Liam

On Friday morning, my feet hit the ground along the Santa Monica Pier with the rhythm of the song blasting through my earbuds. Sweat trickles down my face and my torso, my lungs burn with each and every stride. The air is fresh, lacking humidity. The sunrise is casting a somewhat pinkish glow across the Santa Monica Bay.

While I arrived at my beach house last night to get settled in and stock the fridge so Aria and I would have no distractions this weekend, I needed a run before fetching her. It’s my therapy and my fuel.

When I spot the thin house with the large one-way glass windows on the front, I slow to a walk on the beach trail, relishing the high that always comes with a good run. On the outside of the house, there’s not much to excite, except for the property being located right on the beach. The exterior is chrome and dark gray stucco, which I had done myself with the help of a contractor. When I reach the concrete steps, I grab my keys from my pocket and unlock the door, stepping into the open-concept main floor. The design is modern and sleek with white walls and floors, and white furniture with black pillows. I had hired an interior designer to freshen up the interior of the house and I didn’t have any part in it.

On my way past the kitchen on the right, I notice that the clock on the stainless-steel microwave above the gas stove shows it’s nearing seven o’clock now. I drag a hand through my sweaty hair, hastily moving into the master suite. All white furniture leads to a dark metal king-size bed frame, and the en suite bathroom is equally modern. Light gray tiles cover the large bathroom’s floor and extend into the all-glass shower.

Determined to get the show on the road, I strip off my shoes and socks, shorts then boxer briefs, leaving my cellphone on the glass vanity. When I enter the shower, I turn the water on and let the warm stream hit the back of my neck, washing away the sweat, allowing my mind to go to Aria. Soon, I’ll be inside her.

Those thoughts harden my cock to steel. I grab the base of my shaft, the water running down over my hardened flesh, teasing me. I don’t pause. I don’t warm up. I place my free hand against the wall and I jerk my dick hard and fast, thinking of nothing but Aria when I claimed her orgasm. The way she felt. The way she moaned when I made her fall apart. How her eyes widened and became alive in those seconds. How I owned her.

My muscles tighten, a low groan rumbling from my throat when I come, my semen landing on the shower’s floor, washing away with the water. It’s less satisfying than it is essential. I refuse to blow too fast with Aria. I will take my time savoring every goddamn inch of her. And I know I can’t show up today fully loaded.

The beep of my cellphone reminds me that I’m due to pick her up in an hour. With my dick soft and settled for now, I put Aria out of my mind for the moment and set to finish showering and getting dressed.

It’s just about an hour later when I’m nearly ready to go. In the kitchen, I’m sipping my coffee after polishing off a plate of eggs and toast. By eight o’clock, I’m on the road in my dark silver Mercedes convertible to fetch Aria. By a little after eight-thirty, I’ve arrived at central Los Angeles, and I spot her waiting for me outside of her condo with her suitcase next to her.

My cock twitches in my beige cargo shorts, reminding me that jerking off doesn’t do much to calm the intensity I feel for Aria, nor has it ever. This morning her hair is down and straight, her makeup light. Her comfortableness in her own skin is one of the things I find so sexy about her. She’s wearing a white sundress that I’m sure on anyone else would look cute, but on her, it’s fucking sexy portraying innocence that I know is a tease. Because that woman right there might be sweet, but she’s dirty as fuck, I can tell. And damn, do I want to play.

I stop next to her and grin. “Looking for a good time?” I joke.

“Depends on what you’re offering in return,” she jokes back.

“The best sex of your life,” I tell her seriously.

She grins. “Well, then, yes, I certainly am looking for a good time.”

I chuckle, open the trunk then exit the car, moving to her. She turns to face me and watches me intently, a delicate flush brushing over her cheeks. It’s not shyness, I know that. It’s desire. “You look absolutely beautiful this morning.” I lean in to kiss her lightly on the lips. It’s a tease of what’s to come.

She kisses me fully back telling me that she plans to go head-to-head with me this weekend. All bets are off. We’re both playing to win.

A cold void overcomes me when I step back and open the passenger door.

“Thank you,” she says, sliding into the seat. After shutting the door behind her, I place her suitcase in the trunk then join her in the car, when she adds, “Do I get any hints on where we’re going this weekend?”

“To my beach house in Santa Monica.”

Her eyebrows raise in obvious surprise. “Yours? As in, you own it?”

I get her surprise. Houses don’t come for less than five million dollars in that stretch of beachfront properties. “The property belonged to my father,” I explain, lowering the emergency brake. “We’ve owned the house for as long as I can remember. When my father passed away, he gifted the property to me in his estate.” My mother never cared; the property always meant more to my father than her. “But I’ve renovated the house over the years. It’s where I go on the weekends.”

“Lucky you,” she says with a sweet smile.

“Incredibly lucky,” I tell her sincerely. My need to be near water as often as possible is a personal thing not very many people know about me. Sure, I love the hustle and bustle of the city, but I need the clear open water and fresh air just as much. “All right, so do you need to make any stops before leaving?” I ask, doing up my seatbelt.

She shakes her head. “I’m good to go. You?”

“I went up last night to get us settled in.”

“Did you?” she asks, fastening her own seatbelt.

“I like to be prepared.”

She gives a sensual laugh. “I have no doubt that is very much true.” When she settles back into the seat and crosses her smooth tanned legs, drawing all my attention there, she adds, “So what have you planned for us this weekend?”

“I have a few ideas.”

“Which are?”

I laugh. “Darlin’, secrets are a good thing. And it just so happens I don’t want you to know all that I have planned for you this weekend.”

She draws in a deep breath and gives me a heated grin. “Ah, is that the way we’re going to play this? You want all the control this weekend?”

Something sparks in me then, tightening my muscles. I lean toward her, staring deeply into her eyes. “Of course, I will have all the control this weekend.”

“And why is that?”

“Because that is precisely what you want,” I murmur, stating a truth we both know. “You want me to command you. To take charge. To own you.”

She swallows deep; her mouth parts. I see it in her eyes then, how excited she is. That sends adrenaline pumping through my veins. I almost regret taking her to the beach because of the drive to get there. I want to touch her, taste her, fuck her until we’re both exhausted. But there’s a good reason I want her to experience Santa Monica with me. She knows the business side of Liam Maxwell. Now I want her to know the personal side.

While I take her silence to be slight shock at my boldness, I ask her, “Are you ready for this adventure of ours?”

Her eyes heat, voice grows raspy. “You know that I am.”

I smile back and drive forward, the engine giving off a sexy roar. “You’re right, love, I certainly do.”

Aria

There are houses. And then there are oh, my God houses.

Liam’s beach house is most definitely the latter.

Gorgeous, simple, masculine…kinda like the man himself, I decide, stepping into the living room, which consists only of a white leather couch, a couple contour lounge chairs, and a glass coffee table. I quickly understand the reason the designer kept to a white palette since the glass window from ceiling to floor draws the eye immediately. I now realize why this coast costs a pretty penny to live on. Even my breath catches at the dark sand leading to blue water.

“Aria.”

The low rumble of Liam’s voice vibrates against my skin, raising goosebumps. I know what’s going to happen. I want this to happen. Even so, I’m on edge, excited and nervous of what’s to come. We’ve waited three years to cross this line. I draw in a deep breath and face all the energy pulsating in the room. The beautiful view is nothing compared to what’s before me.

Liam has been holding himself back, I can tell that now. The flare of his nostrils drawing in my scent, the intensity burning in his eyes. It’s no way that he’s watched me before. I’m drenching my panties and my nipples pucker, ready for play, just that easily.

The silence between us is powerful. So many unsaid things holding in the quiet space. So many desires unfulfilled. I’m standing there bared for him, stripped of all the reasons I’ve been shutting him out.

“Show me what I paid for,” he says, voice rich with lust.

Maybe I should be offended.

I’m not in the least.

We’ve both been waiting for this moment. It just so happens that I want to show him all of me. I want him to touch, to taste, to own me. I reach up, tucking my finger into the strap of my dress, slowly sliding it down my shoulder. I look at his crotch and see his bulge; knowing I’m making a man like Liam Maxwell hard tightens my tummy.

When I slide the other strap off my shoulder, his gaze follows, slowly, pointedly showing me that he’s paying attention. I reach back and unzip my dress, my chest rising and falling with my heavy breaths. I keep my eyes on his face as I let my dress flutter to the floor. There, standing in white high heels, I watch as he feasts upon the view of me. It’s an addictive thing the way Liam looks at me.

He stalks me with his eyes.

His gaze roams over my white lace bra that I’d chosen purposely because it shows my dark nipples before moving on to my matching thong. When he looks at my face again, he orders, “Turn around.”

I smile, embracing the desire he feels for me, and spin, showing him my bare bottom. My eyes flutter, suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity at my back, pulsating in the air, when I hear the rattle of his belt and his clothes hitting the floor. Then he’s at my back, not touching me but he doesn’t need to. His presence itself is desire and my sex begins throbbing, greedy for his touch.

“Do you know how badly I want to fuck you, Aria?”

His voice is silk, igniting a shiver. “Yes,” I rasp.

He threads his fingers into my hair, and he’s tilting my head to the side, his lips lowering to my goosebump-covered flesh. “I’m not sure you can possibly understand the level of how insane you drive me.”

He cups my breasts, massaging them until he pulls the front of my bra down and has my nipples between his fingers and he’s squeezing them. “I do know because I want you as much,” I reply.

“No, Aria, this is not want,” he murmurs, squeezing my breasts harder. “This is ravenous need.” He slides one hand to my hair, fists the strands, and it’s right then that I feel like he’s taking over my body. “I wanted to fuck you slow. I wanted to savor every fucking inch of you.” He tilts my head further to the side and licks a slow line up my flesh. “But now…” He grinds his cock against my ass. “Now you’re close and all I want to do is get inside you.”

“Please,” I beg, wanting the same thing. Desperate for it, in fact.

His low moan makes me shiver, a promise of so much pleasure. “I want to take you bare this weekend,” he whispers in my ear. “Are you protected?”

I attempt to nod but his firm grip stops me, flooding me with wicked heat. “I have an IUD.”

He slides his other hand down my arm to my hip where he squeezes, rubbing his cock against me, teasing me with how thick and hard he is. “I don’t have unprotected sex, Aria. Ever. Not with anyone.”

His dick presses against my butt crack, and I can’t even care that I know for us to do this means something. I’m crossing lines I don’t cross with sexual partners, but I want to feel every goddamn inch of him without anything between us. “Neither do I.” I wiggle against him, searching for the tip of his cock.

“Is that a yes to no condom then?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

The tension he endures is obvious in the firmness of his body at my back. He’s stiff, fighting against his passion. I know why, and I turn in his arms, discovering eyes that are deadly for the way they control my body’s responses. My nipples tingle, sex clenches with desire. To be wanted so ravishingly is something I’m not sure I can ever let go of. “What are you waiting for?” I ask him.

His brows draw together tight. “I want to do this right.”

I press my hands against his face and state what we both want to hear. “Liam, I want you to fuck me until we’re both screaming. No more waiting. No more reasons stopping us. Take what you want.”

I can’t really say what happens next. All I know is one second I felt like I held all the control, and in the next second, my back is slammed against the wall. My legs are up around his waist and his thick cock is wildly fucking me. My chin lifts against the pleasure, eyes pinch shut, toes curling with every hard thrust that seems to have no beginning and no end. I know nothing else but the way he pounds into me. It’s dirty. It’s hard. It’s rough. It’s a loss of complete control that had been building up for three solid years.

His mouth is kissing mine but I can’t seem to kiss him back. All I can do is lose myself in how he’s driving himself inside me. I dig my fingernails into his back, letting him know I’m there, intense and overwhelmed by how amazing it feels to be touched and taken by him.

With a low growl, his lips move to my neck and he’s devouring me. His rough breathing makes its way to my ear while his hands grip my ass, pinning me to the wall. God, his cock is thick and big and he’s stretching me, not guiding me into pleasure but pulling satisfaction out of me. Though it’s when he leans away and looks at me, my legs falling slightly down his thighs, that I lose all control over my body.

He steals it away with his presence. Within those powerful depths of his eyes, I find my pleasure as he drives into me, hard and forceful. His jaw is tight, brows furrowed, and I read within his touch that I am his in this moment.

A sudden wave of pleasure has my head tipping back, my muscles stiffening against the surge of euphoria, and that’s when I hear him.

“Fuck,” he roars.

His cock swells inside me, pounding into me, somehow pressing against everything that I need him to press against inside me to send me soaring. While I break apart around him, losing myself in a satisfaction I’ve never known, I vaguely feel him bucking and jerking before I feel the warmth of his seed spilling inside me.

Many breathless minutes go by.

When I finally have the strength to open my eyes again, his cock is resting between us but still semi-hard. He’s got his knee between my legs, the only thing holding me up. I lift my head, discovering he’s not looking as satisfied as I feel. He’s not done with me, I can tell by the ravenousness nature of his gaze.

Right then, he silently raises his hand to my face, sliding his fingers through my hair until he’s fisted the strands. He gives a tug in the same second he removes his thigh and slowly I’m lowering to my knees, staring at his thick, muscular thighs. I tip my head back and the sexy slight smile he gives me storms heat back within me. With a small gesture of his chin, I know precisely what he wants.

I reach for his cock placing it in my mouth and sucking him with slow precision, until his shaft hardens again. I taste me, him, and the perfectness of us.

“Eyes on me,” he orders roughly.

I look up at him, bobbing on the tip of his cock. His low groan is more than foreplay to me, it’s like a vibrator to my clit. I cup his balls, enjoying the weight of them, loving how his head falls back. I suck on one testicle and then the other before I grab the base of his cock. Keeping my eyes on him, I treat him to my mouth. His fist tightens in my hair and then his other hand is on the top of my head and he’s thrusting into my mouth. The thickness of his cock stretches my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat but moving so fast my gag reflex never reacts. Until he shoves his dick so far in my mouth, I gag once and he backs away, letting me control my movements again.

I slide my mouth off his shaft, and, showing him that I like it rough, too, I gently drag my teeth across his shaft and his hips shoot forward. “Fuck, yes. Again.” He grunts.

I do as I’m told, twice more. That’s when he’s apparently had enough. I’m back in his arms and he’s carrying me to the contour chair which he deposits me into. He hooks my legs onto his arms, entering me again in one swift stroke. My pussy—which hasn’t seen a dick in three years—registers the slight soreness of being used so roughly by him. But Liam won’t be refused today, I see that now. And I won’t stop him. I want to wake up tomorrow and remember this moment and every moment to follow this weekend.

In this position, I see more of him. I run my fingers across his flexed chest, down his hard six-pack, loving the way his thick cock, with trimmed pubic hair, slides inside me. God, he’s masculine beauty. I can’t stop the way my pussy squeezes at him, so greedy for another orgasm, which I know he can deliver.

He reaches for my hips, pins me to him, and then I understand what it’s like to be truly fucked. His thrusts are brutal, punishing me maybe for how long I made him wait. Perhaps even rage induced by the situation we’ve been in these past years. Whatever he’s releasing mentally, he’s doing so on my body, and I’m reaping the rewards.

“Liam,” I scream seconds before I tumble into wave after wave of sheer euphoria that is as hot as it is intense.

When I feel his finger tuck under my chin, I open my eyes, discovering his expression is very similar to what I’d seen before. However, this time, he looks even more intense. As he did before, he reaches for my hair, fisting it, sending me to my knees again. When I look up at him, he gestures at his cock. “Again,” is all he says.

That’s when I realize that I’ve been wrong. This weekend isn’t about fulfilling a fantasy. It’s about draining the lust Liam has for me. And he plans to drain it all this weekend. Now I understand that, it’s not about whether my heart can handle this weekend with Liam.

Can my body survive him?