LVII: Bent Over a Desk and Railed While You Smacked My Ass
Liam and Blake
Liam
Liam could have made out with Blake for hours, even with his raging hard-on—kissing her was just that incredible—but he wanted to show her he could do this.
As soon as Blake started grabbing at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through his shirt, he broke the kiss and raised two fingers to his mouth, wetting them, then lowering them between Blake's legs.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, nails clawing at him even harder. She was soaked, and his fingers slid inside her with little resistance, parting her dripping folds.
Thanks to watching some of Blake's shows, Liam knew how roughly Blake would finger herself, and thanks to Tasha and the others' explicit instructions, and their insistence on giving him a quick manicure before he'd left, Liam knew exactly what to do.
He curled his two fingers inside of Blake, pressing hard against the bundle of nerves just inside her opening. Blake moaned against him. That was nothing new, though.
Using both hands, Liam lifted Blake off the desk. She gasped and clutched at him.
He held her against him but let most of her weight fall on the hand between her legs. He cupped her there, heel of his hand against her clit, and shivered as Blake moaned and squirmed against him, Legs wrapping around his hips.
Liam was gentle for about five seconds. Then he pulled up, pressing the heel of his hand hard against Blake's clit as the fingers inside her pressed down on her G-spot.
The moan that slipped from Blake's lips was raw, and guttural. It somehow made him even harder, trapped as he was against her stomach, leaking precum onto her abs.
Liam gasped as Blake bit down on his shoulder. He didn't let up, though. He continued the pulling motion, making sure it was just circular enough to tease her clit as well.
When he felt her teeth digging into his skin, Liam shifted his free hand from clutching Blake's waist, to her ass. With her legs wrapped around him, she was doing most of the work in holding herself up now, so he could do something else he'd planned on.
Liam grabbed Blake's ass and squeezed hard, earning a satisfying moan from his girlfriend. Then he let go and brought his hand back in a hard smack.
His eyes went wide as Blake's walls clenched around his fingers, her moan raw and animalistic against him. He nearly spanked her again, but hesitated.
Is she cumming already?
It felt like it.
And she likes it when I overwhelm her.
Liam smacked Blake's ass again. Harder this time.
Blake moaned again, clutching at him.
He smacked her again, then nipped at her earlobe.
"Green?"
Blake made something between a moan and an affirmative sound, then managed to moan, "Green. More. Please."
Liam's body flushed with heat, and he smacked her ass again, continuing to finger her. It was hard to keep up both motions, but he did it.
After a while, though, Blake's nails digging into his skin almost painfully, legs trembling as they locked around him, Liam started to get worried. He was just about to ask if he should stop, when Blake moaned, breath ragged, "Yellow. Yellow. Need a minute."
Liam slowed, then stopped, not wanting to be too abrupt, but after a few seconds, his fingers stilled inside Blake. Then he slipped them free and held Blake under her thigh. For a minute, Liam stood holding her as she rested her head in the crook of his neck, heart pounding against his. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, but they twitched and quivered.
Liam found he was painfully aware of just how hard he was, and how close his cock was to Blake's dripping pussy.
Blake's breathing slowed, and she gripped his shoulders tight as she unhooked her legs from his middle. Liam helped lower her to her feet, and she steadied herself against one of the desks.
As he gazed at Blake, drinking her in, Liam couldn't help but feel in awe, and more than a little satisfied. Blake's face and neck were flushed, a few thin strands of hair stuck to her face, and her chest seemed bigger than usual as it rose and fell with heavy breaths. Just the sight of her toned, smooth legs made Liam want to touch and kiss them, and the shining mess between them made him grin.
All that, and we haven't even had sex yet.
"What?"
Liam blinked, and found Blake gazing up at him, eyes still a little glazed as she peered up at him. His cheeks grew hot, but he found his grin broadening, and he glanced pointedly between her legs.
"You really like having your ass smacked, I guess."
Blake's eyes widened for a moment. Then she looked down at herself, and her cheeks were bright red when she looked back at him.
"Oh. Right. You knew that, though."
"I don't think I realized
how
much you liked it."
Blake bit her lip for a moment as she gazed at him, shifting her hips back and forth. Liam's cock twitched at the sight.
So, fucking hard.
The movement apparently caught Blake's attention, as she glanced down, then grinned when she met his eyes again.
"I do. But most of that was from you being so rough with me."
Liam swallowed, "Really?"
Blake nodded, "Yeah."
"Do you want to keep going, then?"
Blake raised an eyebrow, smirking as she gave his cock a pointed glance, "Looks like you do."
Liam scrubbed a hand through his hair—not the one still wet with Blake's juices, "I know, but I didn't know if you needed to rest or something."
Blake smiled, pushing herself up from the desk. She closed the distance between them and clutched at his shirt as she gazed up at him.
"That's what I was doing. I'm done now."
She raised a hand to his clavicle, then pressed her fingertips against his skin before dragging them down over his shirt, "How do you want me?"
Fuck.
It took Liam a moment before he could speak.
"Do you still want me to smack your ass?"
Blake bit her lip and grinned at him.
"Just make sure you cum in my mouth."
***
Blake
Blake gasped as Liam grabbed her hips and spun her around, then pushed down on her back while pulling her hips toward him.
Oh, fuck, yes.
Bent over, Blake gripped the top of the desk and spread her legs for Liam. He ran his fingers over her pussy again—not that he needed to; she couldn't think of a time she hadn't been wet around him—then grabbed her ass, digging his fingers into her firm, round flesh.
Blake moaned, then gasped when his hand came down with a sharp smack. Her brain was already hazy from how he'd smacked and fingered her, but now a fog rapidly started to fill her head. Liam smacked her ass again, gripping the other cheek hard, and Blake moaned as his cock spread her tight folds.
"Oh, fuck!"
Blake clapped a hand over her mouth as soon as she realized what she'd done. Just because the building seemed empty didn't mean she could be as loud as she was during her shows. The room and halls echoed easily, and she didn't want an audience for this.
The thought of apologizing popped into her head for about half a second before Liam's cock filling her completely and his hand smacking her ass obliterated that and any other extraneous thoughts. Blake's mind continued to fog over, fingers digging into the desk as Liam fucked her hard.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, yesss!
She barely had the presence of mind to stuff some of her shirt between her teeth to help her keep quiet. It uncovered her breasts—she rarely wore a bra during the winter with how many layers she had to have on to keep her warm—making her nipples drag against the desk, but she didn't care. It just made it hotter. Her muffled moans still filled the room, punctuated by the alternating slaps of Liam's hips and hand against her ass. His free hand moved from her ass to the curve of her hip, fingers digging in and lighting Blake on fire.
Between the wonderful warmth Liam always brought to life inside her, the fog in her head, and the way his touch lit her on fire, Blake soon found herself starting to float. She realized it in time to snap out of it, then wondered why she'd done that.
Liam's already choked me.
She needed to be safe when she went into subspace though, and this was a public space.
But Liam's here. He'll keep me safe.
She trusted him.
Blake gave herself over to Liam, to all the wonderful things he made her feel, and once again, found herself floating.
