Liam
It's early morning and a fog has set over the city.
I can see it from above in my penthouse.
It's a rare thing to rise above even the thickest fog.
The image is a metaphor really. I'm at the top...the top of my game and the top of the business world.
I feel this way because of Claire. I can't stop thinking about her. I barely slept a wink last night because I was wondering what she was doing and where she's been these last couple days.
A part of me wants to keep tabs on her no matter what. I wonder if she's been out with other men? Not possible. Having what I can offer, I’m confident I can stand against any competition, and win over any girl.
I take the fact that I'm up so early, having gotten no sleep, to my advantage and I hit the gym. I need to keep my mind focused somehow. I like thinking about Claire, but I can’t be clingy on her.
The gym in my place is outfitted with every kind of equipment you can imagine. I have the best of the best. That's how I like everything in my life. And to me, Claire is the best.
Evan's scathing words about her are just untrue. Whether Claire has a fortune or not doesn't matter, she's fucking perfect. A woman with a talent like her can shine and climb higher in her career ladder when given the appropriate opportunities.
She's literally the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and she's smart. She's so intelligent and witty, and she has a certain kind of strength that I admire.
I keep thinking that I need to keep Claire in my life somehow, someway. I'm not sure how to do this considering I haven't had a girlfriend in ages. I never needed one since women satisfy me without having to go through the hassle of relationships.
For the moment, I take my aggression out on the gym. I work out hard and fast. I make every second count. There's no better way to vent than in the gym.
I take a hot shower and let the water fall over me. I think of her and how I wish she was here so I could bend her over the marble bench and fuck her brains out. My cock rises at the idea.
The gym did nothing to squelch my desire for her. I know I'm gonna have to at least talk to her today. I need to hear her voice. Though nothing beats actually being with her.
Electricity courses through my body and I feel connected to her. I'm dying to know where she is and what she's doing. If she were mine, I'd make her check in every minute. My possessiveness is taking over and it's hard to tame.
I dress and intentionally think about my outfit in case I see Claire. I put on one of my finest suits and exit the building.
In the limousine on the way to work, I make a call to Claire.
"Hi, it's me. I can't stop thinking about you. Will you meet me for coffee?" I asked.
"It's nice to hear from you. Sure, I'd love to meet you somewhere," she says.
"Great, I'm having my limo pick you up right now," I say.
My cock is hard at the thought of seeing her. I think about having an early-morning fuck right here in the limo, but I rein it in.
We pull up to her place and she's waiting outside. Damn, she looks beautiful.
She's wearing a little denim dress with an oversized sweater hanging off her shoulders. Her hair falls in waves down her back and those piercing blue eyes stare right at me, through me even, as I get out to open the door for her.
I kiss on the cheek.
"Hello, baby."
She gets in and I immediately roam my hands all over her body.
I kiss her hard and deep and move my hands up her dress. She's wearing practically nothing. A little thong and that's it.
"Liam, God," she says breathlessly. "I missed you too."
I finger her lightly over her panties, enough to make them nice and wet.
We kiss, and I tangled my fingers in her hair and pull her head back slightly to expose her neck. I trickle kisses down it, across her collarbone, and to her beautiful tits that are so full and round.
I feel like fucking her here so bad or dragging her back to my penthouse. Just seeing her is making my cock wild with desire.
Instead, the driver pulls up to the coffee shop and my desires will have to wait.
We get out and Claire straightens her skirt. Her little dress shows off so much of her beautifully toned legs and I long to have my head between them.
"Come on," I take her hand and lead her inside.
We order a couple espressos and sit down. This is the first time I've seen Claire since she abandoned me at breakfast the other day. I want to get to the bottom of what happened but I don't ask.
Instead, I tease her.
"So how's your campaign going for Velvet Luxe.”
She beams up at me and there's a sparkle in her eye. She seems to have forgotten all about whatever was bugging her the other day. She seems back to her usual self and that makes me happy.
"Well, I have to say that it's coming along great. I'm the main person working on it, so there's a lot to do, but it's fun," she says.
"I don't know how you do it, Claire. I have my team working on the campaign. Why don't you delegate more?" I ask her.
She looks at me like the answer is obvious.
"Because, I like to do the work and knowing personally what is going on each project. I like to get my hands dirty."
I don't understand her way of working but I choose not to press the point. I think that since Claire has a whole team of designers working for her that she should have them picking up the slack. She doesn't need to do everything herself.
"I'm going to win," she continues. "After all, as a woman I know way more about lingerie than you do."
She's flirting with me now and it makes me want her even more.
"I beg to differ, Claire. As a man, my position on lingerie is way more interesting."
"Oh yeah?" she says. "Prove it."
A challenge? How tempting. She must not know about my competitive nature.
I get up, flash her a devious smile, and drag her back to the powder room.
"Wait, Liam, where are we going?" she's trying to protest.
I make sure the room at the back of the café is abandoned before locking the door and pinning her up against it.
"You told me to prove it. And I intend on doing just that," I say, getting down to my knees.
I pull up her dress and I can see exactly what kind of lingerie she's wearing. I pull off her tiny thong with my teeth. I spread her legs wide apart with my strong arms, making sure she can't move, and she can't resist.
Then I trail my tongue up along her inner thigh and I feel her quiver beneath my touch. She always trembles a little bit and I love that about her. It means I make her nervous. And that's the way it should be.
I gently slide two fingers inside of her and then circle her clit with my tongue. I breathe hot gusts of air around her, helping her to open up even more.
She's moaning and trying to escape but I've got her back pressed against the wall with my one hand against her torso. She can't move. She's in my grasp for as long as I deem necessary.
"Oh Liam, not here. We can't," she says.
I say nothing but just keep plunging my tongue in and out. I finger her G-spot and suck away the juices that are gushing now. She's so wet for me.
I stop for a moment.
"Claire, you're so wet. I know you want this. Stop fighting it."
Strong as she is, she ignores my words and still tries to get away. What is she running from? I'm here to bring her a sense of ecstasy. She should just fall into it.
I finger her harder for her defiance and I flick my tongue against her clit in a way that I know will bring a sense of painful pleasure.
The move has the desired effect and soon she's coming in my mouth.
She cries out and clutches my hair with both hands.
"Liam, fuck, no. I'm coming so hard," she cries gently so as not to alert the other patrons as to what's happening in here.
I stand up and lean down to kiss her so she can taste herself on my lips. This seems to turn her on more. She's still riding waves of pleasure. As she does so, I feel her hand gripping my cock from the top of my pants.
She fumbles with the button and the zipper, but I stop her.
"No Claire, I say when. And I want you to wait for it. I want you to ache for it."
She looks disappointed and I'm glad. I want her thinking how very close she came to having my cock inside of her. I want to be on her mind all day.
This will teach her that if she tries to run away from me, to challenge me, I will have her begging for it.