Two

Liam

She remained silent on the walk home. Unsurprisingly so, since I shut down her earlier attempts. I was an asshole going off on her that way.

But it was intentional and for good reason.

Years of working with no downtime left no opportunities for socializing. Any break in my routine to take time off resulted in—you guessed it—more work.

Coming to Hannibal gave me a glimpse of life outside my normally busy schedule. I thought I'd hit a bar on my Friday night off. Only to have a stunning chestnut-haired goddess show up.

If I engaged in conversation with her, it wouldn't take five sentences for her to realize I sucked at flirting. Better to chase her away with my rude attitude than bear the embarrassment afterward. I thought I’d annoy her so she would move on.

What I didn't anticipate was how the hurt in her eyes would affect me. Then, her storming out into the rain caused me to worry for her well-being. I barely knew this gorgeous woman, and I already wanted to keep her safe.

She shivered now and wrapped her arms around her middle. Her shoulders folded in as if to protect her body from the chill. If only I could protect her more.

The umbrella managed to keep the worst of it away. But the rain blew in every direction, still hitting her, molding her clothes to her body.

I was drenched, too, but thought nothing of it. My body was too attuned to her pressing close to get some relief from the rain. And my eyes kept slipping to the curve of her ass in those tight black jeans.

She took a left turn onto the next street. “We’re close.”

My head whipped up. It was a busy street. Stores lined the road on both sides, some closed, others still open. But outside, only a few people huddled underneath umbrellas like us.

A short walk brought us to an adjoined coffee shop and bakery. “Home sweet home.” Her voice was light and airy.

I frowned. “You live in the shop?”

She laughed. “No, above it.” Her gaze rose and I followed it.

A small balcony hung over the store signs. Potted plants and flowers decorated it. A glass double door led out onto the balcony. Beyond that, it was dark inside.

“Come on up.” She nodded toward the spiral staircase. “We're soaked. I'll get you a towel, and maybe some tea to warm you up.”

Before I could answer, her feet hit the first rung. Closing the umbrella, I followed.

I tried to avert my eyes, but her ass looked good enough to bite. Or grab with my hands as she rode my cock.

“We’re here.” She stopped by her front door and fished out keys from her purse.

Her hands shook a little as she slid the key in. Was it from the cold or my presence? If it was the latter, her chirpy “Come on in” gave no indication.

I left the dripping umbrella by the door and walked in.

“I'll get the towels,” she announced, disappearing behind a door at the far end of the living room.

I looked around the room while I waited for my temptress to return. One long couch and a one-seater was all it could carry. They faced a flat screen TV hung up on the wall and a low coffee table tied it all together. Plants were scattered around in what little space remained.

I worked off my jacket and hung it on the coat rack. My eyes just took in the kitchenette in one sweep when she returned.

“Here are the—” she paused, eyes roaming over my upper body. Her gaze darkened and her tongue ran across her lower lip “—towels.”

She stood glued in one spot, staring. A small smile played on my lips. Closing the gap between us, I took one. “Thanks.”

She blinked. “Of course.” Turning away, she wrapped the towel around her hair.

I ran the towel through my own hair. I wouldn't truly be dry unless I got out of my clothes. Best to stop the wet tendrils from dripping down my face.

My hair was as dry as I could get it when I lowered my hands. My eyes caught on her. She was still drying her hair, hands lifted, making her wet top strain over her chest.

Those luscious tits tempted a groan from my throat. Just a taste. Her nipples stood hard and erect, begging to be licked.

The desire to suck one into my mouth was like a vise clutching my throat. I wanted to nibble on it, roll my tongue around the bud until she was panting.

She dropped her hands and shook out her hair, her chest shaking along with it.

Fuck me.

A strangled moan escaped my mouth.

Her eyes connected with mine then, lips parting. The towel slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, throat dipping as she swallowed.

“So, um, about that tea…” She licked her lips. “What kind do you like?”

Tea? What was she talking about? The only thing I wanted on my tongue was the heat between her thighs.

“You know this isn't about tea.” My voice came out gruff.

Her face flushed as she whispered, “And you didn't want to just walk me home.”

I shook my head.

That small admission broke the invisible wall between us. She reached out, wrapping her arms around my neck. My hands went to her hips and I pulled her close, so her core was pressed against mine.

A small gasp left her lips just as our mouths crashed together. The taste of her fruity lip gloss burst on my tongue as I sucked on her lower lip. She moaned, yanking me down for a deeper kiss. And I was more than happy to oblige.

Stroking my tongue along her lips, I pried them open, licking into her mouth. A growl ripped through my chest. Her taste was intoxicating.

Her response was a breathless moan, hands skimming my back, then around to my chest. Her fingers fumbled. I drew back long enough so she could loosen my tie.

Our lips came together again, our tongues tangling. Even with the distraction of her silky mouth on mine, I found the edge of her top easily. We broke apart so I could pull it off.

She slipped my tie off immediately after. Working to undo my buttons took a bit longer, and she let out a frustrated huff. I chuckled, assisting her until we’d removed my dress shirt.

When my undershirt came off, her gaze rode greedily up my chest and back down. Her eyes widened, glued to the outline of my cock straining against my zipper.

“You’ll have that in a minute,” I murmured, cupping her face and kissing her again.

She pressed against me once more. This time, the heat from her skin melted into me. Caressing her soft skin, I made my way to the nipples that had tortured me all night.

Her whimper sent blood rushing to my cock. I wanted to be locked inside her when she made that sound.

“Bedroom,” she said between fevered kisses.

We hustled to the door she’d gone through before. As she broke off to unbuckle my pants, my gaze flitted around and caught a high mattress, and yet again, more plants in the cozy space.

But nothing could hold my attention for more than a second. A brown- haired beauty was standing before me, eyes shining as she stroked her fingers in the waistband of my briefs.

She worked them off and my hard cock bounced free. Her gaze followed the motion and locked on the head. It shone with precum.

Her eager tongue swiped her lower lip and she raised a hand. Feverish excitement slithered through me and my dick throbbed harder. If she so much as touched me, this would be over before it began.

I stepped out of her reach to rid myself of the pants around my legs, along with my shoes and socks.

“Your turn.” I stalked over to her.

Wide eyes went from my body to my face. I kissed her deeply, then gently pushed her back to the bed. I undid her jeans button and slid the zipper down.

She assisted as I tugged her jeans down. I intended to take it all off so she would be laid bare before me. But halfway there, getting a glimpse of the bare mound at the apex of her thighs, coupled with her sweet aroma reaching my nostrils, forced me to abandon my mission.

I pressed my face to that spot and inhaled. She gasped, her hand gathering a fistful of my hair. I darted my tongue out for a quick taste before I resumed taking the jeans off all the way.

But the musky flavor on my tongue had me ravenous. I eased her down and parted her knees. My tongue met her clit, and her back arched off the bed, her body pressing into my face.

“More, please,” she whimpered.

Her pleasured cry sent purpose flooding through me. I found a rhythm with my tongue that kept her panting. Then I worked my middle finger between her damp folds.

“Oh God,” she screamed, rocking against my face.

My cock jerked, demanding to be buried in her eager pussy. But I was determined to bring her pleasure first.

With a low growl, I slipped my finger into her channel. Her heat engulfed me, her wetness dripping down my hand.

Curving my finger, I found her pleasure spot and stroked. She responded with a twist of her hips, riding my finger and my face. I slipped a second finger in, and sucked her clit between my lips.

Her legs shook and tightened around my head.

“Oh, oh. I'm coming. I'm—” Her words turned into a low whine and she clenched around my fingers.

I groaned and licked her, over and over again, absorbing the shocks of her trembling. I only pulled away when she sagged back down on the bed.

Aftershocks trembled through her body and she ran her hands through her hair.

“That was amazing.” She exhaled, smiling.

Her eyes met mine, tracked down to my cock, and turned heavy-lidded.

She kicked off her jeans, then knee-walked to me.

Slim fingers wrapped around my shaft and I bucked. A curse tore from my lips. She quickly silenced it with a kiss, and as I groaned, she deepened it.

Her grip tightened, moving faster.

“I have to fuck you now.” I broke away from our kiss. “On your back.”

Breathlessly, she obeyed. My eyes dragged up her body, unable to look away from her perfect pussy, soft skin, and mouthwatering breasts.

But my dick demanded more.

I covered her body with mine, lining up my cock with her core. A gasp escaped her lips and her eyes fell shut as I entered her. I rocked forward and her hips rose, meeting mine, thrust for thrust.

I stared down at her. An angel with her hair haloing around her face, lips parted with pleasure, tits jiggling with each stroke.

Leaning down to kiss her lips, I raised my hips and pulled out slowly, dragging my cock along her walls, leaving just the head inside.

I swallowed her protest, which quickly turned to a moan as I pushed back inside her.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I want to make this good, but—” I pulled back out and drove in again. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

She let out a cry, hands clutched around my back, nails raking down my

spine. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

Burying my face against her shoulder, I hooked a hand behind her knee and lifted her leg while driving into her. Over and over. She took my quick, harried fucking with soft moans, begging me for more.

Harder. Don't stop. Oh God, I'm coming.

I leaned back and took in her knotted forehead. She was coming, even though I was jackhammering into her? But she did.

Her snug wetness gripped me so tight, I came, too. A growl tore from my throat as I managed two more thrusts before I buried myself in her.

I gave into the pleasure coursing through me. Kissed her as the last tremors thrummed through us.

Her hands tracked up to my hair. Kept me pinned there until we broke off breathlessly.

Then she hit me with a blinding smile. “Wow.” “What?” I was still catching my breath.

“Oh, um, nothing.”

I fell onto my side and pulled her against me. For some reason, I wanted to keep feeling her skin against mine.

This would end tonight. I might as well make the pleasure last.

“I don't even know your name,” she muttered, snuggling against me. I chuckled and stroked her hair. “Doesn’t matter.”

Once she fell asleep, I would be gone.