LIAM

 

Liam slammed the hot blonde up against the back of the women’s restroom door after shutting and locking it.

He kissed her deep and ground his erection into her stomach unabashedly. After all, she was the one who pulled him into the bathroom after a short ten minutes of heavy flirting. If she wasn’t going to bother being subtle, well, why should he?

“You’re the hottest girl I’ve laid me eyes on.” Tonight anyway. He didn’t add that last part. A little flattery was expected with these things.

His hand roamed up from her waist to cup her breast. He paused when he felt how unnaturally firm they were. Like two hard little melons. Damn, even girls out here in the middle of nowhere got boob jobs? Was nothing sacred anymore?

But hey, boobs were boobs. Liam plucked at her nipples through the thin little nothing spandex tube top she was wearing.

Then she pulled back from him. “I want to blow you. Is that okay?”

Liam’s eyebrows went up. “Well, who am I to deny a beautiful woman when she wants what she wants?”

She giggled. “I love how fancy you talk.”

It never failed. His Irish accent got him almost as much tail here in America as being a famous playboy billionaire had back in Dublin.

She dropped to her knees right there on the restroom floor and reached for his pants. Liam leaned back against the door and crossed his hands behind his head. He couldn’t help smirking as her little hands fumbled with his belt and zipper.

He could help her, sure, but watching the show like this was more fun. Eventually she managed to get her greedy little hand in his slacks. She yanked out his cock.

Ow. “Gentle,” he hissed, his hands dropping to her bleach blonde hair.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes and smiled. “Sorry. I just want to taste you so bad. I didn’t mean to be rough. I’ve seen you at the bar before and I was always hoping we might…” She glanced down like she was bashful.

She had her hand on his knob, her lips an inch away from his crown and she was going to pretend to be shy now? Come the feck on.

Liam wanted to growl at her to shut up and get her mouth on his dick already. He stopped himself at the last second. An Irish accent would only get a lad so far.

And wasn’t the whole reason he’d taken this extended vacation to America because he was tired of everyone bowing and scraping at his feet no matter how he treated them? He was trying to learn how to be a decent human being for a change.

He put on his most charming smile, the one he knew brought out his dimples. The bettys went mad for dimples. “Well looking hot as fuck in that little red minidress was sure a good way to get me attention.”

She pulled his cock toward her mouth and gave a long, sloppy lick up the bottom side of his shaft. She repeated the action several times, licking him up and down. In a way that reminded him of a deer at a salt lick.

“Why don’t you suck me?” He put a little pressure on her head. “Pretend I’m your favorite flavored popsicle, yeah?”

“Am I getting you hot?” she asked, holding the base of his shaft and smiling up at him. Some of her lipstick had smeared onto her chin while she’d been licking at him. Liam had to fight to keep his cockstand.

“Yeah,” he said, less than enthusiastically. “So now why don’t you suck me in your mouth? That’ll get me even hotter.”

She grinned like he’d just said Christmas was coming early and popped the crown of his cock in her mouth.

Fucking finally. Liam was just about to relax against the door and enjoy the ride when she suddenly gagged and yanked back from him.

“Sorry,” she said. Jaysus, the lipstick situation was even worse now, a little bit of saliva dripping from her bottom lip. “I have a really sensitive gag reflex.”

So why’d she fuckin’ go down on him in the first place? This was getting less and less fun by the minute.

“Look, maybe this was a bad idea.” Liam pulled his pelvis back from her mouth and would have stepped away except she still had an iron grip on his dick.

“No, wait!” Her eyes flashed panic and she jumped back to her feet. She leaned in for a kiss but Liam turned his head, not wanting to make contact with her manky lipstick smeared mouth.

She just rolled with it, though. She went up on tiptoe so she could whisper in his ear, hand still on his cock. “I just want to be with you. You can stick it anywhere. Up my ass if you want.”

Well shite. A woman went and made an offer like that, what was a lad to do?

She finally let go of his knob and sauntered over to the sink. She wiped her mouth with her forearm, which helped clear off the smeared lipstick. She was sorta pretty. In the same generic way a hundred other girls were. Liam wasn’t sure if it was worth it. Sure, he hadn’t got his oats off in a while, but the rest of the guys were outside and he’d already been gone too long—

Then the woman—Brittany? Betty? he couldn’t remember—bent over at the waist, her arse pointed toward Liam. She yanked up the nothing little scrap of spandex that was her miniskirt and damn.

Her tits might be fake, but that was one-hundred percent genuine, Grade A American arse. She leaned to look at him over her shoulder, then widened her stance even further so that he could just make out the contours of her shaved pussy.

“Any hole you want,” she repeated her earlier offer.

Liam’s cock jumped. He dropped a hand to jerk his shaft up and down as he took a step toward her. He pulled a condom out of his pocket. Lessons that every good Irish boy learned early—never leave the house without a rain-slicker or a handful of condoms. The hope being that even if it was raining cats and dogs outside, a lad would always have a warm, safe place to stick his prick.

“Oh I’m clean,” the woman said when her eyes dropped to the condom in his hand.

“That’s nice,” Liam said, rolling the condom down his cock as he stared at her tight little arse. This just might be her best side. Yeah she was pretty but she was obviously one of those birds who knew it. Tons of make-up, the fake boobs.

Liam slapped her arse and it jiggled just like a proper arse should. She yelped and glared at him over her shoulder. The glare lasted just a moment, though. The next second she’d softened her features and she licked along her top lip in a way that was obviously meant to be seductive. “Do you want me to help you get it in?”

“No, I got it. Just lean over. Face forward.” He put his hand on her spine to urge her a little lower. His balls were aching and he really wanted to just fuck this chick and get out of here. It’d been almost a month and her pussy was better than his hand.

But it’d really go a lot easier if she just stopped fuckin’ talking. His cockstand was already drooping again and that was just a fecking shame. Her face might only be a six but this arse really was a nine.

His hands dropped down and he caressed the round globes, closing his eyes and pressing his condom covered cock into the crevice of her arse. He massaged and molded her cheeks until they cupped his hard-on.

“Jaysus,” he whispered. “You got one fine arse here.”

He reached around to strum at her clit, still half lost in the feel of his cock grinding her arse. But his eyes popped abruptly open when he touched her flesh and realized she was barely wet at all. What the fuck?

“Oh, that feels so good,” she said breathily, wiggling her arse against his hard on.

“Does it?”

She must not have heard the skepticism in his voice because she just let out another breathy moan.

All right, well, fair enough. He hadn’t done much to work her up other than shoving her up against the wall when they first got in here and then having her gag on his knob. He was willing to put in the work. Any woman who slept with him was damn well going to get off.

It was another of the promises he’d made to himself when he crossed an ocean to leave his old life behind. How many bettys had he fucked throughout his youth without bothering to see to their pleasure? They were fighting to throw themselves on his cock and service him without asking for anything in return. Okay, that wasn’t true—they asked for plenty. Exclusive club memberships. Diamond bracelets. Trips to the Riviera. Just not orgasms. Because that might make them look too demanding.

Liam shook his head and tried to come fully back to this moment. This woman. This arse.

His forefinger quickly zeroed in on her clit and her body jolted when he made contact. Oh yeah. He hadn’t lost his touch. He circled the small bud, loving the feel of how it hardened but all the hot flesh around stayed soft and yielding. He reached around with his other hand and dipped a finger inside her.

She hissed out in pleasure and pressed back against him. And for the first time, it didn’t feel like a calculated move. That was goddamned right. He’d make her so crazy she’d forget to put on some stupid fecking show.

He leaned over and kissed the back of her neck, still circling her clit with a gentle, explorative touch.

After his misspent youth and finishing Uni, he really put in the time to discovering the mechanics of female pleasure. He nipped with his teeth at the back of her neck even as he slipped a second finger inside her.

“Oh. God,” she whimpered, shuddering around his fingers.

“That’s right,” he coaxed, his cock coming back to full mast at her response. “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

“But you—” she tried to protest. “Stick it in so we can—”

“Hush.” Liam finally increased the pressure on her clitoris, returning over and over again to one particular spot that made her words cut off and her back arch.

“Yes. Keep— Oh my God, yes.”

Liam used his thumb to continue strumming her clit. Then he tugged her hair so she’d look over her shoulder at him. He loved watching women while they came. No matter what they rated on the hotness scale, they became beautiful during climax.

“Now,” he ordered, losing the cheerful joviality he’d had all night. “Come. Fucking now.”

Her eyebrows lifted and then her whole face scrunched in surprised longing that almost looked like pain as she orgasmed. Jaysus, he loved that. That line between pleasure and pain. And how fucking fleeting it all was.

Her mouth dropped open and her head tipped back as the shudders racked her body. Liam kept stroking her all the way through it, more fucking turned on than he had been all night. He was finally hard as a rock against her.

Her body had barely stopped quaking before he had his cock nudging at her now drenched pussy. He grabbed his shaft and rubbed the crown back and forth over her swollen lips.

“Yes. Oh God, yes. Please, Liam. Make love to me. Oh my God,” her voice was hoarse. “I’ve never made love with a billionaire before. You’re even more amazing than I thought— Oh!” She grabbed the sink and swiveled her head to look at him as he yanked back from her. “What is it, baby?”

“What did you just say?” He stared at her, willing himself to have misheard her.

She giggled and pushed a stray hair out of her flushed face, again putting on that fake fucking show of innocence. It made him want to fucking gag. In fact, everything about this little bar bathroom tryst was suddenly making him sick to his stomach.

“Just that I’ve never— well, you know.” She blinked her eyes up at him in a way he imagined her practicing in front of a mirror. “Been with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” It took most of his newly acquired self-discipline to keep his cool.

“You know.” She lowered her eyebrows and whispered, “A billionaire.”

Liam jerked away from her like she’d slapped him. “Who told you that?”

“Nobody told me, silly.” She stood up, not bothering to smooth down her skirt. The red fabric bunched around her waist, her pussy still exposed. She tried to take a step toward him but he held out a hand to stop her. She cocked her head to the side like she was confused.

“So how’d you know?”

She shrugged, smiling and taking another step toward him. Liam didn’t move and she ran a hand down the buttons on his shirt. She did that thing where she angled her face down and then looked up at him through her lashes.

Another practiced fucking move if he ever saw one. Jaysus, this woman was as bad as any of those leeches back in Dublin. How did he not spot it earlier? He was out of practice, that was for sure. His hand shot up and he gripped her wrist, prying her away from him. “How did you know who I am?”

Her smile faltered as she tried to pull her arm out of his grasp. He didn’t let go.

“How?” he demanded.

“Look, it’s no big deal,” she tried to laugh it off, pulling her hand back when Liam finally let go of her. “I was just curious about the new people in town, so I googled you. Everybody does it.”

She was lying. “What’d you google? You don’t even know my name.”

She looked at the floor before trying on another insincere smile. “Well, Google has that feature where you can look up people by their faces now. So last time you were in the bar, I snapped a picture.”

“Jaysus.” He walked several steps back from her. She was a goddamned stalker. And he’d almost— Jaysus. He cringed even at the thought. He’d had a few obsessive women try to stalk him back in Dublin. Then there was the woman he’d had an affair with who tried to claim he was the father of her baby. That had been a fecking nightmare. No wonder this slag hadn’t wanted to wear a condom. She was probably hoping she’d get knocked up and that she could sink her hooks into his life and his bank account permanently.

He was about to turn and get the hell out of there but he stopped. “Who else have you told? About who I really am?”

Her eyes went wide. “Oh I would never tell a soul. I know you wanted to get away from all that scandal and I would hate for any of that to get out—”

“Are you trying to fuckin’ blackmail me?” he bit out.

“No!” she exclaimed and for once she sounded genuine. “I wouldn’t want any of these other bitches getting a hold of you. Besides,” her voice softened. “I know what it’s like to be rich when everyone around you is poor. Daddy owns half the land in this county and people have been jealous of me my whole life. But I knew you’d understand me completely. It was like,” she shook her head, “like fate brought you to me.”

“What a crock of shite.” Liam glared at her. “I didn’t come halfway around the world just to pick me up another damn stalker. This,” he waved between them, “is never happenin’.”

With that he pushed past her and headed for the door. He unlocked it and swung it open, zipping up his fly as he went.

Only to find a thin lad standing on the other side reaching for the handle, a surprised look on his face when he saw Liam. Coming out of the women’s restroom.

Then again, he was a dude reaching for the ladies, so he was obviously confused in general.

“Hey man, wrong bathroom. This is the ladies.”

The lad just stared at Liam. He was wearing a thick flannel shirt underneath overalls and a dirty trucker’s hat. Liam had seen him at the bar a few times. One of the sad little ranchers who lived around here. When he just kept standing there without saying anything, Liam wondered if he was slow. Jaysus, sometimes this little backwoods town was depressing as fuck.

“Ladies bathroom,” Liam said slower, pointing to the stick figure with a skirt on the door.

“I am a lady. Um, a woman, I mean.”

Oh. Shite. Liam’s eyes immediately dropped to her chest but the flannel was too bulky to make out if there were any breasts hiding underneath. “Sorry.”

When he looked up at her face, he could see that though her features were angular, if he tilted his head just right… yeah, she was female. Especially considering the way her cheeks were turning pink.

“Do you mind?” She glared at him.

Liam held up his hands. “Sorry. Sorry.” He moved out of the way. She shoved the bathroom door the rest of the way open and disappeared inside.

Liam ran his hands through his hair. Way to feckin’ step in it. He headed for the bar. He needed another drink. Or ten.