I sit there at the bar with a drink in my hand. This day couldn’tpossibly get any worse. Just as I think the words, here comes some hotshot guy trying to rain on my parade. Not that it already hasn’t, I just don’t want to be bothered.
“You havin’ a bad day there honey?”
To think I could make it any more apparent. I glance at him sideways and give him my what-do-you-think-stupid look. He’s tall, fairly handsome, and a cowboy. He has dark hair and dark eyes, and his moustache is screaming, “I’m going to swallow you right up when I kiss you.” I roll my eyes at the randomness of my thoughts. He raises his hands as if in defeat but decides to continue talking to me.
“How bout’ I buy you a drink and then maybe you can tell me bout’ your day?”
I turn to him with a reluctant smile. Yes, he’s being nice, but I’m really not up for small talk.
“Thank you, but I’m alright,” I say politely.
I raise my hand signaling the bartender that I’m ready to pay and go. The man sits next to me, and leans in with his elbow up on the bar.
I hope he stops, because I am in no mood. I see the bar tender signal five minutes. Oh great. I slide further off my stool just to put more distance between me and my annoying cowboy friend.
“You sure are one pretty lady,” he reaches to touch a stray strand of hair that’s fallen in my face. I stand and face him before he touches me.
“Can’t I buy you a drink?” He insists, “What do you want?”
‘Not you,’ I think to myself. This man is relentless, and boy oh boy… he can’t even take a hint.
“Call me Ty honey,” he says smugly.
“Sir,” I don’t want to, “I would appreciate it if you kept your distance.”
“Aw, now don’t be like that honey,” he stands and walks toward me. I take a step back, I don’t want to hurt him but I will if he continues. “I’m just look’n for a good time, that’s all.”
“Well I’m not, so please stop bothering me.”
“You look like you could use some cheering up there,” He steps closer and I can smell the liquor from his breath… Urgh. “Come on now. Tell me… what do you want?” Oh no, he’s too close. I put my hand on his chest to push him away, but he grabs me by the waist. Just as I’m about to punch the cowboy in his stupid head a man pulls him away from me.
The man places himself between me and the cowboy. All I see is a tall stranger with broad shoulders. Oh great, a knight in shining armor. How girls would die over this fantasy? Boo… I’m in no mood for cowboy, or wannabe prince charming. I roll my eyes, place some money on the bar, and turn to walk away. I just can’t deal with all this drama right now. I'm about to get fired from my job. I hear a few unpleasant words being exchanged but I don’t care to give a last glance. I walk out to my car, fiddling with the keys in my hand just in case cowboy wants to come after me.
I feel weird, as a shiver runs down my back. I turn instinctively, but no one’s there. I stare at the door to the bar making sure I’m not being watched. I take a step toward my car, but run into something and stumble back. I look up and there’s that man. I stare blankly at him, and for some unexplainable reason I can’t move. All the nerves in my body are telling me to do something. I am screaming at myself, but there I am frozen. It’s like my brain detached itself from my body. He’s glorious, deep blue eyes, framed by perfect thick brown eyebrows. My eyes wander down his straight nose to his perfectly sculpted lips. Oh my, and that chiseled jaw line. My eyes wander to those broad shoulders, muscular torso by the look of it, and those long muscular legs of his.
He clears his throat, making me glance up. I feel the heat in my cheeks. Oh boy oh boy, how embarrassing? His brown hair looks soft. I bet if I ran my finger through it, it would feel amazing. It’s just long enough to pull. My face reddens at the waywardness of my thoughts.
“You know,” he whispers hoarsely, “some people would just say thank you.”
I can’t say ANYTHING! I can’t move. I will myself to say something, do something. I’m a freaking statue… Urgh!!!
His eyes narrow at me, but I still can’t do anything. Am I dead?
“Well, if that’s the way you’re going to act, I’m sorry I helped you,” he almost growls. The sound of that resonates deep down inside me. Oh boy, I feel the heat between my thighs.
He turns to walk away, and panic sets in.
“Wait!” I finally say something. He stops, and turns slowly. He looks as irritated as I did when I entered the bar. I don’t feel that anymore… odd?
“I’m sorry, you’re right. Thank you,” I say sincerely.
He smiles crookedly, and the sight almost makes me convulse with pleasure. I’ve never been this attracted to a man.
“See?” He full on grins, it’s glorious. “That wasn’t that hard now was it?”
Oh, it can be my subconscious has vivid images of him, I slap her down immediately. He walks toward me and the way he moves is so seductive I feel all my muscles tighten.
“What are you thinking?” he asks as he stops in front of me. I’m pulled short. I didn’t expect him to ask me that. Why is he asking that?
“You’re blushing, and you look confused,” he says as if reading my thoughts.
“Oh,” is all I can say. Please don’t go into statue mode again. His eyes soften.
“I guess you should go home. By the looks of it, you’ve had a rough day.”
I nod, and he walks with me to my car. I don’t want to go. I have this desire to be right next to him, I’m disappointed at the thought of leaving. I don’t even know his name.
“My name is Liam,” he says, doing it again.
“Can you read minds?” I say out loud, not meaning to. Liam chuckles and I just about melt. He opens the door to my car. No, no, no… that’s not what I wanted at all.
“You’re just easy to read,” his voice is so seductive. Reluctantly I step in and stick the key in the ignition.
“I’m just ensuring you make it home safely, without any interruptions.” He nods his head toward the bar. I forgot all about the cowboy, about the bar, about why I came here to begin with. Now I’m irritated that he’s pushing me to go. This man is confusing. I mean he’s dripping with sex, and he seems so inviting, but he’s pushing me away. Wasn’t he angry a little while ago? Now I’m confused, and in being so, I’m now angry.
“Well how considerate of you,” I say sarcastically. I grab my door and close it on his smug smile. Liam turns to the bar as I stare at his retreating figure. I feel saddened by the sight. I turn the key to my car but nothing happens. All there is, is the clicking sound of the key turning. What the hell? as if this can’t get any worse. I slam my head back against the seat and close my eyes. I pinch the brink of my nose to stop the beginnings of my head ache.
I can’t figure out what I’m most irritated with, all the craziness in my life or the confusing sex god that doesn’t make a move. Liam… hmmm?
“Stupid sexy irritating man of my now fantasies,” I mumble.
“Well I hope you’re talking about me,” Liam says as I bolt upright with wide embarrassed eyes. He stands there with my car door wide open. How does he keep doing that, scaring me, popping up out of nowhere, so silently?
“You must have bad hearing,” he says amused. “I did knock.”
I narrow my eyes at this amazing, handsome man. He’s going to make me go crazy. I know it too, because I’m pretty sure if he asked me to go to bed with him right now I’ll only be too eager.
“Do you need a ride home?” he asks seductively.
“Yes,” I say too quickly.
He smiles that crooked smile of his that does amazing things to me. I try not to clench my thighs together. I don’t need him to read my mind and my body. This is already embarrassing as it is.
He holds out his hand to me, I take it and the touch of him sparks electric like currents through my body to down there. All too soon, he pulls his hand from mine as I’m out of the car. I lock my car and try to keep up with him. Liam walks up to a slick black motorcycle. Oh no…
He swings his leg over, looks up at me from under his eyelashes, and pats the seat.
“Want a ride?” he says in a deep hoarse voice. Oh, I definitely want a ride my subconscious shouts at me, and because I agree with her, I giggle.
Liam looks at me with this dumfounded expression on his face. I don’t know what to make of it. I throw my leg over his bike and my bare thighs touch his legs. I shouldn’t be wearing this dress while on a motorcycle, but here I am. He shifts his legs, and I slide forward. It makes my dress hitch up my thighs more. I try to pull it down, but he stops me. Grabbing my hands, he puts them around his waist. I feel the moisture between my legs. Being so close to him turns me on. I look up at him and he’s staring at my leg touching his thigh. He notices my stare and faces forward, starting his bike. It rumbles to life in a thrilling kind of way.
I was concerned about it before, but now being this close I don’t care.
“Here we go,” he says as we bolt forward. I squeal clutching tighter to him. He just chuckles in a carefree way. I think I love the sound of his chuckle. It does things to me.
Liam pulls up to my house, and cuts the engine. I don’t want to go, can’t he make a move? He shifts so I can get off the bike easier… to my surprise he fallows. He stands in front of me. I can feel the heat radiating from his body.
“I guess I have to go?” I say softly trying to give him a hint.
“Too bad I don’t know your name,” he says. I smile at him. How rude of me for no saying long ago.
“My name is…” I stop as inspiration hits me. Liam looks at me amused yet irritated.
“Well maybe you’ll have to wait and find out.”
He gasps, “You’re going to make me wait?” he looks confused.
“You can always make me tell you.” Come on… hint number three. His grin spreads across his face as he steps so our bodies touch each other.
“Oh really,” he whispers, “and what would that entail?”
What? He wants me to say it. Oh boy oh boy. His muscular body presses against me and I shiver.
“What do you want me to do?” he breathes leaning down. I close my eyes thinking he’s going to kiss me, but he nuzzles my neck instead. “Hmmm,” I groan deep in my throat.
“Tell me,” he insists.
“I want you…” I gasp as he bites my earlobe. I am so turned on I can feel the wetness of my panties. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tighter to his body.
“You want me… to what?” He growls low and soft. His hand moves up my back to the nape of my neck. Liam grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back to look at him. His eyes are glowing with lust. His breathing is shallow, and his lips are parted. I just have to tiptoe to reach his lips with mine. I want him so badly, I crave him, and I need him, like a drug. He pulls tighter on my hair making me groan loudly. It’s almost painful, but it feels so good too.
“I was about to leave,” he whispers, “I wasn’t sure you would be the right girl for me.”
My brow furrows, “What do you mean?”
“I wasn’t sure you could handle me... until you said, ’I can always make you tell me.’” His eyes close as if savoring my words. “I want you to tell me your name, now, and then I’m taking you to your bed, and you’re going to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, and I’m going to do it.”
Oh wow… my jaw falls open, and I think I almost faint. Oh… fuck me, I want him so badly.
“Yes,” I moan. “Emma is my name,” I say almost incoherently.
Liam grabs my hand and leads me into my home. As soon as he closes the door, he attacks me with his lust. He grabs me and lifts me up to wrap my legs around him. It’s the only thing I can do to not fall. His mouth is on me silencing my moan. He has one hand in my hair pulling me to him as he consumes me in his fiery kiss. I am pushed up against the door and his other hand is tantalizingly gliding up my thigh. He hitches up my dress to reveal my sex. His fingers touch me there slightly as he makes his way to my breast. I pull away from his kiss with a loud groan.
“Ooh!” I moan, “Fuck me!”
I feel his smile against my neck as he kisses slowly downward.
“Oh not yet,” he says hoarsely.
He pulls my dress and bra down at the same time exposing my breast. His warm wet mouth covers my nipple making me scream out in pleasure. I rock my hips against him, feeling the thick hardness of his erection. He’s straining against his jeans. I rock against him once more and he groans. He puts me on my feet. I lean against the door to keep myself from falling. He takes his shirt off and I almost orgasm right there.
“What is it Emma?” he growls.
I take a step toward him. I want to touch the light splatter of hair on his chest. He’s perfectly chiselled, as if each defined muscle was carved by the gods. He moves back away from my touch. I’m left wanting.
“What do you want?” he growls murderously. “I won’t tell you again.” I know he’s not to be taken lightly. This powerful man is sexy when he’s in control. Oh my goodness… he’s a Dom. I have never wanted more than this in all my fantasies. All I can keep thinking is fuck me fuck me.
“Emma!” He shouts with anger and insistence.
“You! I want you!” I shout.
“We’ve been through this,” he looks irritated, “You have to tell me exactly what you want. I’m testing you, your limits. If this is as far as you can go then we need to stop here.”
Does that mean he’s leaving…? No! Okay, okay.
“I want you… to… undress me.”
Liam’s smile is pleased as he steps in front of me. It happens so fast I didn’t even realize. He pulled the strap to my dress and if fell to the floor. He ripped off my bra, now I’m just in my soaked panties. He looks at me expectantly, and I know he wants me to say, but I don’t need to say what I want to do now. I glide down on my knees in front of him. He looks surprised yet pleased. I reach up to grab his belt but he stops me.
“Say it,” he says hoarsely.
I smile wickedly at him, “I want to fuck you… with my mouth.” He closes his eye and allows me to proceed. I undo his belt and pull his jeans and boxers down only too eager. He pops out with the same aggressive power he presents himself with. He is amazing, thick, long, and oh how I want him in me. He stares at me with a look I can’t quite understand.
I grip him and watch his head throw back as he groans loudly. Slowly I ease my lips over his throbbing head. He’s so hard and soft. My mouth waters by the taste of him, the saltiness of his pre-cum. I moan, as I glide my mouth up and down his impressive length. I suck, and lick along his shaft. I feel the rigid veins with my tongue. I trace the edges of his head. I lick up the top and twirl my tongue around him. I use my hands up and down. He grabs my head and fucks me with such force I feel like I’m about to explode. Before he cums he pulls out, leaving me wanting yet again.
“Now what,” he stutters. He’s just as affected by me as I am by him. This knowledge is fire right to my core. I moan.
“I want you to kiss me from here to here,” I touch my lips then glide my hand over my breasts, and down to my sex, “and then when you’re done with that I want you to fuck me.” Enough of this game I need him inside me or I might die.
His smile is so victorious, and his eyes are bright with lust. Liam grabs me and carries me to my bedroom. We lay down and his kiss devours me. Just as I told him, he kisses down to my breasts. He sucks on my nipples and each time he bites, I moan loudly. He kisses down to my belly button, sticks his tongue inside, and slowly he goes lower, lower, I feel his hair tickle the apex of my thighs. He blows softly on my sex and a shiver runs through me. Then his lips are on me, he groans deep in his throat. I arch my back as I try to control my breathing. His hand glides up my thighs and next I know he has a finger in me.
“You’re so fucking wet, I love it.” I feel myself tightening. He sticks another finger in me and moves quickly as he sucks on my clit. My breathing picks up, and I tighten so powerfully around him I scream like I never did before. My orgasm hits with a vengeance. Before I can come back down to earth, he thrust fast and hard into me I scream again by the painful pinch as I stretch around him.
“Arrrgh!” I scream.
He stills allowing me to adjust to his thickness. When he knows I’m good he pulls almost all the way out then slams back into me. He shoves me into the mattress with each impressive thrust. I’ve never had it this rough or this fast. I freaking love it. In and out… the fullness… he’s hitting me right to the core. His fast rhythm has me bucking up to meet his thrusts. In, out, in, and out… fuck! I’m losing all sense.
I feel his muscles tense up with his impending orgasm. I wrap my legs tighter around him. His lips find mine as he kisses me with passion. His hand reaches up and pinches my nipple as he slams into me one last time. I scream… exploding around him with the most amazing orgasm I ever had. He empties inside me calling my name as my orgasm rides the waves. Fuck. I’m spent. I’ve never in all my fantasies thought it would be like this. His breathing slows as he pulls out of me. Ooo… it burns. I feel amazing yet saddened. Is this the end of our adventure?
As if reading my thoughts again he says, “Wait until tomorrow, because it’s my turn for you to ask.”
I look up at him, “ask?”
Liam smiles a sleepy seductive smile, “What I want.”
I smile relieved, I have him to myself for a whole day tomorrow. I guess I can call in sick since I'll be fired anyway. What a way to relieve stress. He holds me to him as we drift off to sleep.
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