“Fucking take me, Liam,” she said. “Fuck me like you did before.”
Well, who was I to say no to a request like that?
I lifted her up by the ass and carried her to the nearest room.
“No, the one down the hall.”
“Which one?” I said, still squeezing her ass. “You’ve got too many fucking rooms in this place!”
“That one!”
I had no idea which one she pointed at. I could take a guess at it, and that’s exactly what I did, going for the one directly facing us. If it wound up being the wrong one, well, so long as we avoided Charlotte’s room, which we most certainly were, I didn’t give a fuck what else happened. I was here to claim Kelly, and I didn’t care if I did that in her bedroom, on a weightlifting bench, in a garage, or on her fucking dog’s bed. I had waited too long to take her a second time, and I wasn’t going to let something as insignificant as where stop me from getting it on.
I seemed to have picked wisely. We crashed into the sheets, my hips found hers, and now words would no longer suffice—we could only speak moans and grunts.
“Oh, fuck, Liam.”
And that, too. I fucking loved hearing my name like that.
I hadn’t forgotten anything from years before, either. I knew what would work best.
And it started with making sure Kelly came first.
I pinned her hands behind her head and kissed all over her neck, nibbling and biting, testing the boundaries of what I could get away with. Kelly kept whimpering under me, but until I heard her say “ow” or “stop,” I knew from last time—yes, I could still recall this part of it—that she’d want me to keep going.
When I’d had enough of that, I let her sit up, but only long enough for me to rip her shirt off and unclasp her bra. I shoved her back to the bed. I think she understood the rules well enough—let Liam do what he wants, and good things happen. I suckled on her breasts, nibbled on them, and moved my way all across her torso.
By the time I got to her pants, there was no holding back. I might have been willing to do some slowplay when clothes were on, but now that I’d had the chance to play with her breasts, the full ferocity of Liam was coming out. I yanked her pants down, tossed them to the side, shuffled her body over, and went to town on her pussy.
And let me tell you, I never stopped. I never paused to catch my breath. Her pussy was something that I could not get close enough to, could not lick enough, could not pleasure enough. She begged me to slow down, telling me it was too much, but I knew better. Had I slowed down, she would have called me crazy.
And in case, it was dom time.
I put my hand on her belly and pushed her down so she could not come up. Her hips were locked into place by my weight, and I did not stop until…well, actually, no, even when her first orgasm hit, I kept working. It took her bucking her hips and slamming me in the nose for me to stop.
“Jesus,” she said. “How did you get even better?”
I didn’t answer her. I was too busy taking my own clothes off.
“Fuck me, Liam,” she said.
She’d meant it as a sort of throwaway comment; “holy hell, Liam,” would have meant the same thing. But I was more than happy to take the order.
“Your wish is my command,” I said. “And now I’m going to fuck you just like I ate you out—better than you’ve ever had.”
I crawled up her body, following the trail of bite marks and kisses that I’d left on her going down to her pussy. I positioned my cock just outside the edge of her pussy and took her with my mouth. For just the briefest of moments, just as I could feel my tip brush against her clit, a thought came to mind.
Fucking a client.
Just like Scott.
But I really did not give a shit. I was so caught up in the moment that it wasn’t like I had a long internal monologue about if this was the wisest course of action or not. I just fucking ignored it—I was pretty damn good at suppressing thoughts when I wanted to, anyway.
I slid inside her, and all thoughts, period, stopped.
“Oh, fuck, Liam,” she said.
“Jesus, so tight.”
I put my hand on her collarbone, sat up, and absolutely fucking drilled her. I loved seeing her eyes go wide, almost like they’d roll to the back of her head in ecstasy at any moment. I loved seeing her body turn red from the rush of pleasure.
I moved my hand to her neck. I let off for just a second, just to make sure I wasn’t triggering anything. She grabbed my arm and pulled me in closer, and I took full advantage of it. Apparently, Kelly loved being choked.
Or, perhaps, this was her first time trying it, and she wanted it to be with me. I was game either way.
This wasn’t my first time choking someone during sex, but with Kelly, I had never felt so powerful. I had never felt in such control as right now, probably because I’d gone through a lot of shit to get back here—but I still wound up back here. I still got what I wanted.
I still got Kelly.
I made her orgasm from this position. I had her flip over, just like last time, and
