Sweetened Up
(Darcy)
I can’t bring myself to look at Liam, and my eyes fix on the hand that’s trapping me against the large marble-topped island workstation.
“Stop denying yourself, sweetheart,” His rich voice wraps around me and I struggle to remember why I’m resisting him.
“I can’t,” I say, my voice uncharacteristically weak.
His closeness envelopes me with the scent of his expensive cologne as well as his magnetism. His confidence is like nothing I’ve encountered in all my years in business. My heart pounds in my chest, and I close my eyes to search for the pain of the past. If I can remember that now, then I’ll be able to resist him. Except, no matter how hard I search, I can’t find it.
“Did you forget Austin already? Forget how good I made you feel? Because that was nothing compared to how I’m going to make you feel.”
I whimper at the thought. Though my mind is searching for the memory of the pain, all I can remember is Liam’s touch and how I quivered in his arms.
He hooks his finger under my chin, and tilts my face to his. With heat pooling between my legs, I drag my eyes up to his. The second our eyes connect, I feel the same jolt down my spine as before.
Liam crushes his lips against mine. I’m powerless to resist him, and I melt under his touch faster than the chocolate melted in my mouth.
All night, I’ve been torn, fighting myself between wanting to run and wanting to be in his arms. And now, here I am, pinned against the counter, his mouth frantic against mine. All thoughts of running are fast dissolving.
My body flames with heat, and for a second I worry he’s going to pull his lips away and let me leave. Instead, his mouth presses harder against mine, hungrier. Tingles rush over my skin, straight to my pussy.
Liam lets go of the counter to pull me tight against his strong body, and I think my panties have dissolved. His cock is rock hard, and straining at his tuxedo pants. A moan escapes my throat, and I shamelessly press my body tight against his.
Still kissing me, he unzips my dress and slips it off my shoulders. I do nothing to resist. It falls in a puddle around my feet. I’m left standing in only my heels and panties.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice screams be careful, don’t get hurt again, but I muffle it with a moan.
I squeeze my hands between us, and work at undoing Liam’s buttons — the point at which he pushed me away at the hotel room. This time, he does nothing to stop me. Instead, he shrugs his tux jacket onto the floor behind him.
When the buttons are undone, I pull his shirt open, exposing his bare skin to mine.
Our mouths are still connected, and I can’t look at him, but my fingers run over his torso. His chest is sculpted, and his abs run in ridges under my searching fingers. It feels like perfection, something so good I have to see it to believe it.
Tugging my mouth away, I tilt my head down, getting as good a look of Liam as I can with my body so close to his.
I’m shocked when I see the tattoos covering his glorious left pec, and extend around his side and all the way to his waist. Tribal designs that twist and twirl and interact with each other over his muscular body.
The discovery immediately makes my pussy both flood and clench at the anticipation.
Liam then pushes me away, my body, my lips. Pushes me right back against the counter again. His big hands clamp onto my waist, and he lifts me onto the counter in a swift easy movement. The marble is cold through my thin panties, but at this stage I don’t care.
I still can’t drag my eyes off his tattoo-covered body. I’d expected to find an amazing body under his suit, but I wasn’t prepared for the tattoos. I wonder how many people know about them, or if they’re as big a secret as his name.
He trails kisses down my neck and chest, cupping each of my breasts and using his tongue to toy with my nipples.
His hands skim over my sides, running up and down the curve of my waist.
“God, your soft curves are perfect,” he says, squeezing the flesh of my hip.
Unsure what to say, I grasp at his shirt, wanting him to take it off. Liam flicks his eyes up to me and laughs before pulling it off.
His arms are as strong as his chest and abs, and my eyes trace over his hard biceps. There are no tattoos there, and I realize there aren’t any anywhere that wouldn’t be hidden by a T-shirt.
I lean forward, wanting to touch his amazing body, to run my hands and tongue over every inch of it. But he puts a hand on my shoulder and stops me.
“I’m going to have fun with you tonight,” he says with a devilish smile.
“Oh?”
“Have another truffle,” Liam says with authority.
He quickly grabs one and pushes it into my mouth. As I bite, he pulls it away, and the liquid chocolate center drips down my chin and trickles onto my breasts.
I lift my hand to wipe the chocolate, but before I can, Liam leans in. Following the line of chocolate, he kisses down my front and softly licks the chocolate from my breasts.
Liam takes another truffle, and bites into it. As he bites, he turns the little chocolate ball to keep the liquid chocolate inside from spilling. He holds it to my lips, and says, “Taste.”
His eyes capture mine, and our gazes lock, causing my body to hum and buzz from head to toe. I don’t know what it is about this man that makes me want to abandon everything I’ve believed and lived by for the past four years.
I dart my tongue out of my mouth and lick out the chocolate center without breaking eye contact. He smiles in approval.
Quickly grabbing another truffle, he bites it the same way and holds it towards me, I assume to lick out again. But as it reaches my lips, he twists it and the liquid center runs down my chin and onto my breasts.
I expect him to lick it off again. Instead, he lifts a finger to the spilled chocolate and twirls it around, as if he’s finger painting on me. Taking another truffle, I stare into his eyes as he bites into it and holds it against my breasts.
Still holding the truffle, he slides it over and around my pearled nipples, leaving a trail of chocolate in his wake. He leans in, and closes his mouth over mine, tasting of the delicious chocolate he’s coating me in.
I moan involuntarily, and he kisses across my cheek.
“So this was dessert,” I say, my voice a mere breath. I can’t believe I’m letting him do this, but it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.
“It wasn’t the plan, but I always take advantage of an opportunity,” he says, low into my ear.
Liam reaches for a nearby container, and says, “Lay down on the counter.”
Following his command, I kick off my shoes and lay down on the counter. The cold marble instantly hardening my already firm nipples. He grabs his shirt and puts it under my head, as a makeshift pillow.
Tugging my panties down, he drops them to the floor and I am completely naked, lying along his marble island.
The container is filled with a chocolate sauce, not completely liquid, but smooth enough to flow and spread without being hot. Liam dips his fingers into the container, then stokes my body. All over, he decorates me while my walls get wetter and wetter, until I’m dripping all over the counter.
As he works, he says, “Like I told you, my family was chocolatiers. They only worked with the finest Belgian techniques to create the best chocolates possible. But they never worked with anything as wonderful as you.”
He leans and licks the chocolate off my nipples before adding more in its place.
It’s surreal, but I’m dripping wet from his actions. From laying here and being used for his amusement. I whimper, wishing he would touch my pussy, the way he’d touched it in Austin. I part my legs slightly, in want.