So this is what it feels like to be with a Man - one with a capital M. I’m not a virgin, or some clueless inexperienced girl… But I’ve never met a man like Liam - he is the kind of man a woman dreams of, perfect in every sense of the word. It’s not only his body that draws me in, that’s only a small fraction of his allure. It’s who he is - he breathes in power and exhales dominance. And that drives me out of control, in a way I never thought would be possible.
I open my mouth to speak, but I close it before any word can form. I can’t speak and I can’t even think… Ask me my name right now, I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to answer. I’m high, his body on me the most perfect drug I have ever found.
“I want you to come for me,” he tells me against my ear, stopping his thrusts for a long second. “And you’re going to do it when I tell you to.”
Is that even possible? Somehow, his words leave no room for doubt. Not only is it possible as he won’t let it happen any other way. I will come when he tells me to - not before, not after.
His body rocks against mine at a steady rhythm, anticipation making my heart pound hard. With each thrust of his, he goes harder - soon enough, he’s pounding me again as if tomorrow would never come. I feel on the verge of collapsing, all of my limbs with barely any strength left. Leaning forward, I grip the edge of the table harder now, so hard that my knuckles have turned white, my quivering moans quickly turning into an howl of pleasure.
“I…” He whispers, his lips less than an inch away from my neck. “Want…” He thrusts as hard as he can, his shaft piercing me viciously. “You…” His fingers go to my hair, and he curls them around the roots of stray locks. “To…” Yanking my head back, he thrusts once more, his fingers still tightly pressed over my clit. “Come.”
He commands, I obey. The moment he tells me to come, it’s as if something bursts inside of me, a blinding explosion of ecstasy obliterating my mind. My knees are buckling, but he laces my waist with one arm and keeps me in place, my pussy feeling as tight as it has ever been.
I’m shaking, my body succumbing to something so intense I never thought it to be possible. Breathing hard, I slowly open my eyes, trying to reel from the intensity of it all. But I made a mistake - I thought he was over.
He isn’t.
The moment my body stops convulsing, he yanks harder on my hair and starts to thrust violently. I don’t even moan anymore - I just let one shrill scream fill the room as waves of pleasure threaten to engulf me. I can’t believe this is happening, but I’m about to come again, just seconds after my last orgasm.
“Come, Cara… Come for me,” he tells me, his thrusts scorching all of my senses. Reacting on instinct alone, I take one arm behind my back and lay my hand over his waist, pulling him in.
“I want you to come too,” I say, my body eager to feel his seed inside of me. From my position I can’t see him, but I can almost feel the grin on his lips. His thrusts grow wild and savage, his cock starting to spasm violently against my inner walls. I feel him exhale sharply against my neck and, in that very moment, he starts to come. That’s all it takes to send me into oblivion again - the moment he starts to shoot his cum inside of me, a chain reaction goes off and my body trembles and twitches in a feverish state.
Still holding me by the waist, he holds still as his cock gushes all of his load inside of me. Endorphins numbing all of my muscles, a shiver still goes up my spine as I feel his cum dripping down my legs. As he pulls out I almost collapse to the floor - instead, I turn on my heels, opening my eyes so that I can stare into his.
He’s looking at me with his lips slightly parted, almost as if he’s wondering what the hell just happened. I’m asking the same question myself but, right now, I don’t want any answers. I just want to remain in silence, my eyes on his as if the world outside doesn’t exist.
Liam
“Everything is in order. I just need for you to review the contracts, and then I can…”
I have no fucking clue what Connor is going on about. I know I should. It’s my business we’re discussing here. I need to have my head in the game. But the only place my head has been all day is right between Cara’s sexy little legs. Figuratively speaking.
Fuck, she’s so damn hot. Last night was amazing. Not just the sex. Though I’m not sure sex has ever been as good as it was with her. Like, ever.
But it was more than that. I had a really good time with her. On every level. I could have spent the whole night just being there with her, even if we didn’t fuck. Not that I don’t want to fuck her every chance I can possibly get.
And that’s part of the problem. I’m the epitome of love ‘em and leave ‘em, yet all I can think about is seeing Cara again. And that’s dangerous.
“Dude, are you even listening to me? What the fuck?”
Connor’s irritated voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I scrape a hand over my face.
“I’m sorry, man.”
“What’s going on with you? You’re always one-hundred-percent on your game. But today you look like you haven’t heard a single word I’ve said.” Connor gives me an incredulous look like a little comic strip caption saying ‘WTF’ should be hovering over his head.
I know the look well. He’s given it to me plenty of times when telling me exactly what he thinks of my playboy lifestyle. You’d think the guy who’s been my best friend for most of my life was my shrink instead of my most trusted attorney.
“What’s up with you today?” he asks, folding his arms across his chest.
I blow out a breath and rake my hands through my hair. Then I lean forward, elbows on my desk, and brace for what’s sure to follow.
“There’s this girl…”
Connor doesn’t disappoint. He rocks back in his chair, his eyes round, then lets out a whooping laugh that has me cringing.
“No shit,” he says when he finally gets his laughter under control. “You’re distracted over a girl? No, no. Distracted doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He gives me a taunting grin. “You’re fucking mooning.”