One Day (A Valentine Short Story) (6 page)

“Yeah.”

I nodded, excited by the idea of any kind of physical activity with him. “Let me just use the ladies restroom first.”

Once I stepped inside the tiny empty restroom, I stared at myself in the mirror. My dark eyes glittered, my cheeks were flushed, and I could swear my boobs had swelled to attention. Everything about me said, “Liam, take me now.”

Because I wanted him too.

I’d never, not once, had sex on the first date… but this was different… this was…

“Kismet,” I whispered. “Fucking Johnny. Fucking Valentine’s Day.” I laughed softly and then went about my business.

I was drying my hands after washing them, when my gaze snagged on the unit attached to the wall next to the hand dryer.

It was a condom dispenser.

Without over analyzing it, I grabbed my purse and bought a small packet out of the dispenser, tucking the condoms into my little shoulder bag.

Belly fluttering intensely, I tried to appear calm and nonchalant when I returned to Liam. It was hard to when I was suddenly imagining his face between my thighs, that sexy stubble of his scraping my skin…

“Let’s dance,” I grabbed his hand, needing the distraction.

The room was brimming with people— some sat around tables that were crowded around the edges of the room, drinking and clapping along to the music. The Ceilidh band was set up on a small stage at the far end, and in the middle of the room people danced.

At present they were dancing the Highland Barn Dance, one that took me straight back to school and our Christmas dances.

“Come on!” I cried over the music, pulling Liam into the crowds of dancers.

We were immediately welcomed, and Liam, caught on quickly to the steps, making me laugh as he did an exaggerated hop before skipping sideways into the center of the room, while I skipped toward the edge with the rest of the women.

By dance three we were sweat-soaked with flushed cheeks. It was a night of heat and laughter, capping off a perfect day.

But as the music started up for the Gay Gordons dance, and Liam took my left hand in his, pressed my back to his chest, and held my right hand at my shoulder in his… my laughter started to die.

Feeling him pressed against me, a dance that had always been light and playful turned weirdly seductive. In fact after the polka part of the dance, movement that was jarring and completely out of sync with how we were feeling, Liam nudged me out of the circle of the dancers and led me out into the quieter, empty hallway.

My hands rested on his chest where I could feel his heart thumping wildly beneath my fingertips. He nudged my shoulder bag out of the way to grip my hips.

We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, everything fading around us.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I said, feeling like I might burst out of my skin if I didn’t get him inside me soon.

The feeling was only made worse when I felt his erection prodding my stomach. He closed his eyes, as though he were in pain, and when he opened them they were blazing. “I don’t have anything,” he said, voice hoarse. “Protection, I mean.”

Excited laughter trembled on my lips as I pressed deeper into him. “I do. There was a condom dispenser in the ladies restroom.”

Amused, he smirked, “Well that was awfully presumptuous of you.”

Grinning, I slid my hand down his hard stomach and between our bodies to cup his growing erection. “Awfully,” I whispered. “But you did say you like me, and you also said you only fuck women you like.”

He hissed under his breath. “Hazel.” His grip on my hips turned bruising as he ground into me. “I was wrong earlier.”

“About what?”

“When I said you were cute when you use the word “fuck”. Not cute.” He shook his head, suddenly edging us backwards. “Hot. Fucking hot.” And then suddenly he let go of me only to bend down and catch me up in his arms.

I let out a little squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold on as he powered us up the main staircase to his room.

As the soon as the door slammed shut behind us, he gently eased me to my feet, removed my shoulder bag, and yanked me back against him. Liam’s lips crashed down on mine as I stood up on tip toe, my hands fisted in the back of his sweat-soaked T-shirt. Two seconds later he gripped my bottom in his hands and lifted me for easier access. I obliged, and wrapped my legs around his waist, our kiss hard, hungry and wet. It was the best bloody kiss ever! A possessive kiss that got me in all my tingly places. I loved the way Liam held me— one arm hooked under my bum, while his other hand threaded through my hair to hold my lips to his. No escape.

He was in control, and it was him that pulled back first. We panted against one another’s mouths, trying to catch our breaths.

This feeling… these feelings between us… it was nuts! But it was also kind of more than incredibly amazing.

I looked into his green eyes, and swore I felt myself falling.

And then I literally was because he threw me on his bed caveman style. I didn’t even have a chance to catch my breath because he was on the bed with me, kissing me, his hand fisted in my hair. The feel of his tongue stroking mine, the taste of him, the smell of him… I had never been more turned on in my life.

I broke the kiss, my skin on fire, “Clothes off,” I murmured against his mouth, trying to push him up.

He took the hint, pulling back to straddle me as he whipped off his T-shirt.

I reached out, sex-dazed, to run my hands over his hard abs. “How do you gem mm mmm,” my question was muffled as Liam yanked my turtleneck, and thus my arms, over my head, throwing my top behind him.

I felt my hair cloud wildly around my head but Liam wasn’t paying attention to my mad hair. He was already reaching for my bra strap.

Cool air tightened my nipples as he pulled the material away and threw the bra behind him too. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he stared at me, probably feeling what I felt when I looked at those fine abs of his.

“Do you even realize how sexy you are?” he said hoarsely, as he cupped my breasts in his large, hot hands.

I moaned as his touch sent sparks of arousal down my belly to between my legs.

“Hazel,” he groaned, leaning over to press soft kisses down my chest and over my breasts. When he wrapped his mouth around my right nipple, I gripped his head in my hands and held on as desire rippled through me. My hips undulated against him, impatient to get to the main act.

As if he read my thoughts, Liam’s fingers went to the button on my jeans. He pulled away from my now swollen nipple to yank the jeans down my legs. He slid off the bed to do so, and then immediately got to work on removing his own jeans.

He stood naked before me and my mouth went dry. He was all tawny and sculpted, with deep cuts in his obliques that told me he was used to a lot of physical activity.

“Condoms?” he said, his voice guttural with sex.

“Purse,” I gestured to the floor where he’d dumped it as soon as we got in the room.

I almost whimpered with bliss as he turned around. His arse. Oh my God, his arse was quite possibly the finest thing I’d ever seen.

“Get back over here,” I said, panting. “Now.”

Smirking arrogantly in a way that only increased my lust for him, Liam crawled back onto the bed and lowered himself over me. I dropped my gaze to his cock. He was so hard the thing was almost touching his belly.

My eyes flew to his face and we stared at each other a moment, both of us breathing rapidly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet in my whole life,” I blurted out, apparently unable to control my thoughts-to-mouth filter around this man.

My words seemed to snap whatever control Liam had because suddenly he was tearing at the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolling it up his impressive hard-on all in three swift seconds.

And then he was kissing me again, his stubble scratching me every now and then in a way that made the fine hair on my arms stand up.

Everything about this man was knicker-meltingly-sexy.

My fingers tightened in his hair and Liam’s fingertips glided down the curve of my waist, across my belly and down between my legs. I moaned into his mouth as he pushed two fingers inside me, the moan turning to whimpers as he pumped them in and out. He left my mouth, his lips trailing down my chin, my throat, my chest, before they tickled across my left breast and closed around my nipple. I threw my head back on a deep groan as the pull of his mouth shot more streaks of heat to my sex.

I clasped his head to my chest as he sucked and licked my nipples. All the while my hips flexed against the thrust of his fingers between my legs. It wasn’t enough. I needed more.

But Liam seemed intent on making me come, and soon my nails were curling into his broad shoulders, his name escaping in panted gasps from my lips as the tension inside of me increased. It tightened and tightened until I froze, breathless.

And then the tension exploded.

“Liam!” I cried out, the word ending abruptly in a whimper as my climax rolled through me, my inner muscles squeezing around his fingers as I jerked against them.

I didn’t even have time to catch my breath as he slipped his fingers out of me, braced his hands at either side of my head and pushed inside of me.

I spread my legs wider for him, holding onto his waist as he nudged deeper. Swollen from my orgasm, it was a tight fit, and Liam gritted his teeth as he sank into me. “Oh God! I cried, feeling overwhelming full.

I clutched onto him, watching the way his eyes flared.

“So tight.” He groaned, moving his hips gently and groaning again. “Jesus, Hazel, you feel fucking glorious.”

Wow.

No man had ever said anything so wonderful to me during sex. I flexed my hips against his, urging him to move. And move he did. My fingers dug into the supple muscles of his back as he began to pump into me in deep, hard drives that threatened to blow me apart.

We began gasping each other’s names as the pleasure escalated with each thrust.

“Harder, Liam,” I begged, my fingers digging into his skin. “Oh God, harder.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, his powerful drives slamming into me until the headboard was banging against the wall. I didn’t even care if anyone heard us. All I cared about was the pleasure burn of his cock dragging in and out of me, setting my nerves on fire.

It came. My body stilled for a fraction of a second, and then, “Yes!” I screamed, as the most exhilarating orgasm moved through me.

I could feel my inner muscles rippling hard around Liam’s cock, tugging intensely on him, so intensely I felt him swell even thicker inside me before he shouted my name. His hips shuddered against mine in quick, deep jerks as he came.

He collapsed over me, his mouth against my neck as he panted for breath.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, pressing a kiss to my sweat dampened skin. “Fuck me.” He rolled off of me, giving me room to breathe, but he lay close, and curled his hand around my breast as we tried to catch our breaths.

“That was…” I tried to search for the right word.

“Mind-fucking-blowing,” he offered.

“Yeah, that,” I huffed.

My limbs were useless to me. I felt as if they’d all melted into the mattress beneath me.

After a minute or so of silence, Liam got up and disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned the condom had been disposed of. I watched him stride across the room, confident in his nakedness, and if I wasn’t mistaken he was sporting a semi.

“I’m impressed,” I nodded toward it.

“I want you again,” he shrugged like it was a given. And then he collapsed next to me on his back. “First I’m going to taste you.”

I sat up and looked at his face, my core already pulsing at the thought. “Taste me?”

“Taste you,” his eyes smoldered, “Climb aboard, Beautiful.”

So I did, holding onto the headboard as I straddled his face. When I felt his tongue thrust into me I was lost all over again.

My climax this time was slower, sweeter, but no less wonderful, and when I was done, Liam flipped me over onto my stomach. He guided me up onto my hands and knees and then I felt his heat disappear.

Glancing over my shoulder I watched as he grabbed another condom from the packet in my purse. He stilled at the sight of me, his eyes darkening, his features hardening with lust and determination.

“You are the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said, his swelling erection proving he meant it as he hurried back to me.

My head fell between my shoulders, my hair brushing the bed, and my belly fluttered with anticipation at the sound of the condom wrapper crinkling.

“Ah!” My back bowed as he slid slowly inside of me, tortuously slowly. “Liam,” I begged. “Oh God.”

But he was determined to take his time, smoothing his hands over the globes of my arse as he glided in and out of me in gentle thrusts. Those magic hands of his coasted up my ribs and he wrapped his arms around me.

He pulled me up off my hands, until I was sitting on him, my head resting against his shoulder.

“You are so beautiful,” he said hoarsely, cupping my breasts in his hands and giving them a delicious squeeze that made me cry out. “And you feel amazing. So amazing.”

I curled my arm around his neck and closed my eyes as I bounced up and down on his cock in slow, deep drives.

This was sex, I thought euphoric. Finally, this was good, no great sex, no AMAZING bloody MAGNIFICENT sex.

***

The first thing that seeped into my conscience was the hard heat of a body pressed down the whole length of mine. There were legs tangled with mine, too. Slightly hairy legs that tickled mine.

I grinned, still not quite awake, as the memories of last night played behind my eyes.

Warm lips kissed my shoulder. “Good morning,” Liam whispered in my ear.

Turning my head toward his, I pried my sleepy eyes open and stared into his blurry handsome face. “Morning.” He smelled of soap, and his hair was damp. He must have showered already.

“We need to check out really soon.”

“What time is it?” I mumbled. I felt exhausted.

“Ten fifty in the morning.”

I groaned. “We only fell asleep a few hours ago.” We’d had lots of sex. Lots and lots of fantastic sex.