“Fuck.” He drew out the vowel.
I took his cock in hand, the oil making sure nothing was too dry and started to slowly move it up and down.
“Are you wearing anything under that?”
I ignored him. He could find out. I bent over, angling my hips so my ass was pointing up the bed, allowing him access which he took. I licked the tip of his cock, playing with it before taking more in my mouth. His fingers had found my clit, smoothing my wetness over it in lazy small circles. His other hand went to my hair, grasping it softly. And I took him deeper, not enough to choke – I was too old and wise to try that trick – but enough to hear him groan my name.
His played around my entrance, sliding a finger inside me, enough to make me want more.
“Take it off, this white thing.”
I gave his cock a last suck and then stood up, his hand still under my coat. For the first time I felt self-conscious. Stripping when you were frantic was different than this. I wasn’t the attraction in this building, ever, and Liam’s eyes were on me, just me.
I swallowed any nerves and started to undo the first button, using my elbows to keep the coat together. I took my time, watching his response, seeing him stroking his cock.
He’d been seen with models, beautiful singers, the girls who were famous just because they’d been in the media and had a booty that you could balance a cheese platter on. Women who were prettier than me, slimmer, and deprived themselves of carbs.
But judging by the look in his eyes, he wasn’t thinking of them.
“Take it off, Sophie.” He sat up on the bed and pulled at one side of the coat.
I let it fall off my shoulders to the floor. He pulled me towards him, opening his legs to bring me closer. His mouth went straight to one nipple and I felt my legs give away a little. My hands went to his hair this time and gripped and rubbed.
We hadn’t actually argued this time.
This wasn’t going to be hate sex.
I didn’t have any difficulties putting that thought out of my head as Liam’s hand went between my thighs and started again to rub the bud that was throbbing for him. His mouth switched to the other nipple, his free hand playing with the one he’d left. I felt a wave of orgasm hit and my legs turned to noodles.
I rode out the orgasm on his hand, the waves of it pulling me into something that felt too deep, as if I could drown.
“I want you on the bed now.” He didn’t wait for me to move. Large hands moved to my hips, picked me up and swung me round, placing me on the bed. He was instantly over me, taking my mouth in a deep slow kiss that told me nothing about this was going to be rushed or quick.
I touched his chest, his back, the stubble on his jaw. I opened my eyes and looked into his, then I kissed him back.
Liam’s mouth dropped to my neck, kissing and biting, then lower, devouring every inch of skin he could find. When he got to my stomach he slowed, kissing each hip bone, his hands going under my ass and lifting my hips.
He buried his tongue between my legs, licking and sucking my already tender clit. I probably gripped his hair too hard – it was becoming a thing – but any sense had left me by that point.
As soon as I’d come, he got off the bed at the bottom and pulled me down so my ass was at the end. It was the perfect height for him to fuck me like this. I used my elbows to prop my body up, watching him. He ran his cock along my centre, taking all the time, playing with its tip near my opening for long enough to make me want to wrap my legs around his waist and hurry things up.
But that would cause a disagreement and he’d try to make me pay by torturing me through going even slower.
Liam pushed my legs so they folded towards my stomach. He was going to go deep, I could tell by his determined expression. He was going to make my body melt and never be the same again, no matter how I tried to put myself back together.
He entered me slowly, holding my legs, filling me more than I remembered ever feeling before. When he started to move it was with control, long hard thrusts that knocked every sensitive nub inside me that I didn’t know existed. Whether it was him or the act of doing this here, or whether he just really knew what he was doing, I didn’t know and I couldn’t analyse it.
“The next time you’re working down here or you’re in a room with one of these beds, you’ll think about what I’m doing to you right now.”
I yelled out what I thought was his name, my brain beyond computation at this point.
“Doing this to you again is all I’ve thought about this week. You have no idea how many songs will be about you in the future.”
I grabbed his forearms, needing something to hold on to while I blasted apart. My head was full of this man, the way he read my body, the way he could take over my world. I tensed and braced myself, coming on his cock while he held me firmer and drove even deeper into me, coming hard himself.
Liam let go of my legs and held himself up either side of me on the bed.
“Thank fuck you bought decent quality furniture.” He was slightly breathless which made me feel strangely satisfied.
