Liam’s been holding my hand, but now he pulls me closer to him and strokes the top of my head.
“Of course, I’m fine. My brother’s a dickhead, but he was looking out for me. It was my fault for the way I told my parents. I shocked everyone. Don’t worry. I’ll call them again tomorrow, and we’ll keep doing that while on the tour. Once my mother gets to know you, she’ll be fine. I’m sure she’s more upset because she didn’t get to fuss over me at the wedding.”
“It must be nice to have people who worry about you that much.”
The limousine pulls up at the Four Seasons hotel again, and as we get out of the car, Liam whispers into my ear, “You do have people who worry about you that much. You’re part of the Saving Tate family now.” He smiles and then adds, “As soon as I get you up into the bedroom, we’re going to consummate our marriage again, and this time you’re going to remember every moment of it.”
My heart flutters, and I feel a weakness in my knees.
Liam leads me through the hotel lobby behind Tate and Zoey. Both the bandmates stop a few times to sign autographs and take photos with fans who have stayed awake just to see them. The hotel concierge doesn’t look overly impressed at the intrusion, but if the fans have rooms in the hotel, there’s nothing he can do. Eventually, we make it into the elevator. Zoey and Tate instantly lock lips, Tate’s hands roaming his fiancée’s body.
Liam again whispers into my ear, “Do you wish that was me with my hands all over you? Caressing your tits and trailing a path with my hands to between your thighs.”
My breathing quickens, and somehow, even though I still don’t understand what these guys consider to be romantic, I know this is Liam’s foreplay. He wants me hot and panting for him by the time we get into the room.
I’ve been a timid little wallflower for long enough, and a strong urge of desire takes over my body. I reach out and rub my hand against Liam’s cock that’s covered by his jeans. He’s semi hard, and he lengthens under my touch.
The elevator dings when we reach the top floor.
“Maybe I just want to run my hands over you.” I wink at him as I get out of the elevator, making sure to sway my hips seductively as I go.
Zoey and Tate quickly disappear into their room, just in time. Tate’s hands were already down Zoey’s pants, and that’s not something I want to see. I’m more interested in having Liam’s hands underneath my skirt.
Liam opens the door while I stand patiently next to him. He grabs my hand and pulls me inside. The second he does, my back is slammed against the wall, and his lips are on mine. They search out my taste, my desire for him, and I give him everything.
Wanton moans of pleasure escape my lips as he continues to kiss me hard. His hands trail down my body, over my breasts, and under my skirt. They blaze a hot path of fire where they touch my skin, igniting every nerve ending in my body, especially when Liam dips a finger into my panties and runs it along the length of my slit. He pushes the finger unmercifully inside me, and I cry out with the intrusion. There’s no pain—it’s completely pleasurable. I want it…no, I need it. His thumb finds my clit, and he circles it. All the while, his lips are joined to mine, and our tongues battle in a frenzied kiss.
I feel the onset of an orgasm almost immediately. I try to make what’s happening between us last longer, but I can’t. I have to come, and in a few seconds, I explode around Liam’s fingers. He holds me steady with his other hand as my legs turn to jelly. I moan my release into his mouth, and he captures it and swallows it down as if it’s the finest wine.
“I need inside you.” Liam groans as my orgasm subsides.
He swoops me into his arms, carries me to the bed, and before I realize what’s happening, he’s divested me of my clothes and his are flying in all directions around the room.
“I want you inside me. I want to remember it all this time. I want to know what it feels like to be joined with my husband.”
Liam slides up my body, kissing every inch of my skin. When he reaches my lips, he stills and stares down at me.
“I love you, Yivi.”
“I love you too. I know it may be instant love, but it’s real. I can’t imagine not being in your arms.”
A tear falls from my eye and trails a path down my cheek. Liam captures it with his fingers, and bringing it to his lips, he licks the saltiness of my emotions.
“I’ll be gentle, Yivi.”
Liam tenderly lays me on the bed, so I’m lying on my back. He opens my legs wide and positions himself at my entrance. A look of worry must pass over my face.
“I don’t ever want to hurt you. I’ll make it feel good. I promise,” he reassures me.
“I trust you,” I reply and try to relax my body as Liam pushes into me slowly. I feel every muscle stretching to welcome his hard length. He’s wide and long, and it seems to take forever before I feel his groin pressing against my body.
We still, staring at each other again—our eyes joined just as intimately as our bodies. I don’t remember losing my virginity the first time, but a fleeting memory of the drunken night tells me it was like this. I’m happy.
“Are you all right?” Liam questions.
“Yes.” I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. “I’ve never felt better.”
The pressure inside me grows, and I breathe faster and faster.
“I need you to move, please,” I beg.
Liam withdraws and then pushes back inside me. I cry out as every nerve ending welcomes what’s happening. My body sings a joyful song of bliss.
“More.” I let the wanton woman hidden inside me out and buck my hips to get Liam to go faster.
He’s still being really tender with me, but my body is telling me I need more. I want to listen to it. I want to obey it. I’ve always been told to deny what I feel, but with Liam, it’s different. He’s taught me I’m not a follower—I’m a leader, and I can do what I want…within reason, of course. What I want to do now is respond to the cacophony of music my body is singing to me.
“I don’t know how long I’m going to last.” Liam grits his teeth as he moves his hips faster.
“Liam, oh God, it’s too good. How can I feel this happy?”
“Because you’ve got my cock inside you, just where it belongs. It’s found its home, and if it has its way, apart from concerts, it’s never going to leave.”
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I can barely breathe as my body shudders and pulsates. It’s stronger than anything I’ve felt before and is amplified when Liam roars his own release inside me, and I feel the hot spurts of his cum coating my insides.
Having been told all my life that the only reason I was created was to welcome cum and create a child, the thought of a man coming bare inside me should scare me. However, Liam asked Zoey to take me to a doctor, and I was given a shot so Liam and I can enjoy sex together without the risk of a child, until we decide we want one. I think I like this way of life better. I don’t want to be a mother yet. I’m barely an adult, and there’s so much I need to learn.
My orgasm subsides, and Liam pulls out of me. I wince, letting out a little yelp of pain as he does. He slides from the bed and heads into the bathroom, returning almost as quickly as he disappeared with a wet towel and presses it to my core. I welcome the cooling effect against my heated flesh.