Chapter 19 Liana

James suddenly stopped and looked as if he'd just come up with a genius idea. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he smirked at Liana.

"You've got a look in your eye. What is it?" Liana asked.

Raising a sly eyebrow, James said, "Come with me." He started off toward what looked like a small concession stand, a curious Liana in tow. "You're way too sexy, and I honestly can't wait another minute to touch you. I was going to wait until we get home, but I need to touch you now."

Liana felt as if her throat had suddenly left her body. "Touch me?" she half-squeaked.

"Yes," he confirmed, halting briefly to look her straight in the eye. "I've been so patient all day, Liana, watching you in that tiny little tennis skirt. I was getting so distracted every time I looked at you, thinking I could just slip my fingers under that skirt and sink them into you. I've been dying to make you come. May I?" he added.

"Yes, that — that would — yes," Liana stammered, her core thrumming. "But — where —" He was leading her around the back of the small concession stand building, to a small alley. He looked around wildly, as if trying to find the right spot. He seemed to be in a hurry.

"I thought there would be somewhere…" he muttered, and then suddenly turned down a path. With Liana scrambling behind, he turned again into a little alcove, where a door apparently led to the inside of the concession stand. The alcove hid the door, and James and Liana, from the passersby.

James made a little noise that sounded like victory. "Perfect. No one can see us."

"But isn't there someone in that concession stand?" Liana squeaked. "They'll see us."

"Nah. They closed up shop before my last match. I know because I tried to buy a bottle of water and they were closed. See?" He pushed on the door handle, and the door didn't budge. "It's locked. Nobody can see us here. Okay?" He brushed a strand of hair off her face.

Liana wasn't sure which emotion was stronger: desire for this man or fear of getting caught. She'd never hooked up in a public place before, but… the thought did kind of intrigue her. And this alcove did feel about as private as an outdoor place could get.

"Nobody will see you. I promise," coaxed James. He brought her back gently toward the door and covered her with his body, placing an arm on the door on either side of her face. She drew in a breath, her heart bucking wildly. "Nobody walks near here, and if they do, I'm covering you. I've got you."

And his voice, so soothing, made lust finally win out. "Okay," she breathed.

Before she could finish the word, James's mouth was on hers, his tongue probing. He pushed her against the wall, cupping the back of her head softly while he caged her in with his big body. His other hand explored her back down to the curve of her ass. One muscular thigh urged Liana's legs apart, and he hitched her up so that he held up most of her weight on his thigh.

Blinded by need, Liana wrapped her legs around him, feeling the weight of his erection push into her. This time, he didn't stop her as she rocked her hips, grasping for some sort of friction.

The hand on her ass moved up the side of her thigh to her lower back, his fingers searching. He seemed to hesitate for a second, his mouth freezing on hers. He stilled and pulled back slightly.

"Um, Liana?" he asked.

"Yes?" she panted.

"Um, your skirt… How do I pull this thing down, or get it off or… where's your underwear?"

Suddenly, she understood, and she couldn't help letting out a snort of laughter. "It's a romper."

"A what now?"

"Uh, like, a onesie? You have to pull it down from the top."

"From the top?" He was clearly baffled.

"Yes, like pull these straps off my shoulders." She demonstrated by dragging one strap off of her shoulder.

"It's not a dress?"

Now Liana had to laugh. "You thought I was walking around in a dress that short, a second from flashing everyone all day?"

"No, I thought you were wearing shorts underneath. Like in tennis?"

"Oh," she said. "Yes, I guess sometimes tennis outfits are a dress and shorts. But yeah, this one is all one piece. It looks like a dress, but the shorts underneath it are sewn in."

"Hmm," he considered for a moment. Then, seemingly resolved, he said, "I'll pull it down from the top, then. Don't worry; I'll cover you. No one will see your body, besides me," he added, his eyes hazed with lust. He brought one hand between her legs as he talked, rubbing her over the fabric. She sucked in a breath.

Liana was too distracted by the pounding in her clit to fully process his words. "Okay." She helped him pull the thin black straps of the romper down her shoulders. Her breasts popped free, and James groaned. He thumbed one hardened peak with his thumb, then leaned down to suck the other nipple into his mouth. Liana let out a rough cry. She'd never loved her A cups, but then again, she'd never had a man like James showering affection on them. She clawed her fingernails through his hair as he continued his magic with his mouth and thumb, working her into a frenzy.

He released the nipple in his mouth with a loud pop, moving his mouth to the hollow of her throat as he began sliding the romper down her body with both hands.

"Wait," Liana cried, suddenly jerking out of her lust-filled haze.

James immediately stopped touching her and pulled back, his face full of concern.

"I —" Liana tried to gather her thoughts. She didn't want him to stop; not at all. But she'd just remembered that no one had seen her stomach since her surgery, and it wasn't a pretty sight. The thought that her abdominal scars would disgust James suddenly hit her like a splash of cold water.

James just watched her, waiting for her to collect her thoughts, making no move to touch her.

Finally, Liana said, "I really want you to keep going. It's just — maybe don't look at my stomach? It's ugly. I've got two pretty jagged scars from my stomach surgery. I just —" she hung her head in embarrassment. "I don't want you to see them."

"Hey, hey," James soothed, gently pulling her chin up so she looked him in the eye. "Nothing about you is ugly. I want to see all of you. I want all of you. Including your scars." A tear threatened to slip free from the corner of her eye, and James kissed it. "Nothing about your body could disgust me. Your scars are proof of how much you've survived, how strong you are."

Liana felt a tear glide down her cheek, and James brushed it away with his thumb, never breaking eye contact.

"If you want me to stop, I will," James continued. "But I promise you that some scars aren't going to scare me away."

After a moment, Liana nodded. Gathering her courage, she pulled her romper down to her hips.

James' reaction was immediate: he let out an unmuffled growl of pleasure and kissed her roughly. "You're beautiful, Liana," he said between kisses. He took her hand and put it to his rock-hard erection. "Does this feel to you like I think you're ugly?"

She couldn't deny that he was turned on, and when she cupped him, he let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a howl. "I can't believe you're touching me. I can't believe I get to touch you. You're so beautiful."

Letting her inhibitions fall away, Liana returned his kisses roughly, moving one hand to his hair. Sensing Liana's resolve, James slid Liana's romper down to her thighs. Her thong shortly followed, and then she felt the tip of his finger slip inside her.

"Fuck," James cried again. "So wet for me. So perfect." He pumped his finger slowly in and out, and Liana brought her hand to her mouth to muffle a cry. She was certain nothing had ever felt as good as this man's touch.

"You're perfect, Liana. So fucking beautiful. Everything about you." He added another finger.

She groaned, and he added his thumb to the mix, rubbing her clit softly to start. Then, with her whimpers of encouragement, he added more pressure. Liana bucked wildly, unable to keep kissing him with any sort of technique as she gave in to the pleasure. Stars bloomed behind her eyes when she shut them tight, but he stroked his other thumb over her closed eyelids, murmuring, "Look at me, Liana. I want you to look at me as you come."

He was rubbing her with rough circles now, his finger still pumping in and out, and she was riding his hand wildly, any shame or embarrassment long abandoned. She cried out, pressing her teeth softly to his shoulder to try to stifle her sounds. James seemed as equally turned on, letting out hisses and moans at every sound she made, every buck of her hips.

Liana could feel her orgasm getting closer, and as if James could sense it, his fingers moved faster as his thumb continued to rub her clit relentlessly. Suddenly, he curled his fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot as his eyes regarded her with pure adoration and lust. Liana's release crashed over her. Crying out, she rode out each wave of pleasure as James' fingers continued touching all the right places.

Finally, when the waves subsided, Liana took a deep breath. James pulled his fingers out of her slowly, and then lazily brought them to his mouth. He sucked them, and Liana groaned. "So perfect," James said again.

Liana reached for his erection, desperate to give him the same pleasure he'd just given her, but he stopped her hand at his waistband.

"Today," he said. "I promise. But not now."

Liana's cheeks reddened, and she quickly pulled her hand back, the first tinges of shame falling over her.

"Hey, hey," he said quickly, as if sensing the direction her thoughts had turned. "I want you so badly." He cupped her hand over his hard dick and pumped into her hand once for evidence. "Seriously, I want to fuck you until you can't see straight. And I will as soon as we get home. I promise. Just not here. I need to take my time with you. I can't have our first time be here because once I start, I won't be able to stop. I want to spend hours making you scream my name. I don't want to rush. Okay?" He rubbed soothing circles on the small of her back.

Shutting down the part of her mind that still thought James might not want her, Liana told herself to believe him. He'd given her no reason to doubt his attraction to her.

Liana nodded. "Okay. That looks uncomfortable, though." She gestured at the hardness clearly visible through his pants. "Can't I at least suck it a little?"

"Fuck!" He screamed, then gritted his teeth. "You're making this really fucking difficult, Liana. I want your mouth on my dick so badly. But please, let's get home first?"

"Okay."

He exhaled. "Just — give me a minute." He leaned one arm against the wall and looked down at the ground, clearly trying to get himself under control as Liana slid her clothes back on. Liana couldn't help but feel a touch of amazement that she made this man — this sexy, beautiful, kind man — as affected as he clearly was.

After a long moment and several deep breaths, James appeared to have gathered himself again. "That was amazing," he said, kissing her temple. "Thanks for letting me do that. I really wanted to since the second I saw you in those bleachers."

"I should be the one thanking you," Liana replied. For the best orgasm of my life, somehow, she thought, even though they'd barely started on the things she wanted to do with him.

"Oh, please. I'm the one who is grateful that I get to touch you," said James. He took her hand, and they walked back toward the parking lot. "Seriously, the second we're home, I'm locking us in my room and fucking you until you can't remember your name." She groaned. "We just have to make it home."