He walked into the room and handed me a glass of champagne, and clinked his glass against mine.
“What’s all this for,” I asked tentatively. “You do this for all your clients?”
“No, you are singular.”
I nodded, slightly unnerved at his lavish attention, and took a sip. Letting the bubbles slide down my throat I wondered how much of that was true.
“What, you don’t believe me?” he asked.
“I never said that,” I said, hiding my inner dialogue.
“But you thought that if I’d go to this extent for a woman I just met, I must be a player.”
“I didn’t—”
“Shh,” he said, pressing his finger to my lips. He kissed me then, soft and slow, letting his tongue swirl against mine passionately. He pulled back and spoke firmly. “I’m not a player. I just saw you yesterday, and couldn’t stop thinking about you. Then the stars aligned by bringing you here earlier today.”
“So this is destiny, not some one-night stand?”
“I don’t know what it is, but I like it. I like you.”
“That’s just because I’m polite,” I teased.
“True. Earlier you gave me the best thank-you of my life.”
“So you liked me on my knees?”
“Mmhhmm,” he hummed in my ear, pulling me toward him by the waist. “I liked you on your back, too.”
“Where are you going to put me now?”
“I was thinking we should start by reminding you who’s in charge.”
I liked the sound of that. Putting his cock in my mouth had gotten me so wet; I wanted that again.
“But not like before. You need to strip and get on your hands and knees. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said, already getting hot as he commanded me. I unbuttoned my sweater and then pulled my thin camisole over my head. I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied out, leaving me in my bra and panties, another matching pair I had thankfully packed. This set was sheer and the teeny bottoms kissed my skin, leaving little to the imagination.
I began to unhook my bra from behind, but he swept my hand away. “Let me,” he said gently. “I want to do that.” His hands skimmed over my collarbone; he kissed my shoulders, biting softly at the skin on my neck. Breathing me in, he slipped off my bra easily, and he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, his hardness pressing against my ass.
One hand caressed my breast, hardening my nipples. The other hand trailed over my stomach and into my panties. It was sexy watching his hand run underneath, past my mound, and lower, until his fingers were hidden. All I could see was his strong forearm, flexing as his fingers rubbed against my pussy.
Against my neck he whispered, “Now you’re good and ready. Get on your hands and knees.”
Silently I lowered myself to the ground, submitting to him. He stood in front of me and pulled off his shirt, his pants, and his boxers.
I had never seen such a hot guy in my life. Every muscle rippled over his six-pack. I had seen his cock before, but not like this. I had more clarity than after my relaxing massage; I could see that when hard, he was easily ten inches long. His girth, though, was what made me drool.
He was way hotter than any star in those videos I’d watched on my phone. Liam was certifiably the most well-endowed man I’d ever seen. My thighs were slick just looking at him.
“I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to make you scream, do you understand?”
I could barely squeak out a yes, because I couldn’t imagine anything I desired more.
From behind me, he licked my ass and then pressed his face in my pussy for a quick, teasing, tongue graze. Then he spanked me hard.
“Oh, yes, please,” I groaned, liking the hard slap of his hand against my flesh. “Give it to me.”
“You want me to give it to you?” he asked, as he rubbed my breasts from behind.
He lowered me onto his lap, my pussy right against his cock. I wanted him to press inside me, but he didn’t rush to get where we were headed.
I wasn’t facing him, but I could feel him nibbling against my ear, breathing softly into it, causing a shudder of anticipation to course through me.
Pushing me back onto all fours, he held my waist as he continued to kneel behind me.
“You’re so fucking hot, Callie,” he said.
The position itself was vulnerable—him looking at me from behind, staring straight at my ass. Somehow the mantra that usually ran through my head, reaffirming my negative self-talk, vanished. All I could think as he began positioning himself into me was that I was desirable and wanted.
My hands dug into the carpet as he guided himself into the folds of my pussy, inching in slowly as I held my breath. I couldn’t imagine he would fit, and was grateful he was gentle.