23. April

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

april

Sucking Liam off gets me high on lust. To weaken the legs of a man his size is so freaking empowering. Having him moan, curse, and lose control triggers the porn star in me.

It doesn't matter if I'm sitting or down on my knees, I'm the one in control and that power trip does things to my ego.

I rarely get off that much from sucking dicks, but Liam's? It gets me so turned on. I get so wet from the way his body reacts to mine. From how he feels in my hands, on my lips.

I don't remember ever having the urge to open my eyes during it, but I revel in watching Liam. His contorted face trying to hold on just a little bit longer, his hips bucking out of control, pushing him further into my mouth.

The way he moans in total bliss, how he throbs between my lips. The way he gives in, the moment he gives up and lets me have it all. Fuck, it makes me so damn hungry.

So I drink him in, not breaking eye contact, completely entranced and somewhat confused as to why he makes me feel so much. Sexy, powerful, whole. I'm hyper aware of his breathing, of the way he looks at me with such fascination.

Running a finger from my forehead to my chin, he lifts my face as I lick my lips, savoring him.

"Fuck, April."

I stare up at him, not wanting this to end. "Fuck me some more, Liam."

He slides his hands under my arms, effortlessly lifting me until I'm kneeling on the bed. Liam kisses me unabashedly, and I love the taste of his lips while still tasting his cum in my mouth. He wraps me in his arms and kisses me so slowly, so lazily, it overwhelms me.

Alarm bells of ‘Too close! Too close!' ring inside my head, but I decide to drown them out with more tequila. Liam has fucked me into sobriety and I'm ready for another shot or two.

"But pass me the bottle, will you? I need tequila to make me forget my boss is an asshole first," I joke, trying to break the spell I was falling under.

He smirks. "Give the old man five minutes, okay? Actually, you can have this bottle and I'll take this one." Liam pulls a bottle of lube from a brown and blue paper tote bag.

"You bought lube from a shoe shop?"

He stares at me like I'm crazy, then checks the bag.

" Boots is a pharmacy."

"Why would someone name a pharmacy after a shoe?"

"Give me back the tequila. You've had enough."

I laugh and take another swig at it.

Then he unzips Callie's suitcase. Wait, there's no more seal on it.

"You opened my suitcase?" I exclaim in a mix of shock and fright.

He has the decency to stop and give me an apologetic look. "Well, yes. It said ‘London Essentials' but I wanted to make sure you were covered. I have to say, I'm rather fond of what you consider essential.

I roll in bed laughing, spilling tequila on myself and the sheets. "My best friend packed it and gave it to me— sealed —as a gift. I haven't seen what's inside of it yet."

Liam squints his eyes at me, unconvinced.

"I swear. She wanted it to be a surprise."

"Then let me do the honors. Hopefully, you'll be pleasantly surprised." He turns the suitcase my way and flips it open. "I know I was."

It's big, deep, and I can't even fathom what lies within its depths. But right on top? In plain sight? A variety of vibrators. Enough to start my own shop.

There's the classic one, the rabbit, the bullet, the clit sucking one—my current favorite. I can also see a magic wand, butt plugs… I stop counting when I spot a green monster tentacle dildo. Oh Callie, I don't think I'm that brave.

They all lay on top of the most exquisite lingerie I've ever seen. I spot tags from La Perle, Kiki de Montparnasse, Bordelle, Belle-et-BonBon, Coco de Mer . I'm still admiring the lace, silk, and other fabrics I can't name, when Liam picks out a toy and an outfit.

"Put this on," he says with a sly grin, doing a poor job of hiding his amusement.

It's a black open bra. If it wasn't for the tag with a picture of a model wearing it, I wouldn't know the back from the front. It's gorgeous and exposes the breasts completely, with an underwire and a stripe of lace for support. A string of velvet runs up between the breasts, like a tie, until it meets a tight collar. A choker, really. It's sexy as hell.

Next, he hands me matching suspenders and thigh-high stockings. "These too."

I'm happy to obey since I'm pretty much speechless. Actually, no. It's not only that. I love giving Liam full reign over me. For once in my life, I don't have to be on top of everything, vigilant, on high alert. I've been studying and working non-stop ever since I left my parents' house.

I can't be sure since I've never taken a real one, but being with Liam sure feels like being on vacation. It's like stepping into a private universe where just the two of us exist, and I get to let go. I know he'll make it good for me. And then again and again. It feels so liberating to hand over the control, to surrender. In some weird way, it makes me feel more powerful.

I can't wait to see what Liam's going to do with that toy. This is very new to me. Vibrators have always meant solo entertainment. My one-night stands never used props, and I never had a boyfriend to explore this kind of thing with.

Liam goes to the bathroom to clean the chosen toy. He picked the rabbit vibrator, but instead of flimsy bunny ears, this one has a broad stingray on the part that stimulates the clit. Very encompassing. Very promising, too.

The stockings and garter are easy, but the bra is virtually impossible and I don't know where to tie what to. Frustration sets in after a few unsuccessful attempts to put the damn thing on. My anatomy textbooks were less complicated than trying to decipher these instructions.

Victory is mine—eventually—and I fasten the last hook just as Liam turns off the tap. I check myself in the mirror, suck my tummy in and thank the universe I chose black pumps today. I got to hand it to Callie. She has a great sense of fashion. And kink. This is beautiful and I'm feeling hoooot .

"Fucking gorgeous." Liam's voice licks my skin, and I close my eyes to savor it. When I turn around, I forget to breathe out as I watch him take me in. His dick hardens before my eyes. He drops the lube and vibrator on the bed and stalks his way to me. I stand on my toes expecting a kiss, but he turns me towards the mirror again. Liam watches our reflection, his hands massaging my tits and pulling on my nipples. I moan and try to rub my ass on his hardness.

"Open your eyes, gorgeous"

I didn't even realize I had closed them.

"Such a good girl, doing exactly what the boss asks."

"Liam…"

He takes advantage of all the lingerie leaves exposed, framed for his view and access.

One hand stays on my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger. The other slides down my stomach, caressing my skin until he gets to my clit. His middle finger rubs it up and down and my legs tremble a little. I open them wider for him.

"That's my good girl."

I rock my hips on his finger and my eyes roll inside my head. Who knew I was a sucker for praise? Or maybe I'm just a sucker for Liam.

"Na-na-na." The same finger that was rubbing me pats my clit and I whimper. "Open those eyes for me. Look at how perfect you are." He slides the single digit inside me, covering himself in my arousal, before easing out and holding it up so we can see its glistening reflection in the mirror. "See how ready and greedy you are to be fucked again?"

Being the good girl that I am, I stare right at it, then at him. "Give it to me."

He's smiling as he offers me his finger and I lick it, moaning at the taste of my arousal. I suck it clean, releasing it with a popping sound.

"Now come taste me, boss."

"Fuck, you'll be the end of me," are his last words before he grabs my chin forcefully and kisses me as hard.

When we break for air, his face is somber, painted with bad intentions. "Go to bed and lay down on your back. Now."

My pussy throbs at his order; at the promise it brings. I crawl my way to the head of the bed, making a show of swinging my ass up high for him and getting myself a case of hyperlordosis while at it.

I take another gulp or two of the tequila that doesn't even burn anymore and put the bottle within arm's distance, on the bedside table, before I lay down.

"Yes, sir," I tease. "And now?"

"Now you hold on, Doc. And keep that ‘yes sir' on the tip of your tongue. Like the good little slut you are."

I'd put on my clothes and leave if any other man had called me that while having sex, but Liam seems to be the exception to every rule and my core clenches at his words.

He joins me in bed, grabbing my knees, and spreading my legs wide open for him. He actually smiles at my pussy before dipping his head in and giving it one long, slow, agonizing lick.

"Fuck, this pussy tastes good." Another lick. "So good." Another lick. "Too fucking good." And then he sucks hard on my clit, flicking his tongue on it, punishing it. He licks and sucks and I chant only his name, like he taught me to. He pushes three thick fingers inside me and then one in my ass, wet from my dripping pussy. I thrive on feeling so full, knowing his cock will stretch me much more.

"Liam, come fuck me," I cry.

He lifts his head only to ask, "Already begging, baby girl?" but he never stops fucking me with those skilled fingers of his. Such a multitasker.

"Wrap it up and fuck me. I need that cock inside me." Hands locked in his hair, I pull his head up, away from my pussy. "I want to sit and bounce and come all over it." Fine. Some might say I'm begging.

"Do you want to come, beautiful?"

"Yes," I breathe out, not caring how desperate I sound.

"Then you better come on my face, because I'm not done eating this pussy." Damn it, if that doesn't almost make me come on the spot.

I ride his face and fingers hard, shamelessly, using his body to find my release, making him match my rhythm. Then his finger in my ass pushes in deeper, making me cry out from the intrusion.

My body pulls away from the assault, but he distracts me by sucking on my clit harder, driving me insane.

I'm close, I'm so freaking close. I feel my pussy throb and squeeze his fingers. He feels it too and pushes his finger further up my ass and I take it.

No, I do better than take it. I love it and I come apart, screaming his name one last time.