CHAPTER 30
KATE
He held my hand the entire way back to the apartment, and try as I might, I just couldn't bring myself to pull it from his grip. It felt so warm and tender. So right. It wasn't awkward or strange to be holding his hand again. In fact, had I pulled it out, that would have felt wrong. It was all so confusing.
One drink. That was what I had promised myself. I was going to sit down, hear what he had to say, and then leave. Come to think of it, I couldn't even recall if he had told me the news he had asked me out for. Did he even have any news?
It was just that the moment we started talking, or after he cleared the air anyway, everything kind of fell into place. I found myself talking non-stop, in a way that I couldn't with anyone else. Not even Liana.
And more interestingly, when he spoke, I just wanted to listen. Everything he said was interesting and funny and unique. It was just like old times. One drink turned into two and then turned into three. Before I knew it, I was in the bathroom, texting James that I was going to have to cancel our dinner. I didn't even care how he felt. It was terrible, and I should have felt guilty, but all I could think about was the fact that I had left Liam out there by himself. What was wrong with me?
And when I asked him back for a drink, I didn't even realize I was doing it. It just slipped out. What's more, as much as I told him that it was only going to be a drink, even I wasn't so sure what was going to happen.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked as I opened the front door to my new apartment.
I had lived there for a little over a month and was already in love with it. It wasn't anything special, but it had walls to separate the rooms, new carpet, a clean kitchen, and neighbors that didn't scream all night. It already felt more like home than my old place ever had.
"It's perfect," Liam said as he stepped inside and looked around. "Seriously, this place is amazing." He may have been exaggerating slightly, but I didn't care. It was nice to hear and just another affirmation that indeed my life was on the right track, finally.
"Right, that drink," I said as I hurried into the kitchen. Apart from it being a modern kitchen, I had more than just vodka to offer. I could afford more than just vodka. "Whiskey?" I yelled out.
"Sure thing," he replied from the living room.
I poured his drink and mine and carried them out to the living room where he was waiting. "Ah, look at you with the whiskey. You really have grown up."
"I can put on my own makeup now, too, without anyone's help," I joked as he took the drink.
"Well, well, well. You're not that little girl anymore, are you?" He smirked as he took a sip.
"No, not at all," I said as I took a sip.
As I did, I looked into his eyes, and he looked into mine. Neither of us blinked, and I could feel the energy radiating between the two of us. It was electric.
"Is that a balcony?" he suddenly asked, pointing behind me.
"Of course. What, you don’t have one?" I laughed at my own joke.
It was only a small balcony coming off the living room. But considering I was on the twelfth floor with a view of the Park, it struck quite the impressive addition.
"Your old place barely had a fire escape," he joked as he moved to it. Going to open it, he found it to be locked.
"Here let me," I hurried to the sliding door, stepping between his arms as I opened the door. "You need to see this view."
I stepped out onto the balcony. The balcony had one deck chair and a glass, round table. The railing was made of brick and ran waist high. I walked to it, putting my hands on the top of the railing as I looked out over the city. It was then that I felt him behind me. His body pressed up against the back of mine as he stepped behind me, also looking out over the city.
"It's beautiful," he said.
All the while, his body remained pressed against my back. I could feel his crotch in my butt and his hot breath on the back of my neck. I was wedged between him and the railing, and although I could have ducked out of the way, I didn't want to.
"You think so?" I asked, in almost a whisper.
"Yes," he said.
As he said it, his lips touched the back of my neck. I let off an involuntary moan as my knees spasmed. He kissed me again, and I moaned again, but louder.
"Liam, we shouldn't," I said with little conviction.
"I know," he responded, whispering in my ear as his tongue ran up the side of it.
He then kissed my neck again. His hands ran down and rested on my butt. From there, I knew there was no more saying no.
As if he could read my mind, he spun me around by grabbing onto my waist. The moment that we faced one another, we kissed. Like fire erupting between us, I had never felt such heat and passion. I kissed him deeply, and he kissed me back. My hands ran through his hair as he gripped me by the side.
His tongue danced inside my mouth. I nibbled at it, played with it, teased it. Our lips locked onto one another’s. I could have kissed him for hours. I had missed it so much and wanted to show him just that.
His hands wrapped around my waist and lifted me onto the handrail. My legs wrapped around him and pulled him in close. He found the bottom of my tank and tore it off, throwing it over the edge of the balcony. This was followed by my bra. I didn't even care. I just wanted him on me. All over me. Inside of me.
His lips found my nipples. First my right and then my left. He bit and tore at them. They enlarged in his mouth until they were both swollen and hard. Even then, he continued to bite at them. His hands let go of me, trusting that I had the balance, as he then began to massage my breasts.
As he did that I pulled his shirt off, also throwing it over the balcony. I pushed him back, just enough so that I could play with his bare chest. I kissed him down the chest, loving the way that he tasted. That salty, sweaty taste was divine. I licked and bit at him. I couldn't get enough. All the while, he ran his hands over my back, scratching and stroking me.
I was wearing jeans, so they weren't going to be easy to remove, but he found a way. He wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting me in the air just enough so that he could yank my pants off me. The moment they were off, he fell to his knees.
I still had my panties on, a silk thong. He kissed my thighs, sending shivers up my legs. He pinched my thighs. He licked them. He worked his mouth around my pussy, careful to go near it but never actually touch it. I hung on to the top of his head for support, running my hands through his hair.
His lips then kissed my panty line softly. He licked above where my clit was. He then bit at it, nibbled. He played with my panties, using them as a barrier between his mouth and my own lips. His hand then moved up my thigh, running along my panty line, until I felt it pushed to the side. Unable to wait any longer, he finally plunged his tongue into me.
I threw my head back. The wind whipped at my hair. I was very aware of where I was, perched on the balcony, my legs resting on Liam's shoulders as he ate me out. His tongue licked inside my lips, penetrating me. He ran it up to my clit, licking the top, sucking on it with his mouth, tickling and stroking it. I pushed his head in further so that his entire mouth was wrapped around my pussy.
From there, I simply tried not to fall as he ate me out. The sensation was divine, and I had forgotten how good he was at it, and how much I had missed it.
Next, only when he had brought me on the verge of orgasm did he pull his mouth from me. Standing up, he pulled me from the hand railing, spinning me around so that I was bent over it. He then dropped his own pants. I could feel his already hard cock pressed up against my butt.
I reached underneath my legs, wrapping my hand around his massive shaft. It felt so big in my hand, I literally shook at the thought of it inside me. I cocked my leg up, allowing him to get in nice and close. Then he entered me.
I sucked in between my teeth as his shaft pushed at the lips of my wet pussy. It pressed against them, struggling to enter. He was so big, and I was so tight. But eventually, he found a way. Inch by inch, he slid inside of me. My knees nearly dropped out from under me as he entered me. I could feel him stretching me out, testing what I could take.
Once he was all the way inside of me, I began to do what I knew. I moved my hips up and down, working his cock like I used to. I would move up, pulling it from my lips until his head was about to pop out, and then I would push myself down, swallowing the whole thing again. I kept my legs together so that I was as tight as possible.
As I bounced on his cock, I felt a sharp pain explode across my ass cheek. He spanked me. I let out a scream, so he did it again. My entire torso was hanging over the balcony. My breasts bounced up and down, my body seethed, and my hair whipped in the wind. Horns from the street honked, I could hear people yelling. And I didn't care.
I continued to ride him. He held on for dear life. As I came closer to orgasm, as that fire began to work its way through my body, I indicated to him that I was ready, and he tapped my butt to let me know that he was too.
I clenched my legs in tighter, and I moved my hips faster. He did the same. His movements became more erratic, more unpredictable. I could feel his legs shaking, as were mine. I could feel his body vibrating, as was mine. I could feel him about to come, as was I.
As he came inside me, I came on him. In perfect sync, the two of us orgasmed together, and I couldn't remember a time that it had ever felt so good. I hadn't meant to sleep with Liam that night. Right up until it happened, I told myself that I wasn't going to, and yet, now that I had, I didn't regret it. Not one little bit.
--
We moved from the balcony soon after our session and made our way to the bedroom. Laying there in his arms, I couldn't believe that it had been three months since the last time. It felt like nothing had changed and that we were back together. I wasn't sure if I was ready to go back to the way that things were, but I knew that I was willing to try.
There was just one problem that I had to address. It hadn't even occurred to me before, but now that I lay in bed with Liam, it couldn't believe that I had forgotten all about it.
"Hey, Liam, there’s something I need to tell you," I said as I nuzzled in closer.
"Okay," he said back.
He had been oddly quiet since we had moved to the bed. I hadn't really noticed before, assuming that he was lost in the moment, but now that I had something to tell him, it felt like he already knew. He felt like he was already mad about it.
"Well, it's just that, I'm kind of seeing someone at the moment."
"What?" he asked, suddenly sitting up.
"It's no big deal. We're not serious or anything but—"
"You cheated on someone with me?" he asked, pushing himself backward and away from me.
"What? No. Well, kind of. But like I said, we're not serious and tonight just kind of happened."
"I've got to go," he said, and just like that, he was out of bed.
"What?" I said, not believing what I was hearing. Was he really leaving because of that? There was no way.
"You should have told me," he said as he hurried to find his pants. "You should have said something."
I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if there was anything I could say. Within a second, he had found his pants and had them on. A second after that and he was out of the room and out the front door.
I was shocked. I remained sitting in bed for some time, staring at the door where he had just disappeared. I had no idea what had happened, and every time that I thought about it, I only became more confused. I just refused to believe that he had flipped out over such a small thing. After all he had done to me, he really had no right.
And yet, there I was. Alone once again. Liam had, for the third time, built me up so that he could break me down. What was I going to do now?