Page 19 of Boss Abroad
“Well, even if it did, it’d still be a freaking monster.”
Seriously, I’ve never seen one that big and I’ve seen my fair share. It’s a weapon of mass destruction. My poor and still throbbing vagina can attest to it. “Enough with the staring, April. Come join me.”
I’ve noticed Liam is not too keen on asking. He’s more comfortable bossing everyone around instead. Odds are I'm not gonna see him again, so I don’t bother commenting on that. Condom or not, I’m a mess and a shower is, in fact, a great idea.
I make my way in and the first thing I notice… Well, no. The first thing I notice is that his cock is already semi-hard again. Is Liam on freaking Viagra? That’s an impressive recovery time for someone with a grayish beard.
Come to think of it, I don’t remember if Calista mentioned his age or not. But hey, what isn’t impressive about this fine male specimen? Tequila is long gone, I now feel dick drunk just by looking at him.
Anyway, the second thing I notice is that our difference in height is abysmal now that I’m standing next to him with no heels on. It’s kind of intimidating getting closer to him, like I’m a willing victim walking right into the predator's arms. But those are some fine arms, so who's going to judge me?
It seems that admiring the view made me too slow because Liam reaches for me and pulls me into his chest. It’s like crashing into a brick wall.
I’ve been so consumed by being thoroughly fucked by Liam that I haven’t paid him the attention his body deserves. I can hide my entire body behind his broad chest. And I think I could wash my clothes on his rock hard, ripped abs. My panties are ruined, so I feel kind of tempted to try this theory out.
My eyes tour him in his entirety, starting with his face. I’m not sure if he’s constantly pissed at something or if it’s just the shape of his eyebrows. His forehead wrinkles and the salt and pepper beard tells me he’s been around for a while longer than me. It doesn’t bother me at all. I’ve been surrounded by peers older than me my whole life.
I note that his lips are deceptively thin to the eye, but the moment they meet mine, they feel thick, soft, almost plush. The full potential of those lips is a secret known only to those fortunate enough to experience his kisses. And yeah, I got very lucky tonight.
I’m still lost in thought, enraptured by his traits, when he turns me around and guides me under the water jets to get my hair wet. Liam asks if I knew that staring is considered rude, which grants him a snort.
“Sorry, but that’s not fair to ask of me. Or of anyone in your vicinity.” I groan in pleasure as he massages my head with shampoo.
He pulls my hair with enough force to tilt my head back, but not enough to cause me too much pain. What a sweet line to tiptoe.
“I told you to stop apologizing over nothing.” He sets one hand on my hip and eases me back to his hard as steel cock. He needs to spread his legs to lower himself enough to meet my ass, and I appreciate the effort. “Do I seem bothered by your bluntness, beautiful?”
Reaching behind my back, I wrap my hand around his length, moving it up and down until his thrusts are in sync with my pumping. “Liam?” I pant his name, just the feel of him turning me on again.
“Yes?” It comes out in a breathy voice.
“Let my hair go so I can get myself clean. Then you can be a dear and get me all dirty again.”
He rinses the shampoo with a gentleness of touch I didn’t think his hands were capable of.
Once he’s done with my hair, he takes his time soaping me up, then rinses me down and leads me out of the shower where he towels me dry. Well, at least on the outside I’m dry.
I’ll never admit it out loud, but I’m enjoying the crap out of being manhandled by Liam. I’m putty in his hands and I’m not at all interested in pretending anything different tonight.
He takes me by the hand back into the bedroom, both of us completely naked. The only thing I’m wearing right now is a hair tie.
I’ve never been too self conscious when I’m having sex, but I have never felt this comfortable and confident being naked with another man. The hunger in Liam’s eyes when he looks at me is inebriating.
Liam sits on this beautiful low ottoman bench leaning on a huge floor to ceiling window that shows the most incredible view of the city. He has his back to it and I’m too fascinated by London’s night lights to realize what his plan is.
I’m standing in front of him, between his open legs, when he holds my waist firmly with one hand and grabs the back of my left knee with the other. He brings my attention to him by giving a light tug on my knee so I don’t lose my balance. His eyes don’t ever look up. He’s focused on one thing alone: my pussy.
He raises my leg, then puts my foot on top of the ottoman, opening me up for him. Damn, this is new.
Bringing me closer, he presses his face to my pussy and inhales deeply.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He kisses me down there; one lip, then the other. Like it’s my mouth. He kisses and sucks. He releases his hold on my knee and pushes two fingers inside me, finding very little resistance as I’m already stretched from earlier and drenched with the idea of more.
The room is completely silent, so I can hear all his hungry noises and grunts. He takes out his fingers and drinks me up with a loud slurp. A freaking slurp. I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t too busy trying not to come in less than a minute.
I rest my palms against the window to hold myself up, not trusting my legs to do their job. Now three fingers go back in and I know he can feel me throbbing. I’m over sensitive, over stimulated, and about to explode.