He gasps as my hands drift lower, my fingers running over the ridge of his hard cock in his tight boxer briefs, and as if he can’t help himself, his hand drifts too, stroking between my thighs.
“You’re so wet for me,” he groans. “You’re always so wet, such a good girl—”
“You’re hard for me,” I murmur against his mouth. “So fucking hard. Liam, please let me—”
He closes his eyes, sucking in a breath. I can feel his cock twitching under my hand, his hips tensing with the effort of not thrusting into my palm. “I’m not going to fuck you, Ana. Not yet. I said—”
“I know what you said. I won’t ask for it until you feel like you’re ready—we’reready,” I promise, looking up at him. “But I still want you, Liam. Please let me.”
He knows what I’m asking him. “Just your hand,” he rasps out, his body shuddering with barely restrained need. “Fuck, Ana, how do you turn me on so much—I can’t stand it—”
His mouth crashes down on mine again as I slide my hand inside, my fingers trailing over his hot, straining, naked flesh as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth, biting softly at the edge of it. “God, even your hand feels so fucking good—” He presses his forehead against mine, his hips jerking as I wrap my hand around him, pushing down his briefs so that I can take him fully into my hands, my thumb rubbing over the wet tip as I grip him at the root with my other.
“Ana!” He cries out my name, his hands squeezing my hips as he starts to pant, while I stroke him with both hands, sliding them all the way up and down again, so that every inch of his thick, rigid cock is touched, stroked, pleasured. “Ana, god, I can’t stand it, I can’t—”
I feel a sudden, unexpected rush of power at that, at holding his throbbing cock in my hands and hearing him cry out for me, tell me how good it feels. My own panties are soaked, my clit pulsing with need, but all I want is to touch him, to make him come.
“I need your mouth,” he gasps out. “Fuck, Ana, please—I need it. I need—”
I don’t have to be asked twice. I fall to my knees, one hand on his thigh as I look up at him and guide his swollen cock to my lips. The expression on his face is like nothing I’ve ever seen before, full of such tortured need that I feel like I could almost come just from the sight of it, just from taking him in my mouth, feeling him fill it as he groans with a sound that seems to come from the very depths of his soul.
“God, oh fuck, that’s so fucking good—” He gasps the words, stumbling over them as I slide my lips down his cock, rubbing my tongue down the length of him as I slide my other hand up his thigh, between his legs, cupping and stroking his balls as I suck him all the way down to the base, taking him as deeply into my throat as I can.
“I’m not going to last long,” Liam gasps, and I feel his hips jerk, shoving himself deeper, his fingers tangling in my hair. “You’re so good at that,fuck, your mouth—Ana!”
Hearing him cry out my name in pleasure is like a drug, like the best fucking feeling I’ve ever had electrifying my every nerve, sweeping over me. I grip his cock, sucking harder, looking up at him and savoring every flicker of pleasure that rushes across his face. His hand is gripping my hair now, harder, his muscles trembling as he forces himself not to fuck my face, letting me go at my own speed.
“You’re such a good girl, Ana, on your knees for me,fuck, fuck—” He growls the last words, his other hand clenched at his side, the muscles of his abdomen flexed as he shudders. I slide up again, licking away the pre-cum from his head and moaning as I do, letting him feel the vibrations against his straining, over-sensitive skin. I swirl my tongue around it, sucking just the head until he cries out. I feel his cock harden even more, throbbing on the precipice. Then I look up at him, holding his gaze with mine as I slide down, letting him watch as every last inch of his cock disappears down my throat.
I stick my tongue out as I choke on it, running my tongue over his balls as I grip his thighs, and that’s the instant that he loses control.
“I’m going to come, Ana, I’m—oh god, oh fuck oh fuuuuck!”He cries out the last, his entire body shuddering as I feel him tense, and the first hot rush of his cum spills over my tongue as I tighten my lips around him, sucking harder than ever as he thrusts into my mouth.
“Oh god, swallow my cum, Ana, please, please, fuuuck—” His hand grips my hair, his hips jerking, shuddering, his entire body almost twisting with the pleasure of it. I can hear him groaning my name over and over as he fills my mouth with his cum. I swallow convulsively, wanting every drop, to keep tasting him, sucking him, pleasuring him the way he’s done for me until there’s no more.
I wait until there’s nothing left, until he’s trembling not just with pleasure but because it’s too much. Then I slowly slide my lips up his softening cock, licking away the last drops of his cum before tucking him back into his boxer briefs, still kneeling there looking up at him.
“Christ, Ana.” He swears softly under his breath, reaching down to grasp my upper arms and pull me to my feet. I gasp when he pulls me forward, lightly kissing my lips, and I feel the shiver that goes through him as he does.
I can feel what happened in Paris fading, and it never feels further away than right now, standing in Liam’s living room with the sun shining in and the promise of a new day ahead of us. All of those terrible things feel like they can’t be here, not with his arms around me and his lips on mine, the taste of him still on my tongue.
“I have meetings today,” he says, finally pulling away. “But you can make it to your appointment, right? You have one with Dr. Thomas this afternoon.”
“I know. I’ll go. You don’t have to worry.” I give him a smile, even though I can feel my stomach knotting at the thought.
I haven’t been to a doctor to have my feet and the other healed injuries from Franco checked out in a long time, and of course, no one has looked at me since Alexei. I’m afraid of what they’ll tell me—although how it can be worse thanyou’ll never dance again,I’m not sure. It just feels terrifying, but I’d promised Liam I would go. And for the first time in a long time, more than just to please him, I want to do it for myself, too.
Iwantto get better. After Franco, and especially after being kidnapped in Russia, I hadn’t been able to see a way forward. I’d thought everything was over, and in some ways, it still feels like it is. I don’t know who I’ll be, exactly, if I’m not a ballerina, but for the first time in a while, I want to find out.
Liam kisses me once more, lightly, and then slides past me, disappearing into his room. I watch him go, wrapping my arms around my waist.
I know that not much time has passed. I know that I have a long way to go, thatwedo. But I want this. I want him. I want a better future than what I’d seen in Paris with Alexandre.
Maybe, with help, I can find a way to hold onto what I needed from what happened to me there and appreciate it, and still move forward without him. Maybe I can learn to separate the good from the bad, accept it, and move on. For myself, for Liam—and for what we could have together.
I feel lighter than I have in a while as I go back to my own room, showering and dressing in the floral sundress he’d bought for me, leaving my hair to air dry as I poke around the kitchen for breakfast. I see Liam’s face brighten when he walks out, dressed for the day in black fitted pants and a blue button-up with the sleeves rolled above his elbows. It feels almost homey, domestic as he walks into the kitchen and lightly kisses the top of my head as I push a plate with a bagel and fruit towards him.
“I could get used to this,” he murmurs. “This is the best morning I’ve had in a long time.”