to Liam’s building, touching a hand to my lips. I smile at the memory he’s just given me, but feel a twinge of sadness that I won’t see him again.
I wake to the sound of a phone ringing. Really fucking loudly. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s the hotel room phone. Reaching out a hand, I grab the receiver of the phone on the nightstand beside my head.
“Hello?” My voice sounds rough.
I didn’t get much sleep last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Liam. About the sex I had with Liam. And I was wishing that I’d stayed with him. That I was waking up with him and not to this ringing phone.
“Guess what I have in my hand?”
Liam?
“Liam?”
“The one and only.”
It’s him. A big smile spreads across my face.
“How do you know which hotel I’m staying in?” I ask.
“I have my ways. So, are you going to guess what I have in my hand?”
“No. I’m more concerned with your stalking abilities.”
Honestly, I couldn’t care less. I’m glad he found me. I just like playing with him.
He sighs. “You flew with my company. You’re staying in one of my hotels. I have access to the agents you booked with. It wasn’t hard to find out which hotel you were staying at. All it took was one phone call.”
“Did you make the call?”
“No, my assistant did,” he says, sounding like there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.
I laugh. “Do you do anything yourself, Hunter?”
“Of course I do. I give amazing head. I fuck—hard.” That makes me shiver. “And I cook stir-fry for list-making Bostonians who won’t stop asking questions.”
I laugh again. I love that he makes me laugh.
“You did cook for me. You also gave me amazing head—my first ever—and you fucked me very well.”
“Why, thank you, ma’am,” he says, his accent thickening. “Now, are you going to answer my question?”
“Which was?”
“What do I have in my hand?”
“I don’t know. My ability of foresight was slightly hampered by a phone ringing and waking me at the butt-crack of dawn.”
“It’s not the butt crack of dawn. It’s ten a.m. I’ve been up and working for hours. Wait, you’re in bed?”
“I am.” I stretch out in the warmth of the bed.
“What are you wearing?”
I bite down on the smile that I’ve been wearing since I heard his voice down the line. “I thought you wanted me to guess what you have in your hand.”
“I want to know what you’re wearing more.” His voice has dropped an octave lower and sounds all sexy and seductive.
“Pajama shorts and a top.” Why did I tell him that? I should have said something sexier than pajamas.
But then his resounding moan tells me that I said the right thing.
“Your knickers,” he says, his voice sounding rough.
“I’m knickers?”
“No, you’re not knickers. I have your knickers in my hand.”
“Do you mean, my panties?” I giggle at the word knickers. It sounds so funny.
“Say that again.” His voice is raspy.
“What? Panties?”
“Yeah. It sounds sexy as fuck when you say it.”
“Panties,” I say again, elongating the word to tease him.
And it works.
I hear him groan.
“Turned on?” I ask.
“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe.”
That has me pressing my thighs together.
“So, yeah”—he clears his throat—“I have your panties. The panties you left at my place after you snuck out this morning.”
“I didn’t sneak out this morning. I left after you fell asleep last night.”
“Same thing.”
He doesn’t sound happy that I left. I’m surprised at that.
“Aw, don’t you like being snuck out on, Hunter? Or is it usually you doing the sneaking out?”
“I don’t sneak out on a woman. I just tell her that I’m leaving after
I’m done fucking her.”
“What if she’s at your place?”
“Then, I pass her, her coat, tell her thank you very much, and show her to the door.”
“Nice. So, why didn’t you show me to the door?”
“Because I wasn’t done with you.”
“You weren’t done?” I let out a nervous laugh, unsure of where this conversation is heading.
“No. I woke up with a raging hard-on and no you there to fuck. So, I had to come to work, sporting a massive erection. It’s raising some eyebrows from my staff.”
With that image, I can’t stop the grin that covers my face. “You should have jerked off before you left for work. And, hang on, you’re at work with a hard-on and my panties in your hand?”
He lets out a laugh. “When you put it like that, it sounds really pervy.”
“It is pervy! You’ve been walking around with my panties in your hand.”
“I haven’t been walking around with your panties in my hand. They were in my pocket. They’re in my hand now that I’m in my office, alone, talking to you. God, I can smell you on them, Taylor.” His voice drops lower. “I can still taste you in my mouth, and it’s making me so hard. I need to fuck you again.”
He needs to fuck me again.
“Now?” I breathe the word out.
“I’ve got a meeting in five minutes. I’ll be at your hotel room in an hour. I want you naked and ready for me. We’re going to fuck, and then I’m taking you out, so we can start making a dent in your list.”
Holy God.
“Has anyone ever told you that you are insanely bossy?”
“I’m not bossy. I’m just a man who knows what he wants, and right now, I want you. I want to be between your thighs with my cock deep inside you, fucking you hard. That okay with you?”
Ermahgerd.
“Y-yes.”
“Good. I’ll see you in an hour.”
Then, he hangs up on me.
Holy shit!
I thought last night was a one-time thing. But, now, he’s coming here, and we’re going to have sex again.
Oh my God.
I call room service for breakfast, and then I go take a shower in preparation for Liam coming.
I dress in my knee-length skirt with red flowers on it and a white strappy top. And, of course, I’ve put on my best underwear.
Breakfast arrives soon after. I quickly scarf down some toast with marmalade on it. I’m totally trying to be English.