Man of Mystery: A BBW Romantic Suspense (4 page)

He pays for the parking, and I hand him my keys. Not sure why I do, it just somehow feels right, and he doesn’t object. Once we’re out of the parking lot and on the road again, I can’t take my eyes off him and as such am totally unaware where we’re going, until at least half an hour later we pull up outside a fancy Georgian building.

We get out, and he hands the keys to a valet, who stares at my crappy old car a bit too long before mumbling something and getting into the driver’s seat.

“Good evening, sir, ma’am.” A uniformed man tips his hat at us and opens the large glass door for us, allowing us to step inside the elegant marble-clad lobby.

Looking around, I’m suddenly glad to be still wearing my stuffy work clothes. Jeans would have been very much out of place in an establishment such as this.

A blonde with perfect hair nods and smiles at us from reception as we head towards the elevators. Liam knows exactly where he’s going; he doesn’t pause or hesitate as he leads us up to the fifth floor, suite 505, which opens with the help of a key card in his hand.

“Welcome. Make yourself comfortable. I’ve got to make a call.” He smiles at me, then turns around and heads into probably the bedroom, leaving me feeling a bit lost. The room is large, much bigger than the living room in my modest apartment. The wooden parquet flooring is partially concealed by a massive Persian carpet, the color of which perfectly matches the upholstery of the elegant sofa set. All of it looks way too expensive for a hotel room.

I leave my handbag on a shiny dark wood side table and take a quick round of the room, checking out the paintings on the walls. They look real; you can see the actual brush strokes, so they’re not prints or reproductions it seems.

“All done. Now where were we?” Liam says as he steps back inside, his tie loosened, and top shirt button undone.

“Is this like a safe house or something?” I wonder out loud.

Liam laughs, then steps up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

“No, silly, it’s a hotel.”

Yeah, OK, I knew that.

“Not any hotel I’ve ever stayed at,” I remark, trying to cover my embarrassment.

Liam leans down, letting his lips brush past my most sensitive spot on the side of my neck.

“If you change your mind about skipping ahead to dessert, there’s a room service menu over there on the coffee table,” he whispers.

The tickle of his breath against my neck makes me weak. I shut my eyes and shake my head.

“Not going to change my mind.”

“Good, I’d be heartbroken if you did.” With those epic last words, Liam scoops me up into his arms and carries me into the other room. The bedroom.

I can’t stop staring at his beautiful face as he lays me down onto the bed. He tries to get up, but I keep hanging on with my arms tightly wound around the back of his neck.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Tess.”

His lips tempt me with every word he speaks. His eyes hypnotize me. I want to ask him why me, when he looks like the sort of guy who could get any woman he sets his sights on. But there’s something in the way he looks at me that makes me swallow my doubts and questions.

He dives down into the crook of my neck, biting and nibbling on my skin until I can’t stand the tickles anymore. Then he prizes my hands apart and forces them onto the pillow either side of my face. He looks down at me almost like a predator, ready to devour me, and I cannot wait.

“Let me touch you,” I whisper, while admiring his face, every inch of it. The fine laugh lines, which make him look so genuine, the full lips I already know the taste of.

He shakes his head and lowers himself onto me as he tugs at both my hands, making me stretch my arms above head level until my wrists can fit comfortable into one of his hands. Then he shifts his weight, allowing his free hand to start unbuttoning my blouse. Bit by bit, more of my skin is exposed. He traces along the edge of my bra, seemingly pleased with what he’s seeing. Full cleavage, my best feature I think. Even as he reaches further down towards my belly button, his expression is one of fevered admiration.

He doesn’t mind I’m not fit like him, that I carry a few extra pounds which I’ve so often wished away. If he does, he’s not letting it show.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, just before running his palm across my stomach, stopping just short of the waistband of my skirt.

I don’t care anymore if it’s an act; here’s a man who knows how to make a woman feel sexy, despite herself.

“Your turn,” I say, looking down at his still concealed chest. I want to - need to - know what’s under there. Every indication is nothing short of spectacular. The men I’d been with in the past had probably never even seen the inside of a gym. Nobody had ever carried me to bed before - never even attempted it, that much I know. What other differences will I discover?

He pulls back, his lips curled up in a subtle smile. Without letting go of my wrists, he starts to unbutton himself.

My eyes are soon glued to the sexiness revealing itself to me. Well defined pecs, washboard abs, utter perfection. If I wasn’t already on my back, I’d feel faint all over again. All this is mine for tonight? Am I the luckiest girl in the world or what?!

“Wow.”

He takes his shirt off his free arm, then quickly switches hands to rid himself of the shirt entirely.

“You’re very good at this. Keeping me in place,” I mumble.

“You could say I have a lot of experience in confinement techniques.” He leans down, his lips only half an inch from mine.

“Yeah, I bet,” I breathe, muffled by his kisses. No more controlled teasing, he’s ready to take things to the next level.

Our tongues meet again, fuelled by a renewed hunger for pleasure. His firm torso presses up against my soft curves, making me struggle desperately to get free. He finally does let go, allowing me to explore his body for myself. Flawless skin covers the mountains and valleys of his muscles. Warm, almost fiery to the touch, I pull him closer against me from his shoulder. His equally toned, perfect shoulder.

His lips move on down my neck, heading straight towards my cleavage, but without the impatience I’d grown accustomed to from other lovers. He takes his time, seemingly relishing the taste of my skin.

I start to struggle one-handedly with his belt, while teasing his shoulders with my fingernails. He shivers slightly but doesn’t pull away. As I make my way down his shoulder blade, my fingers find something different, unexpected. He freezes as I flatten my hand against his back to continue my exploration. His breaths quicken against the sensitive skin of my collarbone.

One, two, three scars. They’re long, extending almost all the way across his otherwise perfect back. One crisscrosses the other two, as if he was whipped, and his tormentor changed direction at one point.

His forehead rests against my chest; I can almost sense his heart racing more than before. I wonder what happened to him, but it would be wrong to ask, so I move on, hooking my finger into the waistband of his trousers and tug.

The moment of awkwardness passes; he recovers himself with a deep breath, leaning up again and wedging his hand underneath my back to reach my bra hooks. It doesn’t take him more than a couple of seconds to undo it and almost tear it off me.

The mischievous grin from before is back as he looks down at his discovery. Whew, back to normal.

I return his grin and undo the zip on the side of my skirt. He gets the hint and follows suit with his trousers. I’ve been shy before, with other guys, sometimes insisting the lights were off for our first time together, but with Liam, things are different.

He made me feel at ease before we’d even begun. Then just now when I found the scars on his back, I felt like somehow he let himself be more vulnerable with me than would ordinarily be the case. That’s why he had held my hands above my head earlier; it all makes sense now.

Looking down at his completely naked form, I can’t take it any longer. I want him, all of him, right now.

“I need you,” I say, not caring one bit how clichéd and stupid I sound.

He leans over towards the bedside table and grabs a foil packet from the drawer.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Then he’s back on top of me only moments later, with my legs spread wide apart. I close my eyes as his impressive length nudges at my entrance. I’m ready, but then he reaches down between us.

His fingers tease and caress me as he continues to increase the pressure on my pussy. Oh God, I need him to get it over with, to go where only few have gone before. It’s been a while, and I’m aching for him to take me as his.

“Please,” I moan, as he continues his manipulation of my most intimate spot. It feels so good and yet so inadequate.

For a moment, he just seems to hover over me; I can see him staring at me when I open my eyes again. Then, it’s time. He lowers himself down, pushing against me harder until my lips part, and he enters me.

I let out an involuntary gasp. He looked big before; now my body has confirmed it.

His eyes are shut now, little beads of sweat collecting on his brow. He starts with shallow, gentle movements, allowing our bodies to grow more comfortable.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him down hard. He grinds down, filling me to my core. It feels amazing despite the initial burn.

Every inch of my skin is highly sensitized and burning up. Especially my fingertips continue to crave contact with him, so I let my hands roam his body freely. Flawless or scarred skin, it makes no difference to either of us now. It’s all good.

He speeds up, caught up in the moment as much as I am. Every thrust accompanied by a primal groan signaling his heightened pleasure.

Oh yes, that hits the spot!
I angle my hips upwards, and marvel at the ease and fluidity of his movements. He leans up enough to shift his weight off me, then hooks his hands under my knees and lifts up my legs until they’re resting on top of his shoulders.

I’m at his mercy, spread and helpless. His thrusts intensify, harder and faster he plows into me. His cock seems to grow with ever-increasing tension. Although at first he was obviously in control, that’s no longer the case. His discipline is fading, as his eyes turn dreamy.

“Liam! Yes!” I cry out, feeling the beginning of
that feeling
creep over me.

He’s back, at least his green eyes are alert once more as he looks down at me, while continuing to fuck me. As gentle as things had started out, we’re well past that and doing it rough and hard now. Just how one would imagine a guy like Liam would enjoy. No running out of steam at that most crucial moment, no early disappointments, just complete focus and attention on getting me where I need to be.

My leg slips off his shoulder, and I lift up just enough to be able to reach him. My hand rests on the back of his neck, and he gives in and presses his whole body into me again. His muscles ripple in waves under my hand. It’s amazingly beautiful to feel him move against me.

Our bodies fit together perfectly, hard and soft, strong and gentle, yin and yang.

The tickle in my lower abdomen grows exponentially, spurred on by his fingers which have found my nipple. Every touch of his is electric, while his cock manages to stimulate my depths better than anything I could do on my own - even with toys.

His movements don’t show it, but he’s getting louder with every thrust; riding the same wave I am.

I hear a scream, then realize it’s my own voice. My fingernails dig into his ass, in one last effort by my body to not let him get away. He grinds his hips into me, sending me flying over the edge of control. Every part of my body is set alight, overwhelmed with pleasure.

His forehead rests against mine, when I finally have the sense to open my eyes, I see that his are tightly shut still. Our bodies are covered in sweat, but it doesn’t feel dirty. Instead, it feels like a prize. An achievement.

In my own moment of passion, I didn’t even notice he had his.

I don’t want to let him go, and he’s in no hurry to move. Time passes in slow motion. I focus on his breathing, try to bring my heartbeat down with his. Things I’d wanted to know earlier and shied away from seem less dangerous now.

“Why me?” I whisper.

“This is going to sound stupid.”

I shake my head; his eyes are still closed, but he can feel it because his forehead is still resting against mine.

“I saw you talking on the phone. Though I know I’d never seen you before, something clicked. I needed to get to the airport, and I just knew that you’d help me. I had to find out why.”

“Why?” I repeat.

“Why you seem so familiar. I had to know you.” As soon as he finishes his answer, as crazy and irrational as it sounds, it makes perfect sense to me anyway.

I press my lips against his and am rewarded with a deep and passionate kiss the likes of which I’d never felt before.

Between my legs, I can feel his cock stir, ready for another round.

He grabs hold of my wrists and lifts me up along with him until we’re on the other side of the bed: him on his back and me on top. I look down and smile.
I’m ready too.