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Chapter Three: A Situationship Means Never Having to Say You're Sorry
I woke in the morning, my hip possessively hanging over Liam's leg. He was still asleep, looking messy and soft in the hotel room's faint light. It was strange to see him so... vulnerable. I wanted to kiss him, to rub my whole body against him and then wake him up with my mouth around his cock. Unfortunately, I was too afraid to do such a thing. The night before had been lovely, but it had messed with me a bit. Liam had always been attractive, but out of reach. Aloof. Dickish. Now he was way more approachable, and it wasn't just because he'd been inside me. He'd confided in me about his girlfriend breaking his heart, which only reminded me he had a heart to break. I was a sucker for emotionally unavailable men to start with; I didn't have much hope for myself with Liam. Alexis had been right that I wasn't exactly cut out for this, but I'd never tell her, even when this fragile situationship with Liam was over.
I pulled my leg away carefully and moved off the bed. My shirt was nowhere to be found so I tugged on Liam's, and I was lucky enough to find my panties in a ball under it. My phone said it was early, too early to be up, but I needed coffee, water, a hot shower, a therapist and, most of all, distance. It
was
true casual sex wasn't my thing, and while I didn't necessarily regret the night before, I wasn't sure how to process it all yet. Surely the rest of my list would help me, specifically coffee.
But then Liam shifted in bed. I looked up at the sound and he met my anxious gaze. "So, you're sneaking out, huh?"
"Um."
If the sight of an asleep Liam had wowed me, the look of him tired and rumpled did something else entirely. I even put a hand to my chest in an unconscious effort to keep my heart there.
"That's okay," he said on a stretch. The sheets parted to expose his long naked body and incredibly hard cock. "Just don't freak out for long. I need you to come back and take care of this for me." He put his hand around it and stroked.
All thoughts of leaving simply vanished. I climbed back on the bed, ignoring the voice in my head saying I should be a little embarrassed about my eagerness. We kissed when I was finally once again wrapped around him and then something occurred to me. I pulled away and studied him closely.
"You don't taste as smoky as usual."
His hand skimmed down my chest and rubbed at my covered nipple. He watched me writhe for a minute before smiling. "Trying to quit. They're bad for you, you know."
"You don't say."
Liam pushed the shirt I wore up and off. "Indeed I do." He kissed me again, long and dragging, until I was making little desperate sounds under his lips. "So much I want to do to you," he whispered.
In a sudden movement, he flipped me around and knelt behind me. I turned on the pillow to get a look at him, but he pushed my head away and into the bed. It shocked me as much as it turned me on. I felt him tear my panties down my legs, and the roughness of his skin against the smoothness of my own was unbearably sexy. I was scorching under his body while also freezing in the blast of the air conditioner. My nipples were very hard, and I couldn't resist dragging them against the sheets.
He hands caressed my lower back, my ass, my thighs, and back up again. My body began a restless, helpless rock, hoping to catch his against mine somehow, but he kept himself up and away from me. We didn't speak, hushed in the early morning light seeping in through the curtains. The persistent buzz of the air conditioner became white noise.
Then I felt the warmth of his breath against my ass. He bit down on both cheeks, blowing on the damp skin once he finished. I shuddered, feeling myself growing even wetter between my thighs. His tongue chased the curve of my cheek down my leg and he bit me again. I squealed, positive I could feel his lips lifting into a smile against my skin. He bit me once more on my thigh for good measure, I guess, and then knelt back up again. His hands stroked me again, up and down until they pressed into my shoulder blades, flattening me into the mattress.
"I'm going to fuck you from behind," he said. His voice was gritty from lust.
"Yes," I whispered. "Please."
"Get on your knees."
He helped me kneel and then pressed my shoulders and head back down. It hurt a little, that stretch, but I loved it. His hips met my ass and I felt his cock nudging me. He felt even harder than the night before as he plunged inside. I was unbelievably wet, but it was still a tight fit, and so I whimpered a little at the intensity. The squeezing of his hands on my hips told me he liked that. His cock dragged out slowly, almost painfully slowly, until just the tip was between my lips. Just when I was about to say something, about to beg, about to fight back against him in hopes it would provoke him to
just fuck me
, he shoved back in.
"Fuck," I moaned, my hands frantically grabbing at the sheets. The pillow was damp from me panting against it.
A slow pull out, a fast and strong thrust back in. He fucked me like that for so long that I became mindless, just there to be fucked and feel the mounting pleasure.
Liam's rhythm grew faster as he pounded into me, grunting with each smack of his skin against my ass. With one hand he wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling my head back so he could give me a ferocious, almost angry kiss; the other went around to the front of my body, sliding down from my nipples to my pussy. He rubbed circles onto my clit, changing the rhythm up after every few powerful thrusts. I struggled staying up on my knees under him, but I knew I was about to come. My pussy tightened around him, desperate and wanting.
"I'm coming," I managed to say, holding him deep as I lost control.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, God. Yes."
He pushed in deep and stopped, pulsing as he came with me. When we finally stopped, he kissed up my back and over my hair.
"So good," he panted. He pulled out, kissing the back of my neck. I fell into the bed, not having the energy to go clean up. He collapsed next to me, running his hand up and down my body in a lazy, satisfied way.
"It was," I agreed.
We lay there for a few minutes, trying to cool down from the best sex I ever had in my life.
"So," so Liam said, still catching his breath, "how's work?"
I laughed and smacked his sweaty chest.
"What?" he laughed. "I'm serious."
"Yeah, I can tell." I had no idea Liam could be like this and it was further messing with my head, but I didn't want him to stop.
He nuzzled my breast, which I thought was decidedly unfair. My body was still buzzing. "You never talk about your job. To anyone. I would have heard it."
"That's because I kind of hate it. Teaching is... I feel like I'm getting burnt out."
Liam considered me for a minute. "What would you be if you could be anything else?"
"I don't know. I used to--I used to draw. But now, when I try to, nothing inspires me. And so I just don't know what I want to be. Isn't that silly? Being my age and so insecure, so lost. But I am. I think that's why the breakup with Sam hit me so hard. Another thing I failed at, another part of my identity chipped away." I shifted next to him. "This is depressing pillow talk, Liam."
He laughed again. I was getting a bit addicted to that sound. My brain cried out, "
Danger! danger!
" so I tried to just focus on his mouth, the hazel of his eyes.
"I know this all supposed to be very casual, but I like the idea of getting to know you a bit," he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world and not a sentiment that sent my romantic heart thumping. "I know you think I'm a grumpy ass, but I do like you. And for what it's worth, I don't think your job or your boyfriend has anything to do with your identity. I think you're great as you are. Being lost can be a good thing, too. If you weren't a little lost, you probably wouldn't be in bed with me right now."
I was glad the room was still dim. I knew I was grinning and blushing like a madwoman.
"Well, now you better tell me about your job."
He groaned. "Owning a bar doesn't provide a lot of material, believe it or not."
I looked at him with shock. "Wow. You own it now?"
"Yup. My uncle sold it to me about six months ago. It sucks."
"Really?" I laughed.
