I’d never seen a woman so beautiful in my life. She wasn’t jumping at me, begging me to sign her tits. She wasn’t drunk singing her favorite Filthy Line song at me. She wasn’t staring at me with glitz and glamour eyes.
It put me in a whole different world.
And I didn’t mind it.
I touched Liv’s face. “So, what did you get and what do you want?”
Liv smiled. “I got your dick, Nash. And I’m going to get my book deal.”
“You are so filthy, babe,” I whispered.
“I learned from the best,” she said.
I did something I never thought I would ever do.
I put down a bottle of whiskey in exchange for a woman.
My fingers dipped between her legs as she looked so fucking perfect on my bed. It was the biggest bed I could buy and it was a bed that I kept for myself. But now I was sharing it with Liv. Her soft warmth consumed me as I made circles with my fingers, feeling the honey dripping from her body. Her hips lifted and bucked at me, wanting me inside her. I pulled back as she chased me, curling my fingertips to her clit which instantly made her cry out and put her head back.
She was naked.
I was only wearing jeans.
Her lips tasted like the whiskey she had been sipping, along with the whiskey I had been drinking. There were invisible kisses all over her neck and down her chest. My eyes stared down at her breasts - both of them - and I grinned, thinking about the night in the hotel hallway when she showed me one tit.
Slowly breaking that seal of her wildness, showing her that excess did have its benefits. And that sometimes in life the only moment that mattered was the one resting in your fucking hand.
Just like now… her clit resting against my touch, me in command, but it was her body commanding mine. The sound of my fingers playing in her honeypot, sliding up and down with ease, knowing I could end her but I had other plans for that.
Her left hand held my shoulder tight and she rolled toward me, biting at my chest as she groaned. I took a deep breath, smelling her hair. I gritted my teeth, realizing the things I was doing weren’t part of the norm for me. Knowing her name. Caring about her pleasure. Memorizing the curves of her body. Exploring her sex with great detail. The taste on my lips from kissing her shoulder making me want to do it again. The smell of her hair. The way her hair touched the sheets on my bed. The curve of her back leading to the curve of her ass. Her left leg slightly bent and moved a little more forward than her right leg. Her inner thighs squeezing tight to my touch as she drove her hips with wild lust against my touch.
Liv kissed my chest and let out a breath.
I pulled away from her and moved my hand from her slit all the way up her body, putting her on her back. My hand cupped under her left breast and her beautiful rose-pink nipple pointed up at me.
Her perfect blue eyes tried to tempt me with innocence but I wasn’t going to buy into any more of that shit.
I lowered my mouth down to her nipple and my tongue unleashed on her. Flicking in all directions, leaving Liv writhing under me, her left hand digging harder into the back of my neck. I knew damn well where her limits were and fuck me for admitting it in such a wild moment but I never wanted to hurt her. Whether I was teasing her nipple or teasing her heart…
I stopped and growled.
“Nash… don’t stop…”
I turned my head and saw her eyes again.
Fuck.
I rubbed my nose against her nipple and took her breast into my mouth. I pulled back with a sloppy wet noise and did the same thing over and over. I moved to her other breast and did the same there too. My right hand moved to her side and traveled down to her hip and I pulled her toward me. Pulled her on top of me.
Liv threw her hair back and put her hands to my chest.
My hands grabbed for her face, wanting her to stay there for a few seconds. So I could steal those seconds and lock them away in a place nobody knew existed. Because it was a place I made. Just for her.
Liv pressed her body against mine, grinding against my jeans.
“No fucking way, babe,” I whispered. “Get the real thing. This is a no dry humping zone.”
Liv laughed and rolled her eyes.
It drove me crazy she could go from pleasure eyes to annoyed eyes in a second with me. Like we were comfortable together. Like we were…
As Liv started to move down my body, I chased whatever thoughts away that had been lingering.
Her full breasts slid down my chest, down my stomach, over my jeans. Her hands opened my jeans and she pulled them down enough to finally let my thickness roam free. But as it tried to jump around, Liv grabbed it tight, holding me at the root, her lips magnetic, kissing my cock.
I gritted my teeth again and watched as her sweet tongue ran up my shaft. She moved right over the tip of my cock and had no problems taking me into her mouth. I let out a long hissing breath as she wanted to show me that she could test herself. Going down like an elevator from the top floor to the ground floor, I growled in my throat, fighting the sudden urge to fill her mouth some more with something else.
She carefully worked her way back up leaving me to feel the details of her lips against my hardness. She paused at my tip and pressed her tongue, fighting for space that just wasn’t there. Watching her and feeling her were two separate things in life. She moved her hand from my cock and had both hands on my legs. Her hair fell all around. And she didn’t care. Her only care was what her mouth was doing to me. Moving down and back up, picking up speed as she got more comfortable with me.
I smiled, wondering if she was thinking about what she said that one night. Busting into the backstage room and watching a Line Whore do her job…
I reached down and slipped my fingers into Liv’s hair. My fist curled tight and I sucked in a breath. She groaned and the vibration trickled through my entire cock. Through my entire body.
That was all I needed for the moment.
I playfully tugged at her hair and took myself from her mouth.
She looked up at me, out of breath, her eyes burning brighter than I had ever seen.
I nodded. “Come here, babe.”
Liv climbed up my body with speed. My hands ran down her body and grabbed at the back of her legs. She lunged forward, her tits in my face. I smelled her skin, laced with sweat and sex already. Her legs quivered in my hands and I lined myself up to her throbbing core. I lowered her down, my tip breaking her tight seal once again.
I held her there, feeling her begging me in silence with the pulse of her body.
I finally lowered her down all the way while thrusting up, offering myself to the hilt.
My hands moved to her hips one more time and she sat back, letting out a breathless sigh.
Her hands touched my chest.
I wasn’t having that though.
My hands moved up her body, over her tits, skipping them so I could touch her face.
Who the fuck am I right now?
I pulled her down, needing to kiss her.
Our lips crashed together. Our tongues met gracefully. Her ass and hips began to move up and down me. I fucked back at her, letting her dictate the speed. It wasn’t slow. And it wasn’t fast. It was the kind of speed that could ruin my reputation. Then again, Liv’s body was like nothing else.
The harder I kissed her, the harder I thrust at her. Soon she was just balancing herself above me as I had her. She broke our kiss to let out groans of pleasure and relief. Breathing heavily into my mouth. Her lips touching mine. The tip of her tongue trying to kiss but only flirting.