38. April

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

april

Liam is waiting for me in my bed when I get home. He left the party first, and Terry drove me here about fifteen minutes later. The carpeted floors mute my heels and I make my way in unannounced. I'm rewarded with a rare instance: Liam relaxed.

Shoes off, legs crossed at the knees. His navy suit jacket lies next to him, folded neatly on my pillow. His white shirt is unbuttoned and untucked, showcasing his hard earned muscles. And the most bizarre occurrence of the scene playing out before me—his eyebrows are not knitted together.

Can he get any sexier? I'm sure he could, just to annoy me.

When he spots me gawking from the doorway, Liam moves with the prowess of a lion. Lowering his feet to the floor and standing in one continuous, hypnotic motion, he reaches me with his long strides and wipes the perverted smile off my face with a kiss.

"Welcome home, beautiful." He kisses me some more before I say anything back. It was nothing more important or better than his lips on mine, anyway.

Liam pulls me inside the bedroom and I lift my arms around his neck. I hook one leg around his thigh, and just as I'm about to put the other one on his waist, he stops me by pushing my body against a wall. My legs drop to the floor while my hands grip the collar of his shirt. He untwines my fingers and warns me, "If you need to hold on to something, use my head." And then he drops to his knees.

I'm hit with deja vu. Reverse deja vu? Is there such a thing? He's mirroring our first night together. We started just like this, only the roles are now the other way round. If this is not a good omen, I don't know what is.

"I've been dying to do something since we went out in that garden," he says, giving wings to my imagination before turning me around and freeing me from my skirt. It goes down with my panties and I step out of both. I turn back around in time to see him kicking them to the side.

"Not taking those as a souvenir? A prop for a new video? What? Not a fan of bright pink?" I tease as he stares at the junction of my thighs, further ignoring my discarded lingerie.

"I'm a fan of anything that smells of your pussy, Doc." Clench. "But I have different plans for tonight. Let me tell you what came to mind when I went outside for a smoke."

Please do. I feel like I might die if he doesn't right about now.

"Those things will kill you, by the way," I say with a sober tone and with all the authority my doctor title grants me. I say it to break some of his hold on me, but it doesn't even dent it. Nothing can pierce through the lust so heavy in the air or change the tune of anticipation we're both clearly entranced by.

"This might just change your mind." He pulls his cigar case from his back pocket. It's a metallic, double cigar case. It holds two cigars side by side and mimics their shape. And from the look in Liam's eyes, I'm about to get fucked by it.

Liam sits back on his heels and watches me, as if the sight of a half naked me is enough of a show for him to indulge for hours. He puts the case down and I stagger my exhale. He must be testing my sanity.

He unbuckles his belt, zipping his pants down next. His eyes never leave mine. My eyes never leave his hands. He pulls his rock hard cock out and jerks himself slowly. I widen my stance. Even though I'm leaning against the wall, I still need help not to fall on my ass if he's going to do that.

Liam stops his performance to pull on the back of my thigh and bring my foot to sit on top of his knee, opening me up for him. I can feel the heat and wetness in my core. From his front row seat, I'm pretty sure he can see it too.

"Are you ready for us, Doc?" I clench hard at the sound of ‘us', the sound of my nails scratching the wall, loud and unmistakable.

As if that wasn't enough of an answer, I manage to say yes, and Liam gives me his widest smile yet.

He uses his hands to spread me open and dives in with his talented lips and tongue. I have one hand on the wall and another tangled in his hair as he eats me out. First, it's as if he's starving, but time goes by and I change his diagnosis to insatiable. God forbid there's a cure.

Liam's thick, soft tongue laps at my bundle of nerves. He knows how to alternate between teasing, gentle strokes, then punishing, hard ones. There's not an inch of my pussy that hasn't been licked, sucked, cherished by him.

He has me teetering on the edge, mumbling about how he can't get enough, how good I taste, the vibrations of his filthy words adding to my arousal. All the while touching behind my legs up to my ass, over my belly, up to my covered tits.

I'm so close now that I don't think my legs are very reliable anymore, so I'm taking up his offer and holding on to his head with both hands. "Liam, I'm going to come." That's his cue to run the cigar case up the inside of my leg. It's cold and full of promises. He lets go of my clit, but I'm too curious to complain. The case carries its way up until Liam uses it to part my lips. I rub myself on it, getting ourselves acquainted, getting it nice and wet.

"You're so wet, beautiful. I bet this will slide right in. Can I?"

Liam repositions the case, aiming it upwards, and I'm pushing myself down on it before my head bobs up and down in agreement.

"Tell me," he insists. Oh fuck, I have to be functional enough to speak intelligible words while being fucked by him? That's a tall ask. "Can I fuck you with my cigar case?" he asks, but said phallic case is already breaching me.

"Yes," I plead loudly, then hiss a ‘fuck' in a faint whisper.

It slides right in and Liam twists it on its way out. I watch him watching it as it goes. He switches hands and goes back to jerking himself with slow pumps.

"It's gliding in so easily, Doc. Look at this." Liam's deep voice narrates the scene before us and his dirty words magnify all the sensations coursing through my body. They incite my hips to move faster, my moans to echo louder. "Your pussy is throbbing so hard. It sucks the case back in every time I pull it out. Fuck. What a sight to behold."

"Tell me more," I beg and he lets go of his cock, as if my plea pushed him to an edge he's not ready to tread. He draws in a deep breath and I watch that sexy man on the verge of losing it. It fills me with a power I didn't know I had and now I don't think I can live without.

Liam brings the case all the way down to my knee. His tongue then trails its wet path up until he gets reunited with my pussy. In a display of pure cruelty, he doesn't eat me out. He stops a fraction of an inch before my core, close enough that I can feel his breath when he says, "But that's not what crossed my mind when we were on the patio."

"It wasn't?" My curiosity is somewhere around the stratosphere, while my hips are far less intrigued and buck forward.

The answer becomes obvious when Liam opens the metal case and pulls a fresh cigar out. "I love my cigars." He brings it to his nose, wafting its rich, earthy aroma. His eyes are closed as he savors the scent and speaks his next words. "But nothing compares to your pussy."

My lips part at his words and he slides two fingers inside me, fucking me with them while curling at the right spot, until I'm moaning and meeting his thrusts. My body is arching so much, only my head and shoulders are touching the wall.

"I want to try both," he explains. "I want to taste you the next time I have a smoke." Fuck, that's sexy. The image comes to mind, and I imagine his gorgeous smile as he lights the cigar that tastes like me.

Liam unwraps the cigar from its plastic and I gulp, chest heaving so badly it compromises my view. Liam stares at my top as if it did him wrong. "The only logical explanation for you to still be wearing a shirt and a bra is that I suffer from tunnel vision when your pussy is at eye level."

I chuckle at the joke. "You got me so busy, I forgot about them too."

"Take them off. Let me see you playing with those tits when you come all over my cigar, will you?"

I yank them off like they're doused in holy water and I'm the damn antichrist.

"Will you?" he asks again and I'm lost.

"Will I what?" What is he talking about? My breasts are already out and heaving.

"Will you let me fuck you with my cigar now?" He traces it between my outer lips, teasing me, and my hips drop lower, chasing it.

"Liam, how bizarre is it to think, and even worse, to say it out loud, that I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't let you fuck me with right now?"

He grabs his dick again and slips the tip of the cigar into my pussy. "That's called trust. And that's hot as fuck, Doc."

There's more friction with the cigar, so his thrusts are shorter and he takes his time entering me with it. "Cream this cigar for me, beautiful. I want it covered with you. I want to see you come all over it." Liam licks my outer lips between sentences and grabs my hip with just the right amount of force. I'm hanging on his hair for dear life. Odds are, he might be bald by the end of the night, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"After that, I'm going to lick that pussy clean. Drink every drop." His tongue flicks over my clit. He goes from gentle laps to punishing whips and I couldn't pick a favorite tempo to save my life. "Then you're going to take my cock, any way you want it." Liam's promises hit me in my core and I'm getting closer by the syllable.

"Do you want to ride it? Sit on this big cock until you're so full you can barely breathe?" He sucks my clit into his mouth and I sink lower on the cigar.

I cry out. It's raw, desperate and true.

He lets go of my clit and I resent him and all his ancestors. "Or do you rather I take you from behind?" Liam thrusts the cigar further until I can feel his fingers. The thing must be soaked, probably ruined. I don't give a single fuck. He doesn't stop, so apparently he doesn't care either. "Will you raise that ass high for me while I fuck that pussy and finger that tight ass of yours?"

"Fuck yes," I cry louder. Looks like Liam converted me. I'm into ass play now.

He's about to dive back into my pussy when I pull his hair back, turning his face up to me. "Or maybe I can't wait for either and you'll have to take me against this wall." Breath is a luxury I can't afford when Liam's face is this close to my pussy, and I pant between words. "I need your cock, Liam. I need the real thing. Now." He eases the cigar out of me and places it inside the case. "Will you let me have it?" I tease, both of us too far gone to deny anything to one another.

"Oh, beautiful," he fetches a condom from his pants pocket, "it's yours."

He puts my knee on the crook of his elbow and stands. My other leg follows the lead and hangs from his other arm. He spreads me wide, puts his hands against the wall, trapping me between them, getting me to the perfect height. I wrap my hands around his beautiful, powerful neck. I scratch his scalp, neck and back before pulling him closer for a kiss. It's rough, hungry, desperate.

When we break for air, he's wearing the kind of look someone gets when they strap in for the most thrilling ride at the theme park. And he takes me there with the first deep thrust.

My jaw slacks open, eyes squinted shut as he stops inside me to check if I'm okay. He has a domino effect on me; every inhale makes me grip his cock tighter, and a shiver runs up my body. It starts deep in my core until I feel the hair on my scalp rising.

It takes me a few seconds to arrange my words into a comprehensible sentence. "I love the way you stretch me." Needing to feel more of him, I spread my fingers against the warm skin of his back, savoring the sensation of his muscles rippling under my touch. I pull him closer to me, close enough that I can feel his heart frantically beating against mine. Leaning in close, I nibble on his ear before whispering my next words into it. "I love the challenge that is to fit you anywhere." He growls, then licks and bites my neck.

My confession comes in a rush. With my eyes still closed, it's so easy to say these things. But easy is boring, and things with Liam are anything but. So I open my eyes and wait for him to meet my gaze before I say, "I love the way it hurts so good."

Neither of us blinks, as my hips jerk forward and he thrusts in and out until he's covered with my arousal and can slide every inch in easily. One of his hands moves to my nape and he tilts my neck to the side, kissing, sucking and biting into it. Liam inhales deeply as he runs his nose up the column of my neck. "Fuck, April. I swear you smell different when we fuck. Intoxicating. Your scent changes and it drives me crazy."

I can feel his dick twitch as he pauses inside me to tell me that, and I squeeze him back in response. "Do that again," he demands, and I oblige. "Fuck, that feels so good." Liam starts moving slowly, but I'm far too feral for a paced fuck. I need brutal.

"Liam, give it to me hard."

His smile pushes his cheek into my neck, but I can hear it in his voice too.

"Do you want it rough, baby girl?"

"So rough."

Liam doesn't deny my request. Oh, no. He spoils me, pulling almost all the way out, then back in, fast and hard, until he fills me up with his cock. I moan both ways.

"Your tight little pussy was made to take this cock. You take me so beautifully." His words are driving me crazy and the chorus of slapping sounds make me even hornier. Add my string of moans to it and we can call it an orchestra.

He punctuates every thrust by grinding his pelvis against my clit and once he picks up speed, I'm a goner. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come!"

I bounce on him, using his shoulders as leverage. I think he wants to come as well, because he's ramming into me with all he's got, just waiting for the final clench so we can finish together.

We do, and it's fucking perfect.