33. Liam

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

liam

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I don't bother looking at whatever crude messages Noah is sure to be sending about what I, too, hope I'll be doing tonight.

April's flat is quite nice, but sterile. I was in too much of a rush when I did some breaking and entering before and didn't pay too much attention to it.

She offers me a drink and I tell her I'll have whatever she's having. Her smile is pure mischief, and I regret my answer as soon as she pulls two liquor glasses from the cupboard. My tequila girl.

I sit on one of her bar stools in the open-plan kitchen. She fills both glasses and joins me, placing them on the counter in front of us.

"I'll do shots with you, Doc. But I've got to do one thing first." I turn her around in her seat until her back is facing me and stand to pull her zipper down. "This has been disturbing me all night long."

"My zipper?" Her tone is amused, teasing.

"Fucking little thing. Pestering me from afar. Running across your body, following your every curve, slicing your dress in two in the most vexing, provocative way."

"Wow. Who would've thought a zipper could be this triggering?"

Oh, she thinks this is funny? I pull the sides of the dress apart, forcing the zip down. She gasps at the change of pace. It goes far enough ?to reveal she's not wearing a bra. Pushing the dress from the collar down her arms, I let it pool by her elbows, restraining her upper limbs.

Her tits rest above the bunched fabric, serving them up to me on a red, silky tray. I stare at them from my privileged point of view behind her and run my hands over her breasts until her nipples are two hard peaks and she's panting.

"What? No more zipper jokes?" I pull, pinch, roll her nipples between my fingers. April's tits feel fucking perfect in my hands. Heavy, round, gravity-defying. She arches her back, pushing them further into me.

"More, Liam."

My new favorite words.

"Stand up, baby girl. This whole dress is getting on my nerves now." I tug on the zipper, fighting it down, but freeze when I hit the crack of her ass. The crack of her very naked ass. I slip my hand inside the dress and enunciate every letter to chastise her. "Doctor Hadden." At the sound of my words, I'm assaulted by images of fucking her in her scrubs. Fuck, that would be hot. Correction . Will.

I guide her away from the stools, so I have plenty of room to roam around her. "You had nothing under this dress the entire night?" I squeeze her ass with one hand and zip down the rest of the dress with the other. It pools by her feet and I'm gifted with a naked goddess who turns her head back to me to give me the cheekiest wink ever.

"Of course. I didn't want panty lines."

I pace around her and feel her burning stare following me as I take one slow step at a time, admiring the deity in front of me. The only thing on her body are her high heels and the goosebumps her skin is wearing. I caress her with my hands until her skin feels smooth again and test my theory that April is always wet for me.

I run a finger through her slit. There's my proof. She's soaking. Drenched. She moans, hips bucking up to invite my digit in.

Impatient and a tad imprudent, I push in three fingers at once. April gasps and spreads her thighs wider. Maybe it's to balance herself better, but I take it as a welcome. It's a struggle to start with three fingers, but not for long. Her pussy's so wet, they soon slide all the way in.

"You had nothing under that dress while you were dancing with your boss?" I thrust harder and she moans. "While you were hanging from Max Fucking Sinclair's arm?" My pace is faster, my palm slams her clit, and her legs buckle. April hangs on to my sleeves for dear life. "All the while, you had nothing on ? " I pinch her nipple with my other hand, waiting for the answer I already have.

"I think you got his middle name wrong." Ms. Smart Ass smirks wide, and I double my efforts, fucking her with one hand and taking turns on her nipples with the other. April might turn me into an ambidextrous person if we keep this up.

She's a feisty little thing, and I love to see her break. It didn't take long to figure out all her weak spots. Her pussy being the biggest and tightest of them all.

Her moans grow louder and her head falls back. I stop fingering her and that snaps her head right back up to face me, her eyes holding threats she's far too small to keep.

Now that I get her attention back, I may continue.

"This…" I pump harder and grind the heel of my hand against her clit for added emphasis, "… is what you were wearing? Not a single scrap of fabric covering this pussy?" She nods her confession. " My pussy?" She nods with more enthusiasm and pushes the aforementioned pussy down on my hand. Of course she does. She is such a good girl. My good girl.

Her head falls to my chest and her moans turn into mumbling. I can't quite decipher her words, but the tone lets me know she's begging.

I lower my head, gather her hair with a firm hand, and pull on it to bring her ear closer to my mouth. "Was this pussy wet back then? While you watched me take off my tie and jacket for you?" Her moans turn longer and deeper. "Were you leaking down your thighs then? Were you hot and bothered crossing and uncrossing your legs inside the car? While you were sitting across from my brother?"

She looks up, outraged and ready to fight me, but her pussy betrays her, clenching harder on my fingers as I speak those last words. I'm not one for sharing, but I'd be willing to indulge her if she enjoys being watched.

"There she is, my filthy little slut." Her open mouth suits her just fine, but instead of wasting her breath contradicting me, she moans louder when I curl my fingers on my way out, massaging just the right spot.

It's a thing of beauty to see her face go from ferocious to compliant.

My digits sink into her with renewed purpose. I keep fucking her with my fingers and slapping her clit with my palm at every thrust of my hand. It orchestrates the most beautiful and melodic moans from her body, in sync with the slapping.

I trace her open mouth with my thumb and she sucks on it, eyes wide open, the way she knows I like her to. I fucking love to watch her watching me. Watching us. It makes my cock throb, then cry a few tears, desperate for some attention.

That hand moves down and wraps around her throat. Before I add any pressure, I ask her, "Do you trust me?"

The few seconds it takes her to say "yes" are a sweet torture. Never stopping fucking her with my hand, I apply just a little bit of pressure around her neck to test the waters. I pull that hand higher and raise her to her toes. Her eyes open wide but, as promised, she's trusting me.

"Such a good girl," I utter my thoughts out loud and am rewarded with her pussy tightening harder around my fingers. My lips curl to one side at her reaction.

April likes to hear me singing her praises? Baby girl, I'll sing like a fucking nightingale to feel this pussy squeezing me this hard.

"You like that, don't you? Being a good girl for me?" I squeeze my fingers around her throat a little more and on cue, her pussy squeezes me back. That's all the answer I need, but she still nods it for me.

"Let go of my arms, baby girl."

"I don't trust my legs. I'll fall," she moans to me in a whisper.

"Trust me, then. I won't let you."

And there goes that pussy strangling my fingers again. I fuck her harder as a reward, then slow the pace. With some hesitation, she lets go of one arm, then the other. And then she lets go of everything. Control, titles, worries. She lets her arms hang loose by her sides and allows me to carry most of her weight.

I'm holding her up by her throat and by her pussy. She's treading on the tip of her heeled toes, yielded to me, and I might come in my pants from this sight alone. From the power I'm holding, from the pleasure I'm giving. What a fucking vision.

She's my fuck puppet and I'm about to make her come undone in front of me.

Her pussy starts convulsing, so I tighten my hold on her throat and bring my mouth to her ear. "Tap on my arm if it's too much, okay?" April bites into her bottom lip, holding in a moan and nodding her agreement.

Her body tries to meet every thrust of my hand, but she doesn't have much leeway. She's balancing herself by the tip of her toes, hanging from her neck on my hand and being pushed back in place with every thrust of my fingers into her.

The sounds of my hand slamming into her become louder and bounce off the walls, joining the symphony of her gasps and moans. April's moans reach the highest decibels of the night. She's close.

"That's it. Now be a good girl and come for me. Let me feel that pussy cream my fingers." She comes on command, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

"Eyes on me when you come, April." I squeeze her neck tighter as a warning, but still give enough airway for her to moan loud and incoherently as she looks up at me with wide, incredulous eyes.

April comes apart on my hand, and I come in my pants. I'm not even embarrassed. My hips buck forward at their own accord and I come watching the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen, surrendering her body and her trust to me.

I want every bit she's willing to give me, greedy motherfucker that I am.

Softening my grasp on her neck, I allow her to take a deep breath in and her body slumps, her hands resting on my chest as she recovers from her orgasm.

My fingers are still inside her pussy. I don't stop, just take on a slower rhythm, massaging and curling inside her, then coming outside to run my soaked fingers ever so slightly over her oversensitive clit.

She trembles in aftershocks and grabs on the arm that is still holding her neck hostage for support, forcing it down so she can plant her feet on the floor. But she never pulls my arm away from her neck.

The thought of her appreciating my hand as her necklace this much puts a smile on my face. There's so much I want to do to her. With her. I withdraw my fingers from her pussy and run them over her lips, hyper focused on every detail of her face. The pouty lips on her open mouth welcoming the recent free flow of air. Her naughty tongue comes to meet my fingers and steals a taste. Her closed eyelids, depriving me of her emerald eyes. Her amusing flushed cheeks. Her perfect face.

Fucked. I'm fucked.

I bring my focus back to her lips and take them into a violent kiss. It's a punishing one. I'm punishing her for messing with my head this much. With my hand apparently glued to her throat, I push her against the nearest wall, never breaking our connection.

I hold her there while I slip one finger down along her slit to gather more of her cum and bring it again to my mouth.

Her mouth opens wider. If in shock or invitation, I'm unsure. But I'm a greedy motherfucker, so I take it all for myself.

"You taste fucking addictive." I lick my fingers clean while she watches me, entranced and squirming. Dropping to my knees, I lick her slit as gently as I can, with soft strokes of my tongue, aware of how sensitive she must be right now. But I need more. And I need it now.

April digs her nails into my skin and I raise her left leg to hook her knee around my shoulder. I drink her in, in one long slow lick. Slit to clit. Her pussy is swollen, lips puffed and red from all the pounding. So fucking beautiful.

I lick every inch and crease with open-mouthed kisses and gentle swipes of my tongue, taking her wetness in and leaving mine behind.

She's hesitant at first. Hands on my shoulders keep me at a distance so I can't press my face too hard into her. But with enough coaching, she's rubbing that gorgeous pussy on my face, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me closer.

I make my way to her clit and flick it with my tongue. April moans, swaying in rhythm with me, and I smile into her pussy. "I need more, April." Lick. "I want to see you coming again. And I want your pussy coming on my face this time." I slide a finger in. "Do you have one more for me?"

"Liam, I'm too sensitive. I don't think I can take it anymore," she says, rubbing her pussy on my outstretched tongue and convincing no one.

"You can't?" I insert two fingers and she fucks them. I have yet to make a move. "That's my good girl." I sit back on my heels and smile in awe of this sex goddess in front of me.

I slowly curl and uncurl my fingers and let April dictate the rhythm as she fucks my hand. It is not slow.

My cock hurts from the confines of my trousers, screaming it's had enough, and I use my left hand to ungracefully zip myself down and set it free. "Look down, April. Look at this mess." My cum-covered, neglected cock is rock hard. Its head purple and angry looking. "I came just from watching you fall apart at my hands. Can you see how hard I am already? That's what you do to me, woman. That's how crazy you drive me."

April's jaw drops open at the sight of my cock being pumped slowly by my hand. Precum is leaking from its head and she licks her bottom lip, her hips moving faster, fucking my hand harder as if the sight turns her on.

I make my way to her swollen clit. I lick it gently, but she demands more.

"Lick me hard, Liam. Lick it. Yes, flat, like that. YES." I comply with her every command, flattening my tongue and licking her swollen bundle of nerves over and over, lighter and then harder. Frustration and pleasure bring April to the brink.

Then I suck on her clit, slow at first, but she just bounces harder on my fingers, so I suck with intent and hum my appreciation, letting it reverberate inside her. April grabs into my hair frantically, pressing her pussy harder into my face.

"Liam, I'm going to come. Come with me, please. Please, come with me," she pleads, desperate. "Pump that cock hard and fast for me." There I go, diligent as ever, pumping as dexterous as I can with my left hand, but it's just too awkward.

I know how to make better use of that hand. A way that'll make those fireworks about to light under April's eyelids shine even brighter.

As soon as her pussy starts pulsating and her moans rise to announce her big ending, I take some cum that leaked from her pussy and spread it on her ass, rub it in and insert one finger, making her convulse like she's being fucking electrocuted.

Thank fuck for the wall behind her to help me hold her in place. I edge the finger in and out of her ass and April goes from moaning to screaming.

I keep sucking her clit in waves, pacing it according to her moans and breathing. Fucking her ass and her pussy slowly, one finger going in while the other goes almost all the way out, until she rides it off.

It's raw, beautiful. She fights to stand, to steady her breath, to keep the aftershocks at bay. She tries and fails to talk a few times, especially when I pick up the pace.

My fuck puppet , I think and smile to myself.

Once she's steady, I take my fingers from inside her, hold her by the thighs and bury my face in her. She smells fucking divine after she comes. I inhale deep, and lick her one last time, making her laugh and squirm on my face.

"Fuck, fuckety, fuck. I'm fucking addicted to this pussy. How fucked am I?"

The pussy doesn't answer me back, but the owner on top of her is laughing.