I was aware that the agent was outside, waiting for us.
I was aware that my body was responding like Liam was some kind of illegal, addictive drug.
He pinched my nipples through the shirt and my bra.
“Take it off. Let me show you why we should share this bedroom.”
I should’ve reminded him that the agent was just outside the house and could come in at any moment. I should’ve said that this was inappropriate and given him the thousand reasons why but I’d never been that sort.
I knew what the consequences were and I could live with them. You only took a gamble when you could afford to lose.
I stepped back, nearer to the wall and slightly back from the window. If anyone happened to be looking in with a long lens and a decent camera, I didn’t want the evidence going to the owners.
Liam’s eyes burned on me, his hands clenching by his sides. I watched him as I undid my blouse button by button, not rushing.
His expression was amused.
“She could come up at any time.” His words were nonchalant, at least at first. “And I want to see your tits. I want my mouth on them. Then I’m going to fuck you against that wall. While you’re wearing myfucking ring.”
I didn’t speed up my pace. My blouse slipped off easily once the buttons were all undone, leaving me in my slacks and bra. The bra was white lace, a balconette style that didn’t promote much cleavage, but pushed my boobs up so that my nipples were towards the top of the lace. It made me feel sexy. No one usually knew what I had on underneath my clothes, so it was my secret.
Now it was Liam’s too.
“It’s pretty but I don’t want it on.”
“Come take it off then.” I beckoned him over.
He was there in a millisecond, but instead of trying to strip the lace away he took my chin in one of his calloused hands and kissed me, deep and slow. His other hand rose to my slacks and undid the button and zip. They slid down to the floor without a fuss.
Bothering with my knickers wasn’t something he seemed concerned about; he pushed his hand into the front of them from the side, cupping my centre, feeling the wetness that I knew had gathered there.
“When I get inside you, I’m barely going to last. Be a good girl and take that bra off and I’ll make you come first.”
I knew he wasn’t going to need too much effort to make me come. My arms stretched around my back and I undid the clasp, pulling it from my breasts. He stepped back, looking unabashedly at me.
“I think I’m fucking obsessed with you. You ask why I don’t want different rooms – I don’t think I could sleep knowing you were metres away and I couldn’t touch you or see you.” He looked up into my eyes; his were lust-filled, bubbling with desire.
Amber’s words seemed to wash away. This was no play. He was serious.
“You can touch me now.” The words were permission.
His hands took hold of my breasts, cupping them, tweaking my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching. The heat between my legs was enough to warm the house.
“We can have a huge bed in this room, a four-poster. And one day I want to walk in and find you naked in the middle of it, touching yourself and waiting for me.” He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked, one of his hands back in my knickers, fingering me rapidly, this thumb pressing against my clit. He’d learned it was the quickest way to get me off.
I felt for his cock, somehow managing to be cognizant enough to palm my hand against his hardness and undo his belt, the one he always wore. His zipper came down smoothly and as usual, he hadn’t bothered with underwear.
“I’d come into the room, watch you for a minute and then spend the night fucking you.”
The fantasy was now imprinted on my brain. I came without warning, my muscles clamping around his fingers, my fingers now digging into his shoulders, desperate for something to cling on to.
The aftershocks were wrecking my body when he pushed his cock into me, my wetness meaning it was easy. My back hit the wall, his hands cupping my thighs from underneath to put me where he wanted and then he started to move.
It was frenzied. Fast. I felt myself come again, this time with more of a scream, the angle against the wall meant he hit the zone inside me that caused more wetness and his words. All the dirty words telling me about how tight, how I felt around his dick, how my tits were bouncing and where he was going to come later.
I wasn’t aware of the footsteps until he’d come deep inside me, still managing to hold me up although he looked utterly fucked.
“Sophie, I…”
