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Layla
Liam’s closeness paralyzes me. Even though he’s moved back and away from me
, already dismissed, he turns away from me. I saw him eyeing my lips only moments before he pulled away. I can’t help that I wanted him to kiss me, that I want him. I am well aware that things could turn sour between us very fast, as soon as the deed was finished. I’m not sure if it’s the buzz or my own true emotions that at this point I really have no care for the repercussions that will most likely be the outcome of us coming together.
I don’t want to leave his
room, because I know that as soon as I do, he will act as if this moment right here, right now, never happened. If I were to mention it, he would either pretend it was just my imagination- that it never happened-or even worse, he would say it was a lapse in his judgment and blame it on the alcohol. Neither of those is what I want to happen.
I can advance on him, make the first move
, and determine if he really wants the same thing. Something I have wanted to happen since the day he moved in. But something I never felt the right to claim for myself, because I had believed he and Nat were involved on a deeper level.
I know he has demons and I am not the person to fix him or his baggage
. I have my own as well, that I still have no idea how to fix. I myself, am not a relationship type of person. I have my life to live still and goals I want to reach and maintain, without having to carry someone else along with me. The only female I have seen him interested in was Natalie, and their relationship never extended past the friend zone, so maybe he took a vow of celibacy or some shit.
What do I really know about him? Why do I even care? I’ve never cared about anyone I’ve slept with. Why change that all now. I can go after what I want
with no expectations in place, as normal. If he feels the same, of course. As I’m contemplating whether I should just make the first move or leave, if this would end up being one big mistake, Liam turns around.
I don’t notice it at first, but when I do
, my mouth opens on a gasp. He’s turned on, and not a little, but a lot. Enough to make his cock stand rigid, tenting his briefs. He catches my eyes and knows that I’m staring. Here it is, the choice.
“Is
…is that for me?” I say shyly, like I’ve never done this before.
Get your shit together, Layla.
Liam looks down, at the tent he has made. Unsure of what to say in reply
, I suppose. I nervously tug at my fingers, the silence is deafening.
Maybe I was wrong
. Very, very wrong. Something else must have turned him on. Maybe he is embarrassed to be honest about it. I consider running back into my room, but I don’t want to humiliate myself further. How can I explain myself, without causing further embarrassment for either of us?
“I’m sorry,” I mumble
, while blindly turning around to exit.
“Yes.”
His words halt me. I don’t move, out of fear that his yes was not an answer to my question that I asked only moments before. Maybe he’s saying yes to my apology, as in that he’s sorry too. Sorry that it isn’t for me.
My body is so on edge with need that I’m trembling
. I want this with everything I have inside of me, and with no regrets. Fuck the ramifications. If it’s one night, I can deal. I’ll have to. I can find a way to get myself over that bridge. No looking back.
I feel his body heat
, before I hear his words. Then I realize that he must be mere inches away from my body, away from touching me. I let out a moan that sounds so unlike me. I don’t even recognize my own voice. That’s when he closes in on the gap between us. My back contoured to his front. And I can feel it, every single inch, poking into me hard as a huge stone.
“Yes, it’s for you,” Liam says in a guttural tone.
I sink my bank into him, brushing my ass across his cock. He slowly trails his tongue up the side of my neck, then back down to my shoulder. He repeats this pattern on both sides, while clutching my hips.
He nips lightly at my ear, curling his magnificent tongue around my ear lobe. I can hear his uneven breathing perfectly and know that he is as affected by this as I am.
He glides his right hand over my right hip lightly, slowly pushing my shirt up, until he can lay his palm flat against my stomach. One of my arms is locked against my side by his, so I use my other to reach around behind me, grabbing his hip as leverage to shove my ass back into him again and again.
“If you keep doing that
, this is going to end much sooner then I’d like,” he says on a groan.
Internally I smile
. That’s how I want him to feel. I lean my head back in so our lips can meet. I have to taste him. The kiss I was hoping for didn’t happen, he pecks my lips with his.
Tease.
I feel his hand slide into the front of my shorts, under my panties, slowly. I bite my lip in anticipation. These fingers, his fingers, are ones that I have dreamt about.
A guitar player
, a rock guitar player, has to have the most quick and nimble fingers, to be able to play music like that. I’ve seen Liam play and his hands fly and glide around the chords.
“Is this what you want?” H
e asks me, needing confirmation.
“Yes,” I reply
, with no hesitation at all.
I not only want this, but ashamedly so, I need this desperately. And just as I thought, his fingers li
ght a fire like no one else.
He started off slowly, teasing me
. With one hand still clutching my hip and mine holding onto his. One finger swiping up the wetness between my legs. He pulls his hand out of my panties and brings that one lone wet finger to his lips.
He sticks his tongue out and swirls at the pad of his index finger, a light taste. He groans inwardly
, deep and guttural. It sends butterflies to my gut.
“Delicious.”
My eyes are stuck to him, this gloriously beautiful man. That this resiliently strong and seemingly untouchable man, would fall down to the taste of me. My insides are quivering and all I want are his hands on me again.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please, what,” he asks, playing with me.
Okay, I’ll play his game. But the end prize better be what I want.
Him inside me.
“Please, touch me.”
“Where do you want me to touch you, Layla?”
Fucker.
I grab his hand and press him into me.
“Say it,” he demands.
“Touch my pussy, please.”
At this
, he works his hand back into my panties, except he doesn’t just swipe at me. Nope. He rubs furiously at my clit. He’s holding onto my hip so hard, I’m sure I will have bruises come morning, but it will be worth it.
As he rubs my clit
, I grind my ass into his rock hard cock. He starts rocking back. I can feel the precipice of my climax rising, almost there. My breathing is shallow and my legs are ready to collapse. Then he stops.
“Nooo…” I accidently moan out.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you. I just need you out of the clothes. Right now,” he whispers in my ear.
I don’t hesitate. I start ripping my shirt off
, as he pulls my shorts and panties down. I face him, completely nude.
He’s wearing nothing but those boxer briefs and a rigid cock. At that moment
, I need to taste him. And not just his mouth. He and I meet, going to the other at the same time. Our lips clash, roughly. I open my mouth first to meet his tongue.
His taste is a deliciously sweet cinnamon
. It could be from the schnapps, but somehow I don’t believe that’s it at all. It’s him, his natural taste and of course I’m greedy. I want more.
I don’t give him a chance to deny me from either taste
. I give him the kiss of my life. I clutch the back of his neck, holding his lips to mine and meld our lips and tongues together. I end it on a moan. Before he has any idea what I’m doing, I drop to my knees and slide his briefs down.
Oh.
My. God.
This man is not only without
a doubt the biggest I have ever seen, or touched, but he also has a piercing. It’s the only one I have ever seen in person up close that’s pierced. And it’s fucking hot.
A Prince Albert piercing has never been a curious matter to me, but the fact that Liam has it is somehow surprising. I mean, I know he’s a dominant tough male
, whose body is covered in tattoos, but I really never guessed that he had this. And I love it.
I smile up at him knowingly
, while trying to close my hand around his shaft, what I can of it anyway. It’s that thick. I coat my tongue in salvia and slowly lick the underside of his penis, coating it with my tongue. I do the same with the top, allowing a lubricant, so I can slide my hand along without rough friction. I flick his crown and the piercing with my tongue. He moans random swear words, while running his fingers through my hair. I decide that’s more than enough teasing for him and myself.
I open my mouth and take him in slowly, as far as my throat will
allow me to accommodate, without gagging. I work myself into a slow and steady rhythm, while rotating my hand, along with the up and down bob of my head. He starts tugging at my hair to pull me away and then pushing my head to shove my mouth further down his rigid cock. I take my free hand and cup his balls that are drawn tight. I gently massage them, while I pick up my pace of sucking his cock.
“Enough,” he says
, while pulling me back.
I wipe at the drool that formed along my lips. He pulls me up and leads me over to the bed.
“Lay down on the side of the bed with your ass on the edge,” he says out of breath.
Demanding much? I like it.
I lay down, making sure that my ass is hanging off the side of the bed. I look up to him. He’s standing still, his chest heaving in and out and his cock standing straight out rigid. He stands in front of me and drops to his knees.
He grabs each of my knees and
separates them. Exposing me to his complete scrutiny. I can feel my juices leaking down and out of me, most likely gathering a puddle below me. That’s how turned on I am.
He leans his nose i
n and inhales, “You smell divine, and your pussy is soaked,” he says huskily.
He swipes his fingers all around my folds, smearing my juice all around, never lingering on one area for any length of time. Then he slowly inserts one finger into me
. I gasp.
“You are so fucking tight,” Liam says sharply
, while continuing to fuck me with one finger. “I just want to bury myself in you, but first you have to come. Is that what you want?”
Why is he asking me? Of course that’s what I want.
“Yes, please,” I say out of breath.
On my please
, he leans forward and licks my clit. Once, twice, three times. All the while his finger is moving in and out of me. Out of nowhere, he inserts another finger, then clamps down of my clit with his teeth. The sharp rush of pain sends me right over the edge. I tensely start shaking, while riding his fingers. He keeps flicking my clit, while I ride my orgasm out.
Once I come down from the high of climaxing
, he slowly pulls his fingers out of me and licks them clean.
“Hitch up on the bed,” he directs me
, while grabbing a condom out of his nightstand.
He is going to tear me apart. But
oh
, how I want it. I move up on the bed, laying on my back, while he rolls the condom over his piercing and down his long and solid shaft. He kneels back down and places my feet upon his shoulders. Then starts sliding his pierced top over my moist folds.
“You like that?” He asks huskily.
I move my hips up and down in unison with his movement, saying yes without words. He stops at my entrance and pushes himself in shallowly, then pulls back out. Teasing me.
“Put it in, please,” I beg.
I’m unprepared that me begging would cause him to encase himself inside of me fully. He pauses while inside of me for a moment, allowing my body to fully adjust to the accommodation to him. Then he starts pulling back out and pushing back in slowly.
“You okay?” He asks concerned.
“I’m fine,” He looks at me, questioningly. “Really, I’m good, more than good.” I smile.
Apparently that satisfies him. With that
, he pushes in and out while rotating his hips, nicking every single nerve I have along my opening. His balls slapping against my ass roughly, while he crushes my hips with his hands.
My body starts to slowly climb that mountain to climaxing. Every deep penetration into my core sends me up one more step
, until I am at the top, hanging in balance, needing that shove to send me into bliss. Liam suddenly pulls out of me.
What the fuck?
“I want you to ride me.” He states.
He lays down to my right and I flip over on to him. Sitting up, I use my hands to guide him into my entrance. It’s very, very deep. Deeper than the last position. A mix of pain and pleasure.
