“Liam, please, don’t stop, baby,” I cried as I bucked against him.
“Never, luv, never,” he whispered in my ear. “Your pussy is like heaven, how could I ever stop fucking you?”
His cock throbbed hotly inside me, his pace quickening as he fucked into me over and over, his thrusts harder and faster as he began pounding into me. My pussy gripped around him, rhythmically pulsing against him with each thrust, our bodies rocking together with one mission, one goal, one common purpose.
I cried out, my head lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, his cock hammering into me. Our bodies melted together, the two of us lost in a tangling of tongues and hands and limbs. Deeper and deeper, his cock drilled into my pussy, faster and harder, until our bodies were working together like a perfectly oiled machine, the pleasure and the pain mixing together into one ecstatic release as we crashed over the edge. Shuddering, he stiffened, his cock swelling inside of me as we came together, our cries echoing through the room as we lost ourselves in the blissful magic.
Breathless, he pulled away and lay beside me, pulling me in close to his side.
“That was —,” I began.
“Shhh!” he said, lowering his lips to mine. “I’m not finished…”
Chapter 20
LIAM
Shaggin’ Catherine was fucking amazing. I couldn’t get enough of her. Except that she’d fallen asleep not long after the third time and now I was ready for more. I untangled myself from her slumbering body, and looked down at her, and what a sight she was. Moonlight threw shadows over her body as she lay spread out on the bed like a fuckin’ beautiful angel.
Everything about Catherine was different than the chicks I was used to waking up next to. She was a woman. She was sure of herself and strong. I was shocked she was allowing me to put my cock anywhere near her, in fact. I didn’t deserve a woman like this in my life. She didn’t deserve a disaster like me in hers.
But here we were. And there she was lying there like a fuckin’ beautiful painting. She looked almost as good as she’d felt, and as I stood over her, watching her sleeping so peacefully, I knew I’d want to remember this moment forever. I took a mental picture, then remembered that damned cell phone that Ian forced me to carry had a camera on it. A real picture would be even better.
I dug through my jeans for my phone, but couldn’t find it. I walked out into the living room of the suite and spotted Catherine’s purse lying on the table, her phone falling out of it. Mine was nowhere in sight, so I grabbed hers to take a picture of her. I’d have her send it to me later.
I walked back into the bedroom, and couldn’t help but smile down at her. She was out like a light, but who could blame her? I’d fucked her so hard, she definitely needed time to recover. God, it had been so fuckin’ good to sink into her, finally, to feel her squirming under my touch. But, more than the physical intensity, more than the fact that our bodies fit together like gloves, it felt good just to be near her, to talk to her. There was so much more to it than fucking, and it’d been a long time since my relationship with a woman was more than fucking. Not since Ally. And that was so long ago.
I pushed thoughts of Ally away, and focused on the beauty that lay sprawled out before me. My cock hardened as I watched her beautiful breasts rise and fall with her steady breathing. I pulled up the camera on her phone and focused in on her and snapped the picture. I took a few more, and then stopped to flip through them.
God, she was so fuckin’ beautiful, I couldn’t wait till she woke up and we could start all over again. We still had a few hours before we had to be back on the bus, and I was sure I could fuck her at least three more times before then. If only she’d wake up. Each time tonight had felt better than the last. I felt like we were really getting to know each other, and it felt good to be with someone that I knew I’d see again. In fact, it felt good to be with someone I trusted and liked enough to be able to let go and be myself for a little while, forget the ridiculous public persona I’d invented.
I froze when I flipped too far, sliding past the pictures I’d taken of her. There was a picture on her phone that was taken from far away, but the setting was unmistakable. I zoomed in on the picture and my heart sank.
The hospital. The park. The little boy I’d been reading to next to the pond. I couldn’t believe my bloody eyes!
Had she followed me? I’d told her there was no press allowed, and yet there was no other explanation. The picture was proof. She’d betrayed me.
For fuck’s sake, though, I thought, what did I expect? She’s a fuckin’ reporter. Of course, she’d betray me. I was a bloody fuckin’ idiot for trusting her in the first place!
I deleted the pictures I took of her, and put her phone back in her purse. I felt like an asshole. I’d slipped, and that’s what I got for it. That’s what I got for thinking anyone would be interested in me for me. She only wanted a good story. She didn’t give a shit about my privacy.
I cursed myself as I threw on my jeans. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen, and sat on the couch, leaving sleeping beauty in the bedroom.
There was only one person in the whole fuckin’ world I could trust, and I’d do damned well to remember that. Not Ian, not Matt, not Rhys or Rocket or Slade, and certainly not Catherine. That person was me.
I poured the whiskey down my throat and laid down on the couch. My eyes closed just as I vowed to myself to never slip up again.
It doesn’t matter that I was beginning to like her. It doesn’t matter that every time I see her my cock stands at attention. It didn’t matter that she was the most beautiful fuckin’ woman I’d ever seen, either.
I was always going to be me, and because of that, getting close to someone was out of the bloody question.
Chapter 21
CATHERINE
Darkness greeted me when I opened my eyes. I reached out for Liam, but he wasn’t there. Wrapping the sheet around me, I padded out to the living room and saw him fast asleep on the couch. To my disappointment, I saw he’d put his jeans on. I wasn’t done with him, not by a long shot, and I wanted those jeans back in a pile on floor.
Smiling, I dropped the sheet and crawled up his body, kissing his stomach, his chest, his neck, until he stirred. His arms wrapped around me and I trailed kisses along his jawline. His cock swelled against my hip, the sweetest invitation ever. Slowly, I made my way back down, unbuttoning the top button of his Levi’s and then pulling down firmly, the rest giving way in a satisfying chorus of pop’s.
And then, the real gift.
The real masterpiece.
Liam’s hard cock was divine. My hands gripped his shaft firmly and I brought my mouth down over him. He groaned, his hands finding my head and gently tangling his fingers in my hair as I slid my lips up and down, my tongue twirling around him, my fingers gripping him tightly. He growled, pulling me off of him. He grabbed my arms and pushed me back on the couch, hovering over me as he slid his cock inside of me quickly.
“Ah, for fuck’s sake,” he murmured as he slid inside. “I can’t fucking resist you.”
Waves of electric pleasure washed over me, his cock pounding into me roughly, over and over, hammering into me until I was crying out, his name flying from my lips, echoing through the suite. His lips found mine, silencing me, my screams dying in his mouth. Passionately, he kissed me, fucking into me with savage abandon, his muscles rippling under my hands. My fingers trailed down to his ass, holding onto him, feeling the strength of every thrust, his tight ass tightening and moving under my touch.
I shuddered below him, each powerful thrust pushing him deeper and deeper into me, my pussy quivering with pleasure, my body buzzing with intense hunger. No matter what he did, no matter how hard he slammed into me, no matter how much he gave me, my body begged for more. I pulled him closer, my thighs wrapping around his narrow hips, needing him deeper, closer, needing more of him, all of him.
“Oh, Liam, don’t stop fucking me, baby, please don’t ever stop…” I cried.
/> “Never,” he growled, his cock swelling inside of me. “I could come inside your sweet pussy a million times and never be done, luv.”
His words rippled through me, my pussy pulsing tightly around him, the pleasure ripping through me like a bullet.
“Fuck me,” I hissed, “harder, Liam, I want all of you…” I’d lost all pretense of inhibition. I needed every inch of his cock, I needed everything he had to give me.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered in my ear, his cock pushing into me deeper, “you like my cock, luv?”
“I fucking love it, Liam,” I cried. His hot breath on my ear, followed by the lips that seared my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin and the feel of his cock burrowing deeper and deeper, pushed me into blissful oblivion. My thighs gripped his hips tighter, holding him still inside of me as I crashed over the edge, my pussy spasming around him, my pleasure flowing over his throbbing cock. I whimpered below him, my body flailing wildly as I came.
“That’s it, baby, that’s a good girl, come all over my cock, luv, yes that’s it….” he captured my mouth in his, kissing me deeply as I came in long, slow waves. When I’d relaxed, he began moving again, his cock even harder, even deeper, even bigger as he pounded into me roughly. I looked up at him, his hair swinging around his face, his body moving like a fuck machine inside of me, his face hungry and savage with purpose.
He fucked me hard, like a man starving for release. I opened my thighs, letting him take me, letting him use me to find his own pleasure, hoping the bliss that washed over his face as he exploded inside of me felt as good as he’d made me feel.
He fell on top of me in a sweaty heap and I wrapped my arms around him. His cock still pulsing inside of me, my thighs pulling him close, holding him still and wishing I never, ever had to let him go.