Beautifully Broken (5 page)

He
returns to my throbbing clit lightly sucking on it. His finger replaces the
lost of his tongue inside me. He thrust his fingers in me rapidly while rolling
my clit with his tongue. Flashes of color burst behind my eyelids. I grip his
hair so hard I think I might rip some of it out. My legs give out as my climax
grips me.

“Liam!!
Oh God Liam!! I scream. He withdraws his finger and grips my hips with his hands,
holding me in place as I ride out my orgasm. Liam licks and sucks every last drop
of my essence. As I come down from my high I realize I’m on my knees on the
floor and Liam is standing over me-nude, his erection angry, turning the tip of
his cock almost purple in color.

He
reaches out his hand and I grab it letting him help me to my feet. He leads me
down a hallway past the room we were in last night to a door at the end of the
hall. He opens a door and reveals an expansive office with chic chairs and
large glass desk. He leads me to the desk, grabs me by the waist and sits me on
the edge of it. The cold glass feels good against my warm ass.

“I’ve
been thinking about fucking you on a desk since seeing you all prim and proper in
that little business outfit this morning.” He states.

He
leans in and kisses me, gentler this time, sucking on my bottom lip before letting
his tongue explore my mouth. His hands cup my breast engulfing them in heat. I
moan as he unexpectedly pinches my nipples. He rolls them between his rough
fingers sending jolts of electricity through my body. I break the kiss, panting
from the intense sensations running through me. His hands run down my side to
the edge of my thong. He grabs the edge and I lift my ass so he can pull it
down my legs.

He
spreads my leg wider, looking into my eyes as he spread my juice over my clit
with his fingers. My eyelids get heavy from the pleasure but I open them back
up when I feel the tip of his cock is my entrance. I immediately throw up my
hands to hold him off.

“Condom.”
I order.

“Do
you use protection with Lucas?” he asks.

“Always,”
I respond.

“Perfect,
so we don’t need it. This pussy is mine and nothing comes between me and what’s
mine.” He glides my hands up around his neck, grabs my hips and slowly feeds me
his extraordinary cock. His eyes glaze over and the hands at my hips tremble
slightly as he begins to move. Pushing in then out, in then out, umm…so good.

His
forehead rest against mine as his pace increases. I grab hold of his strained
neck as his hands tighten on my hips and he begins bang me so hard I’m afraid
the glass table will break. His breathing is erratic, a thin sheen of moisture
covers his muscular body.

 He
squeezes my nipple and commands, “Come now.” He’s holding back for me. I’m so
close, I want to come for him. He shifts and sucks my neck the tingling in my
pussy explodes. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. My mouth
frozen in a silent
Ooo.
I watch as Liam throws his head back a roars his
release, the veins prominent on his thick neck. Hot cum floods my channel as my
pussy clenches, greedy for more.

We
stand there panting, still entwined in each other for what seems like eternity.
Gazing into each other’s eyes; shocked by the enormity of this bond we’ve
quickly formed. I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I met this man last
night.

 My
soul knows him.

My
body craves him.

My
heart abhors him for these emotions he’s conjured up in me.

Liam

I
gaze into her eyes bewildered, not sure if I’m dreaming or awake. Her beautiful
grey eyes beg me for guidance. I’m as confused as she is, possibly more so. Her
beauty outshines all others, I’m not sure how I’ll be able to keep my emotions
in check. I pull out of her warm heat and she gasps from the lost of me within
her, her pussy still clenching, trying to keep me trapped in her Venus fly
trap. I walk out the office towards the bathroom.

I
jump in the shower before the water warms, needing to get her scent off of me. Her
scent is intoxicating and I need to cut myself off from her. I’m becoming
quickly addicted to her and I’m thinking about things that are I’m possible to
have with her.

Impossible
to have with any woman.

I
walk into the hallway with the towel wrapped around my waist. When I get to the
living area Ella is already dressed pulling her purse on her shoulder.

She’s
leaving. My heart flutters, missing her already.

“I
should go,” she says nervously walking towards me. She stops in front of me
rising on the tips of her toes and kisses me. Her kiss is so shy and hesitant
for the bold for the same woman who came here dressed like a streetwalker. I
grab the back of her head and deepen the kiss.

“Don’t
go,” I whisper against her lips.

“I
don’t know,” she chews on her bottom lip anxiously.

“I
ordered us dinner before you got here, you can shower while I warm it up.” I
offer.

“Ok,”
she sighs, not putting up much of a fight.

I
take her hand and lead her to the bathroom, “everything you need is in there, and
I’ll leave a shirt in my room for you.” I walk away imagining her naked in my
shower, feeling the front of the towel begin to tent.

I
warm our food and set two plates.
I hope she likes Thai.
I’m pathetic,
worrying over her not liking Thai food. She must be a sorceress, how else could
she have broken through my shield so quickly. I don’t need to feel anything for
a woman I know is capable of being as much of a whore as my mother. Even
considering anything more than using her to ease this ache makes me ill. I refuse
to end up miserable like my father.

She
walks up to the counter wearing my t-shirt. It hangs right above her knees, her
wet hair held up by a clip. This Isabella a contradiction to the pseudo-hooker
that walked in here earlier. More reserved but no less beautiful, maybe more so.
The hint of innocence she’s portraying tempting me to corrupt her.

“I
love Thai food” she exclaims, her face lighting up. “My dad used to always take
me out for Thai.” A reminiscent smile appears on her face as she sits in front
of a plate. I sit next to her, so close our elbows bump. She flinches and I
know she felt the same jolt I did when we touched.

“Where’s
your dad now?” I ask, watching her face turn sad then cold and closed off. She
shrugs as an answer and I decide its best I don’t touch on the subject any
further.

“So
tell me how you ended up working for me?”

 “I
don’t work for you, I work for Luc,” she smiles seductively. She wants to work
for me. She wants to do everything for and to me. I see it in her eyes, in her
body language, in the way she heeds my commands.

“Tell
me how you met Lucas.”

She’s
quiet for a long while and I doubt she’ll answer. “It was freshman
orientation,” she sighs. “I strutted unto campus like I was the hottest bitch
to come to town. I had a huge grudge on my shoulder and the girls hated me
instantly.” A faint smile plays on her pouty lips. “All the guys were hanging
around me, helping me with my bags, helping me rearrange my room. That
afternoon in orientation I noticed this guy sitting off to himself. He looked
so angry and hurt, like he’d just lost his best friend.” Her eyes widen and she
blushes a deep crimson when she realizes I’m the best friend Lucas had just
lost.

She
takes a deep breath and continues, “Anyway, I sat next to him and we talked. We
talked all night about how fucked up our lives were and how we were going to
start fresh. We were friends for years. We didn’t become a couple until our
last semester.”

“Why’d
you wait so long to be together?”

She
pushes the food on her plate around with her fork. “I don’t like commitment and
even if I did I just never felt enough…chemistry to be with him.” she answers.

“What
changed?” I urge her on while she’s opening up.

“Nothing,”
she responds turning her attention back to her plate.

Hmm,
if nothing changed that means there’s still no chemistry between her and Lucas.
A feeling of satisfaction runs through me knowing that she doesn’t share the
chemistry we share with Lucas.

We
finish eating in a comfortable silence. Afterwards we clean up together and go
back to my bedroom. She immediately strips my shirt and lets her hair down
before getting under the sheets. She must have remembered my earlier comment
about not liking barriers between us. I strip down and join her in bed, already
semi-erect from her quick strip.

She
quickly straddles my hips, leaning down to run her tongue along my ear. I hold
my breath to keep from moaning, the warm heat rubbing against my torso is
driving me crazy. I fight the urge to flip her over and plunge deep into her. When
she begins to suck my nipple I can’t bear anymore. I urge her up with a hand at
her waist, grab my stone hard cock and sit her onto it.

Her
eyes roll back and she releases a soft moan as she rocks her hips until she’s
fully impaled on me.  She leans forward, her hair curtaining my face as she
kisses me. Her hair smells like fresh fruit-strawberries, everything on her is
edible and I want to feast at her table forever. She sits up gyrating her hips
and squeezing her already tight channel. The tingling beings at the base of my
spine and spreads throughout my body, her rhythm falters and I know she’s going
to explode soon. She begins rubbing on her breast, pinching her nipples.

She’s
so fucking sexy.

I
reach between us and rub that moist bud between her legs. She explodes
immediately, clenching down so hard on my cock I lose all sense of place and
time. Sparks go off behind my eyelids, my head snaps back against the pillow
and I growl loudly. Like a wolf howling in the night. Hot spurts of cum squirt
out in abundance. She collapses on my chest and I caress her hair and neck
until our breathing evens out. She’s asleep when I shift her off of my chest
and unto the pillow. I watch her sleep, taking her in for a while before I fall
into a restful sleep.

Isabella

The
next two weeks go by in a blur of daytime activity but my nights with Liam pass
by in hyper-color. We eat dinner together, take turns picking movies on pay per
view and laugh hysterically when we play board games. Who would have thought
super-serious Liam Maddox knew how to laugh. He’s constantly cheating at scrabble,
I just know he has a secret stash of letters hidden somewhere. I just can’t
catch him because he’s always distracting me with his mind melting kisses when
he cheats.

In
a few short weeks our bond has grown to surpass our sexual chemistry. Not that
the sex is lacking, it gets better and better every night. I’ve spent every
night with Liam since meeting him. Not from lack of trying to stay away, I just
can’t seem to resist the magnetic force pulling us together.

This
morning I woke up pressed against Liam’s body, the alarm jolting us awake at
six am. Liam suggested I bring some of my things over so I could go straight to
work from his place.

“I’m
not moving in with you Liam,” I argue getting out of bed, picking up my
discarded cloths from the night before I make my way to the bathroom.

He
follows me, leaning against the doorframe watching my brush my teeth. “It’s just
a lot more convenient for you to have a few of your things here.” I bend over
to rinse my mouth out and I feel his rigid shaft against my butt. Good thing I didn’t
waste time putting my clothes on yet.

I
watch him fondle my breast in the mirror in front of us. He has me wet instantly,
plunging deep within me as our eyes remain locked in the mirror. His biceps
bunch up, chest ripples, his body contorting into a rock hard machine as he
thrust ferociously. He smacks my ass, the sound bouncing off the walls. His
powerful hand leaving a stinging on my cheek that excites me, he grabs a
handful of my hair with one hand pinching my nipple with the other.

I
unexpectedly erupt, my eyes locked to his in the mirror. I can see a gleam in
his green eyes under his hooded gaze, he begin to grunt as he feels me cum
around his shaft. His sleep tousled hair making him even more beautiful as he
bits his bottom lip, fighting to prolong the pleasure overtaking his body. After
a few strokes he loses his battle and grunts his release. His grip on my hair
tightens as he continues to thrust through his orgasm. I silently admire this incredibly
sexy man losing control because of me. He places a tender kiss on my shoulder
and pulls out of me.

Maybe
bringing some of my things here won’t be a bad idea. I begrudge him the power
he has over me but I know I’ll do it anyway.

*******

I
have a habit of listening to music to express my emotions, it’s the only way I
know how to release what’s pent up inside me. That day I walk into my condo
pumping sex is on fire through my earphones. After our little tryst in the
bathroom I can’t wait for Liam to really unleash his dominance on me, he’s
holding back and I’m not quite sure why.