I looked at him as if he were crazy, but Liam just laughed, shrugging his shoulders as if to say oh well, and drink it down in one gulp himself. I laid my head back just in time to squirm like mad when the unmistakable feeling of maple syrup dribbled down the exposed skin of the crease of my leg. I peered down my body and saw Liam holding the bottle of maple syrup a few inches above my stomach, the sticky, viscous fluid slowly sliding down along the pulled back edge of my underwear.
I swallowed hard. There was nothing but the feeling of the syrup moving across my skin, Liam's warm breath nearby, and his content sigh as he tugged at the underwear, pulling it down even more. Propping myself up on my elbows to watch, my heart skipped as the honeyed amber color syrup slid out of sight, underneath my underwear, as Liam pulled it away from my skin. The tiny drop kept slipping down, and I shivered even more.
The silence between us and the look in Liam's eyes as he watched my face was intoxicatingly erotic. I held my breath when he finally pulled my underwear down to mid-thigh, exposing me, but leaving me unable to move of my own accord.
Drip. Drip. More light traces of syrup were slowly dripped over my skin, and I finally laid my head back, squirming so much from the anticipation of him finally doing what he came here to do. Liam took another sip of the bourbon, and swallowing it, leaned in, inhaling the sugary sweetness.
I felt his fingers rubbing the crease of my thighs from the outside in, coming dangerously close to prying my folds open. God, his breath was nearly enough to send me over the edge!
Trying desperately to calm my breathing, I closed my eyes and waited. And waited.
I gasped loudly. The very tip of Liam's tongue followed a trail of sugary sweetness, licking it all off of my mound, his tongue delving into my slit with precision, careful not to touch my clit just yet. I bucked against his face, unable to control myself, ready to hump the hell out of his mouth, wishing, begging him. "Please, please."
Despite my cry out of desperation, Liam leaned back, taking another sip of his glass and catching my gaze. "Pardon me, I know I'm not playing fair… I just want to draw this out. You’re so God damn sexy that it hurts, Aly. Forgive me."
And with that, Liam parted my folds just as I hoped he would, his fingers sinking into my aching hole, forcefully stroking my inner walls in a way that made me shake from head to toe.
All thoughts were abandoned, all I knew was that this was the very best thing… The most beautiful, erotic, delicious thing I'd ever felt in my life. I wanted more, so much more.
"Mmm, so sweet," he mumbled against my pussy, lapping up the sweetness from both the syrup and myself, carefully. I cried out, moaning louder and louder the closer his tongue got to my swollen bud. Each time he traced his tongue around my clit, I thought he would finally send me over the edge, but he kept pulling back, teasing me.
It was the most amazing frustration.
"Say it, Al. Tell me what you want, baby."
How was I supposed to form words at a time like this? "I-I-I want—I want you to lick—ugh."
"Oh yeah? What do you want me to lick? Right here?" he asked, trailing his tongue down the apex of my thigh, moving further away.
I quickly shook my head. "How about here?" he murmured against my navel as he brought his head back up, dipping his tongue into my bellybutton.
I shook my head again faster this time. God, if he didn't hurry up… I was going to burst from agony!
"Oh, maybe…"
Stars bright as giant balls of fire blazed behind my eyelids as I screwed my eyes shut from pleasure when Liam shoved his fingers deep inside my pussy and his mouth finally enveloped my clit, his tongue laying flat against it, lapping at it over and over, circling it, darting out at it, flicking against it until I fell apart in a million pieces slowly, sure I was not even attached to my body any longer.
I didn't care what kind of noise I made, I didn't care that my feet were pounding the ground on either side of Liam's body, and I damn sure didn't care that I nearly suffocated him, holding his face firmly between my thighs as I rubbed my mound up against his mouth, never wanting him to stop, praying that he would lick me into absolute oblivion. I'd be totally cool with dying this way.
I finally fell back, unsure of when he’d even stopped, when his face had appeared by my side, the most satisfied grin on his face yet. My body was like jelly, and I couldn't get up if I even tried.
There were so many things I wanted to say, but my mouth was dry, and as if on cue, Liam handed me a glass full of freshly poured bourbon.
Once we were cuddled up in bed together, me still trying to catch my breath from the insane job Liam had just done on me, I ran my hand along his chest. "Tell me more about what it was like when you were playing tennis." I found myself thirsting to know more about Liam. If he could know my most private things, the least I could do was ask him about his life…
Liam's fingers found a strand of my highlights and twirled it around unconsciously. "I used to think it was the only thing I was any good at. A lot of my friends were more into the rougher contact sports, but I saw something different, felt something different every time I stepped out onto the court. This kind of, I don't know, adrenaline buzzing around my head… I became addicted. All I wanted to do was be the best. And I was, for a while there anyway."
He recalled his favorite moments over the years, how he nearly won his very first match, how he was beside himself when the Queen of England ended up at one of his Wimbledon matches, why he always felt like the black sheep of the family. "Jackson was the guy to follow in Dad's footsteps, there was never any question about it. But my Mom never pushed me to be like anyone but myself."
I let his words lull me into near-sleep, so relaxed and blissful. Whether it was just the afterglow or what, I wasn't sure, but I knew I'd hate when it ended.
After a few more minutes of quiet, Liam gently rolled me off his chest and looked down at me. "Would you want to play?"
I lifted a brow at him. "Play?"
"Yeah. Tennis, I mean." He looked at me as though it were obvious.
"In the snow? It's freezing outside, not to mention I don't think I packed a tennis skirt," I replied sarcastically, grinning.
"No, inside. We've got an inside tennis court connected to the game room."
Chuckling to myself because how could I not, I held my hand to my mouth, hiding my smile. "Of course you do."
I hated having to separate even if only to get dressed in my room, but I met Liam outside in the lavish indoor tennis court, looking over the professional tennis ball machine.
Guiding my form for the first few strokes, Liam showed me how to hold the tennis racket for both my backhand and forehand strokes, pleased when I finally hit the first ball that was launched in my direction. I squealed with delight as it sailed just over the tennis court net and rolled up to his feet.
"I win!" I shouted, laughing as he shook his head across the way. "No, I totally do!"
Being Liam, he had to get me back for me winning the race down the slope earlier, and proceeded to kick my sorry butt, each ball he whipped my way nearly taking off a limb as I hurried out of
the way.
He let me win. A few times, in fact, but only because each time I won I blew him a kiss and winked at him, I was sure. My face was red from exertion when Mom and Randy walked in, watching us and laughing along as well.
I nearly collapsed after one desperate dive to hit the tennis ball back his way, and missing it, shrieked indignantly, sticking out my tongue at Liam when he looked my way again.
"I believe I'm the winner," he declared, walking over to where Randy and Mom were standing outside.
"Hardly fair. My trainer was completely biased. I need more practice," I said, smiling.
"You can say that again," he teased, giving me a wink once Mom and Randy turned toward the sound of Sage peeking her head inside the cavernous space.
Feeling as though I had sweat out any bit of energy I may have possessed earlier, I trudged back into the main living room, pulling my hair into a messy bun on top of my head.
"I'm going to hit the showers," Liam announced, his eyes staying on me for a moment longer than necessary. "Aly worked me over pretty good."
"I'm pretty sure I'm the one who got worked over good," I replied, sneaking my best sexy grin at Liam when no one was looking.
He narrowed his eyes at me, gave a nearly imperceptible shake of his head, and headed upstairs. I watched his fine ass move inside the shorts he had put on, enjoying the view.
A hand clapped me hard on the shoulder, nearly scaring the daylights out of me, and I jumped, my eyes wide.
"I haven't seen Liam touch a racket since the injury, Aly. Thank you for whatever you did to him. Thank you… I don't know how you did it, but thank you," Randy said, sounding sincere. He turned to my mom, who was looking at me funny, and continued, "Gosh, it would be great for him to train again and get back on the court to compete. Did I show you any of his awards? He's played at all the Grand Slams tournaments, the World Open, hell, even Wimbledon! So many matches, and he won almost all of them… Well, anyway…"