9. April

CHAPTER NINE

april

I'm still in liquid form, sitting on the vanity, letting the mirror behind me support most of my weight, as I, certain as two and two is four, cannot. I watch Liam in pure fascination as he removes the condom, ties it up and bins it. His thick, long cock hangs between his legs as he walks into the shower and turns it on. Damn, I got lucky tonight.

I don't think I've ever seen a dick that pretty. Can I call a dick pretty? Let's find out.

"You have such a pretty dick." Yeap, I said it.

He chokes out a laugh and shakes the water from his face to stare me in the eye. "What the actual fuck did you just say?" I can see the amount of strength he's conjuring to try to keep a straight face at me, but the minute he starts soaping himself up, my focus falls back down.

My neck is bent to the side and I must look like the most curious dog ever.

Do dicks have hypnotic powers? My goodness, April. What the hell is wrong with your brain? Maybe ‘fuck your brains out' is not really just a metaphor.

His forearm brushes away the fog from the shower screen and one finger pokes the glass, pointing at me.

It's a struggle, but I muster all my self control and steer my attention back to his face.

"Don't call my dick pretty, it just lost two inches hearing that."

"Well, even if it did, it'd still be a freaking monster."

Seriously, I've never seen one that big and I've seen my fair share. It's a weapon of mass destruction. My poor and still throbbing vagina can attest to it. "Enough with the staring, April. Come join me."

I've noticed Liam is not too keen on asking. He's more comfortable bossing everyone around instead. Odds are I'm not gonna see him again, so I don't bother commenting on that. Condom or not, I'm a mess and a shower is, in fact, a great idea.

I make my way in and the first thing I notice… Well, no. The first thing I notice is that his cock is already semi-hard again. Is Liam on freaking Viagra? That's an impressive recovery time for someone with a grayish beard.

Come to think of it, I don't remember if Calista mentioned his age or not. But hey, what isn't impressive about this fine male specimen? Tequila is long gone, I now feel dick drunk just by looking at him.

Anyway, the second thing I notice is that our difference in height is abysmal now that I'm standing next to him with no heels on. It's kind of intimidating getting closer to him, like I'm a willing victim walking right into the predator's arms. But those are some fine arms, so who's going to judge me?

It seems that admiring the view made me too slow because Liam reaches for me and pulls me into his chest. It's like crashing into a brick wall.

I've been so consumed by being thoroughly fucked by Liam that I haven't paid him the attention his body deserves. I can hide my entire body behind his broad chest. And I think I could wash my clothes on his rock hard, ripped abs. My panties are ruined, so I feel kind of tempted to try this theory out.

My eyes tour him in his entirety, starting with his face. I'm not sure if he's constantly pissed at something or if it's just the shape of his eyebrows. His forehead wrinkles and the salt and pepper beard tells me he's been around for a while longer than me. It doesn't bother me at all. I've been surrounded by peers older than me my whole life.

I note that his lips are deceptively thin to the eye, but the moment they meet mine, they feel thick, soft, almost plush. The full potential of those lips is a secret known only to those fortunate enough to experience his kisses. And yeah, I got very lucky tonight.

I'm still lost in thought, enraptured by his traits, when he turns me around and guides me under the water jets to get my hair wet. Liam asks if I knew that staring is considered rude, which grants him a snort.

"Sorry, but that's not fair to ask of me. Or of anyone in your vicinity." I groan in pleasure as he massages my head with shampoo.

He pulls my hair with enough force to tilt my head back, but not enough to cause me too much pain. What a sweet line to tiptoe.

"I told you to stop apologizing over nothing." He sets one hand on my hip and eases me back to his hard as steel cock. He needs to spread his legs to lower himself enough to meet my ass, and I appreciate the effort. "Do I seem bothered by your bluntness, beautiful?"

Reaching behind my back, I wrap my hand around his length, moving it up and down until his thrusts are in sync with my pumping. "Liam?" I pant his name, just the feel of him turning me on again.

"Yes?" It comes out in a breathy voice.

"Let my hair go so I can get myself clean. Then you can be a dear and get me all dirty again."

He rinses the shampoo with a gentleness of touch I didn't think his hands were capable of.

Once he's done with my hair, he takes his time soaping me up, then rinses me down and leads me out of the shower where he towels me dry. Well, at least on the outside I'm dry.

I'll never admit it out loud, but I'm enjoying the crap out of being manhandled by Liam. I'm putty in his hands and I'm not at all interested in pretending anything different tonight.

He takes me by the hand back into the bedroom, both of us completely naked. The only thing I'm wearing right now is a hair tie.

I've never been too self conscious when I'm having sex, but I have never felt this comfortable and confident being naked with another man. The hunger in Liam's eyes when he looks at me is inebriating.

Liam sits on this beautiful low ottoman bench leaning on a huge floor to ceiling window that shows the most incredible view of the city. He has his back to it and I'm too fascinated by London's night lights to realize what his plan is.

I'm standing in front of him, between his open legs, when he holds my waist firmly with one hand and grabs the back of my left knee with the other. He brings my attention to him by giving a light tug on my knee so I don't lose my balance. His eyes don't ever look up. He's focused on one thing alone: my pussy.

He raises my leg, then puts my foot on top of the ottoman, opening me up for him. Damn, this is new.

Bringing me closer, he presses his face to my pussy and inhales deeply.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He kisses me down there; one lip, then the other. Like it's my mouth. He kisses and sucks. He releases his hold on my knee and pushes two fingers inside me, finding very little resistance as I'm already stretched from earlier and drenched with the idea of more.

The room is completely silent, so I can hear all his hungry noises and grunts. He takes out his fingers and drinks me up with a loud slurp. A freaking slurp . I would be embarrassed if I wasn't too busy trying not to come in less than a minute.

I rest my palms against the window to hold myself up, not trusting my legs to do their job. Now three fingers go back in and I know he can feel me throbbing. I'm over sensitive, over stimulated, and about to explode.

"Are you ready to come for me again, gorgeous?"

"Yes," I almost shout. He slows every move from his skilled tongue and fingers, driving me crazy and possibly murderous. "Liam," I beg, knowing he likes me to. "Liam, please."

He stops touching me completely, turns me around to face the other way, and before I have enough time to wonder what the hell I did wrong, he's standing right behind me. His lips dust my ear and he speaks, making every hair on my body stand to attention.

"Go to bed and get down on all fours." He slaps my ass hard and loud to punctuate his instruction. "Now."

I do what he asks without an ounce of reluctance and with my ass up high. My knees are at the edge of the bed and I'm shaking with anticipation, so I hold on to a pillow to get more comfortable. To get ready for the large-scale and semi-violent event that is being fucked by Liam.

"That window has absolutely nothing on this view."

That's all the incentive I need to bow my back and lift my ass as high as I possibly can. He slaps me again, making me jump and scream with a moan.

This time, when his mouth meets my pussy, he drags his tongue from my slit to my other hole. My body tenses up at the unexpected—but not really unwelcome—stroke of his tongue. And that earns me another freaking slap on the ass.

"Relax for me, beautiful. I'm not going to fuck you in the ass right now, if that's why you went all stiff on me. I'm having too much fun with this pussy to stop fucking it just yet."

And then he slaps my pussy. Again. And I scream in pleasure, yet again.

I'm convinced he thinks my body is a freaking tambourine and damn it if I'm not loving it.

I hear him tear a condom open and look behind my back to watch him put it on. He notices me moving and stares into my eyes. I flash him my eyebrows twice with a sassy grin and wiggle my ass in the air. He laughs, shaking his head as he checks on the condom.

"How the hell am I supposed to get enough of you?" he all but whispers to himself, but I hear it and my heart squeezes a bit in my chest.

He's a Tinder fling, a one-night stand. He's not meant to affect me like this. Thankfully, he takes my mind off it when he slides inside me without warning, in one smooth movement.

"Liam." I moan, trying and failing to catch my breath. "You're so… deep. I feel so… so full."

"Take me in, April. I'll go slow. I'm in no rush."

He holds me by the hips and pushes forward, hitting just the right spot, pleasure instantly replacing the discomfort. Then he pulls me back to him, entering me an inch more. Damn, he's still not all the way in?

"Fuck, gorgeous, you're strangling my cock."

Liam's strained voice is driving me crazy and I turn reckless, moving back, taking all I can of him.

"Just like that, baby girl. Fuuuuck." His breath is louder, erratic, and it just fuels my recklessness. "You're so tight. You feel so good."

I feel him everywhere. His voice caresses my skin and speaks straight to my pussy. His hands move up my shoulders, and his thumbs glide up and down my neck. The goosebumps start there and echo all over my body. And his cock, oh my God, his cock. We'd be closer to world peace if dildos were molded to Liam's dick shape. Every time he enters me, I swear he touches somewhere no man has ever put to use before. Liam sparks me into life.

His sweaty hands and tentative thrusts tell me he's being careful. Quite the opposite of me. His moves are tantalizingly slow. I love that this beast of a man is taking that much care not to hurt me. The pace is maddening and enough for me to see stars. I can actually feel my pussy clamping down on him.

If he's that worried about my safety, I might as well not be. So I fuck him with utter abandonment. I lose it, screaming his name on repeat. I'm a loud, porn-sounding broken record.

"Jesus, fuck, woman. Slow down." I can't. Nor want to. So instead, I flip my hair to look behind me and thrust back into him with all that I've got. Considering our sizes, I'm not even sure it's safe to do. But right now, I don't care.

He grabs my hips again to stop me from going too far and tries to dictate the rhythm, but I'm not having that. And since Liam's not letting me have it my way, I crawl forward and out of his reach.

"April, I said slow, not off."

My voice doesn't match the humor in his when I reply, patting the spot beside me. "Lay down, Liam. It's my turn to run the show."

"Oh, is it?" he rebukes with his hands on his waist, but his lopsided smile tells another story.

Lust rendered my prefrontal cortex useless. I couldn't care less if I can't walk straight after this. I want more. More of him inside of me, more of his skin surrounding me, more of his voice encouraging me. I'll take it all, just for tonight.

Kneeling on the bed, I spread my thighs wider and touch my clit with my fingertips. I watch him as I rub myself harder and see the exact moment his reluctance dies at the high pitch of my moan. RIP Liam's pride . I don't manage another two full circles around my favorite spot before he slaps my hand away with a jealous grunt and lies down, pulling me on top of him.

I'm wearing a victory grin as I climb that mountain of a man to impale myself with that huge cock again.

The descent is enough of a challenge to allow self-doubt to creep in. Can I take him like this? The shiver running up my spine as I take another inch reminds me I love the thrill. I could use some help, though. "Talk to me, Liam."

"Are you breaking a sweat there, baby girl? Is this too much for you?" Who does he think he's fooling? His voice is as strained as mine. Those throbbing veins in his neck look like they're about to burst, and he's sprouting new ones on his forehead by the second.

Seeing and hearing him like this is just what I need to focus on in my endeavors. My hips sway to the sound of his rough voice, gyrating and moving further down.

"No , " I lie too. "I'm in no rush." I parrot his words between pants and he thrusts up, his punishing hips leaving the bed, making my internal organs rearrange inside my body.

"Me neither," he says while his cock drives further and further in with each of his pumps. Liars, the both of us.

When my crotch finally meets his, all air leaves my lungs, as if to give his cock more room to fit inside me.

Fuck first, breathe second, that's the order of my priorities.

I laugh out loud while I rub my clit on Liam and ride him senseless. I ride him like I've been born and raised on a farm and that upbringing has shaped me into a true cowgirl.

Oh yeah, this is it. This right here is the best fuck of my life .

I'm lost in this sensory overload, face up, eyes closed, skin prickling everywhere, deafened by my own moans. And then Liam's hand cups my chin, making me open my eyes, only to be confronted by his.

He pulls me down, raises himself to meet me halfway, and then kisses me. This kiss. I don't think I've ever been kissed like that. This kiss makes me think I've never been kissed, period. It heightens everything I believed I was already feeling in its maximum voltage.

His grip on my chin tightens as he thrusts deeper than ever and I feel… claimed. The hairs on my body are not standing, they have left the building. Please cancel all future waxing appointments.

My hands leave his chest to grab his hair and bring him closer still. My limbs seem to think there's no such thing as close enough.

We kiss and fuck in a rhythm one only expects from synchronized Olympic sports, not a first date. A blind one, for that matter. And when we break this damning kiss, I'm relieved to find as much astonishment in his eyes as I feel inside my chest.

This connection is too much.

It seems to be too much for him too because his eyes drop to my lips and I take that as my cue to get back to cowgirl position. I hold onto his chest as he trails a gentle touch so unlike the brutal way he fucks into me, moving down my neck, shoulders, and arms, leaving a scorching trail in its path. "That's it, baby girl," he says like I needed the incentive, making me rock back and forth with all my might.

"Shut up, Liam. I'm trying very hard not to come and you calling me ‘baby girl' isn't helping."

"Would this help?" he asks, raising his head enough to suck a nipple into his hot, wet mouth and scraping his teeth across it.

"No, not helpful at all. Where do I forward a complaint? HR?"

He laughs out loud and, oh my God, that laugh. I swear it just got me hornier for this man.

"How about this? Is that helpful?" He raises my body with great care and tremendous skill, without ever taking himself from inside me, positioning himself sitting under me. He holds my thighs, pumping my hips up and down, like I weigh nothing.

I grip on to his shoulders and let him lead. My whole body bobs up and down and I clench down hard on his cock every time he fills me to the hilt. "So. Not. Helpful."

"Okay," he replies breathlessly. "This shall be my final attempt then."

He pulls me by the nape of my neck, bringing my ear to his mouth. "Clench that tight little pussy again for me, April." My pussy obeys of her own accord. "Yes, baby girl. Like that. Now rub that clit all over my cock."

He curses quietly as I comply with every order. "Yes, baby. Moan for me. Let me hear you. Louder." He fists my hair tighter and my pussy tightens, too. "Wake up the whole fucking floor."

I'm close. Too close.

"Come for me now because I'm this close to exploding inside that perfect little pussy of yours and I want you to milk me dry when I do. So come for me, baby, because I'm ready to come for you. Come, April."

And that's how I come on demand for Liam, rubbing my sobbing pussy all over him, obeying his every command.

My throat is hoarse, my body is limp, but my pussy is still fluttering around him. Liam holds me in place as he empties himself inside me with the sexiest sound a man has ever made in my vicinity. He holds my hips so tight that I wonder if I'll have fingerprint bruises tomorrow. Secretly, I hope I do.

What a night.

"Shall I tell you a dying puppy story to take that smile off your face so I can kiss you some more?"

I laugh out loud and pretend to chastise him with an insincere "Liam!" and a poke.

That poke unwittingly entered me in a jiu jitsu tournament and the man flips me on my back in one swift move. Where did that come from? Enough with the surprises, please.

Before he can suffocate me with his weight, he whispers so very low I might be kidding myself, but I think he says, "You're fucking perfect."