Vivian's List (Vol. 1) (13 page)

“Liam,
” she choked on a sob. “Please.” 

Closing my mouth
around her engorged nub, I sucked her hungrily between my lips. Gently at first, then harder and harder, making wet sounds of suction as my lips worked on her moist clit.

A
ll the while she moaned with the need that was rising up inside her, grinding her sex against my mouth, chasing the pleasure as it built.

Just as I sensed
she was about to reach a climax, I teased her again with a broad sweep of my tongue across the full length of her labia.

I continued this lovely torture
, bringing her to the brink of climax and then easing her back down until she was panting, squirming, and calling my name over and over in dazed repetition.

“Liam.
” She struggled up on her elbows. “I need you inside me.”

Bracing one hand on the counter,
I stripped out of my jeans and boxer briefs, my barely contained desire making my movements jerky.

“Wait,
” I rasped, my breathing uneven as I tried to regain some semblance of control. “I need to get a condom.”

With sudden supersonic speed, I darted into my
bedroom, opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom.

I emerged seconds later
, foil packet in my hand, and found Vivian leaning against the kitchen counter, the canister of whipped cream in her hand.

“My turn
now,” she said softly as I walked toward her with slow deliberation. “Is that okay?”

The
slight hesitancy in her voice incited my already aroused hunger.

I swallowed.
My mouth tasted like cotton.

Unable to speak,
my other head answered for me. My cock thrust up between us, a thick rod of hard flesh.

As she watched me, her tongue darted out to moisten her lips
. After a moment’s hesitation, she shook the canister and squeezed the nozzle, squirting a ribbon of cream all the way down my erection, saving a big dollop for the tip of my shaft.

Wordlessly, s
he removed her ponytail, shaking out her long blond hair behind her as she sank to her knees on the kitchen floor, positioning herself between my legs.

And then she lowered her head.

My breath hitched as her tongue darted out to lick a dollop of cream from the tip of my shaft.

I groaned as she
twirled her tongue around my cock like she was devouring an ice cream cone.

All
the while she held on to the base of my shaft, using her hands to stroke my rigid length up and down, clockwise and then counterclockwise in fluid motions as she made love to me with her mouth.

Holy fuck
. A sharp bolt of sensation shot through my limbs and my cock leaped against her tongue.

H
er generous mouth parted even wider, then ever so slowly, she took my erection between those plump, red lips.

With one hand, I brushed her hair aside, watching
the erotic sight … my cock jutting out long and thick, wrapped around those sweet, luscious lips, and then gradually disappearing inside her enticing mouth.

With my other hand
, I stroked her shoulders as she sucked me between her lips, working her tongue down the root of my shaft, inching closer to the soft sacs between my thighs before moving back up, and slowly withdrawing.

Jesus-Mary-Mother-of-Joseph
. I was near the point of explosion.

Her gaze wandered back up to my face
, a tiny smile flitting across her lips.

S
he reached for the canister, shook it hard and pressed the nozzle, coating the entire surface of my sacs with cream.

Then, ever so g
ently, she took one testicle into her hot mouth and softly sucked the cream off my skin.

I swore under my breath
, clenching my jaw so hard my teeth ground together.

Even after she’d licked me clean, her mouth continued moving up and down my shaft,
her lips hot, slick and so incredibly moist, cinching me tightly, taking me deeper and deeper inside her mouth.

It was heaven and hell, and nirvana all at once
.

I winced at the pleasure ripping through my
every nerve ending.

As if by their own will, m
y hips began a shallow pump to match her deep and steady rhythm as she moved her head back and forth, sliding her mouth up and down my entire length, leisurely fucking me with her mouth.

The muscles flanking my spine were bunched and stiff.

Oh, fuck. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last.

Sheer willpower
and kept me from losing it.

With Herculean effort,
I caught her under the arms, lifted her up and set her down on the granite countertop. Then I reached for the foil packet and sheathed my turgid erection with trembling hands.

My gaze roamed over her face,
searching for a sign, a gesture,
anything
.

“
I want you, Liam.” Her drowsy voice wrapped around my heart.

That was all it took.

I positioned myself so I was straddle between her thighs, the tip of my shaft pressing against the entrance of her sex.

As o
ur gazes locked, I slid inside her, slowly, so she could feel every hard ridge of my cock, every carnal desire that raged inside me.

When I was fully seated, I stayed inside her for a moment before gliding back out and
thrusting deep inside her again.

Not once did I
break my gaze, watching her moan for me with each deep thrust, making it all the more intense, her obvious desire only multiplying my own.

Arching
her hips in response, she took me deeper and deeper with each thrust, her plush sheath swallowing me from tip to balls.

Our bodies moved faster, more urgently and
those magnificent breasts began to bounce erotically to our tempo.

I could feel t
he force of my release building. Building.

The
tendons in my neck stood out like rope and I clenched my jaw, trying to prolong this moment for Viv.

Though my body clamored for release,
I wanted Vivian’s satisfaction … her gratification far more than my own.

Rebalancing
my weight, I worked one hand between us so I could cover her clit with my thumb. With each deep thrust, I stroked her clit, circling my thumb over that sweet, moist nub.

Her
body responded with enthusiasm and I took her harder and faster, gliding in and out with smooth, powerful strokes.

Moist and wet, she contracted around me, taking me deeper and deeper inside
her.

Suddenly she
cried out, convulsing around us, the force of her climax so strong that it went on and on as I drove into her relentlessly.

My hands went around
her hips and I dug my fingers into her flesh as I plunged inside her one last time, taking us both over the edge.

Groaning
with the force of my release, I collapsed onto her, panting against the swells of her voluptuous breasts.

In time, s
he wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “Liam?”

My eyes slid over her face and came to rest on her lips
. “Viv?”

Those luscious lips parted and her
cheeks flushed a delicate pink. “Now I know what I’ve been missing.”

I could not help but kiss her
. Now.

Hot and ravenous,
I crushed my lips to hers, my tongue invading her mouth, kissing her hungrily. Fiercely. Deeply. Not stopping until she moaned inside my mouth.

When I broke the kiss
I felt her hand on my cock, her fingers gently stroking my length.

“So …
um.” She paused. The pink in her cheeks darkened and she tripped over her words. “Can we … um … do it again?”

I was already
hard for her.

Needless to say, s
he didn’t have to ask me twice.

Chapter Fifteen

Vivian

I’m not
so sure what had come over me. Seeing Brody earlier this morning, I just wanted to forget. And to forget, I had to center my thoughts away from Brody.

S
o I centered them on Liam.

He was just what the doctor had ordered to help me forget
all about Brody, all about the hurtful words he’d flung at me, all about the past.

Liam, so patient and so very tender, had made love to me over and over again, slow and leisurely sex that made me melt from the inside
out.

My body sang with bliss and a breathless sigh escaped my parted lips
.

He was pure tenderness and hot desire all wrapped up in one delectable package.

And the sexual pull we had shook me to the core. W
e couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other. After some mind-blowing sex in the kitchen, we hopped in the shower, where Liam had shampooed my hair, soaped me up, scrubbed me clean, and made love to me all over again.

Then
when we had toweled each other dry, we made love again on his twin-sized bed. We had the sort of sex where I just wanted to crawl into his skin and become one person.

“Please t
ell me what you’re thinking.” Liam touched his forehead to mine, and I almost had the impression he was as overwhelmed as I was.

N
ot wanting to scare him off, I turned my thoughts to lighter issues.

“Sex in the shower,” I
said, snuggling up to him. “It was interesting.”

With a feather-light touch, he smoothed
his hand down my spine. “How so?”

“
Hmm …” I pondered. “I guess it was less of a sexy adventure and more of a fight to survive!” I said, struggling and failing to keep a straight face. “Honestly, trying to breathe with hot water streaming down my face kind of felt like drowning. Actually Chelsea was right, it was more like waterboarding.”

He laughed, pulling me tightly against his chest. “
And here I thought I was being the gallant one, letting you hog the shower so you wouldn’t freeze your butt off.”

“Were you?” I gazed at him
, titling my head to the side. “Freezing your butt off?”

“Yes,
” he said, stroking a finger along my cheekbones. “But don’t you worry. I have a plan.”

“
And,” I prompted. “What is this plan of yours?”

His voice was cool and remote, his usual I-can-always-find-a-solution tone. “Dual showerheads.”

I could not help but smile. Such a practical solution, yet so incredibly sexy at the same time. I could already imagine us taking intimate showers together.

“Oh, a
nd by the way,” I added, “I can’t believe you actually used
that
word.”

His dark brows arched in a question.
“What word?”

“Gallant,
” I said, my voice trailing off on a laugh.

“Gallant?”
A lazy smile quirked his lips as a hand slid down to cup my bottom. “I’ll
show
you gallant.”

After we had made love for the fifth time, Liam drew me closer and I
burrowed deeper into his arms. His shoulder felt solid and curved perfectly to fit my cheek.

Ever so gently, he
began stroking my hair. “Viv …” he whispered my name, with such an intoxicating blend of reverence and lust.

“
Mmm?” I said dreamily.

“I was wondering.
” He stared ahead as he spoke. “If you would like to go out with me tomorrow?”

I levered myself on my elbows
so I could gaze down at him.

If
I didn’t know him better, I’d have said that he looked a little nervous.

“
Liam T. Sykes, are you actually asking me out on a date?” I asked, trying to tamp down the bubble of pleasure in my heart.

“Call it whatever you want,
” he said, giving me one of his maddening smiles.

“Call it what
ever you want?” I echoed. “Call it whatever I want?” I sat up and swatted him with a pillow. “Humph, that sure answers my question! Your answer’s as clear as mud.”

“
All right.” A reluctant smile appeared and his eyes crinkled at the corners. “It’s a date. You can call it a date. Better?”

“
Better.” Warmth unfurled inside my chest, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this date meant more to the both of us than was superficially apparent. “So …” I hesitated. “What do you have in mind for our date?”

Brushing some loose st
rands of hair aside, he dropped a tender kiss on my shoulder. “I’ll surprise you. How ’bout that?”

“
Okay.” I let out a soft sigh as he nibbled on my earlobe. “I like surprises.”

Warm, rhythmic breaths cares
sed my neck as he trailed wet kisses along my collarbone. “I’ll stop by your room at seven?”

I swallowed a moan as he gently nipped my skin.
“Seven’s perfect.”

“Vivian Marie Sorenson.
” He put a finger under my chin and tilted my face to his. “Did you actually agree to go out on a date with me?”

“Call it whatever you want.
” I sent him a dazzling smile. “Call it whatever you want.”

Tucked away in a corner, shrouded in
near darkness, we had a modicum of privacy amid the crowds. Liam’s arms were wrapped around my waist as we stood in the dark, waiting for one of the most gifted vocalists and composers of my generation to come on stage.

I smiled at
Liam over my shoulder. “How’d you manage to score tickets?”

“A
friend of a friend of a friend.” He leaned forward so his chin was resting atop my shoulder. “I know how much you love his music.”

Love his music?
Love didn’t even come close to what I felt for Damien Wright.

It was more
a cultish devotion. And it was not so much his music as it was the experience listening to him created.

“Liam,” I said softly.

“Mmmm,” he murmured. His breath fanned across my neck, and a hint of spearmint teased my senses.

“I h
ave a surprise for you, too,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Before
I could catch his reaction, candles illuminated the darkened stage. My heart quickened in excitement as Damian Wright began to sing. Without a single stage light, he sang his tribute to his late mother. Intense pain wrapped into hauntingly beautiful music, each song intoxicatingly intimate and unguarded, filled with so much heartache, grief and depression.

As we c
lung to the shadows, Liam held me through it all, his hands slipping under my cotton shirt, caressing the soft underside of my breasts as we listened to lyrical chords filled with dark, yet mysteriously beautiful sadness.

Utterly c
aptivated, I closed my eyes, drinking in the shifting tonal shades of lyrical grays, letting my head fall back against Liam’s chest, savoring every intimate touch, every tender caress.

Like the
lyrics that floated between the dream and the reality of love, Liam’s fleeting touches, his gentle caresses were intoxicatingly intimate and compassionately sweet. I felt all the despair of my parents’ passing, my own feelings of loneliness and regret, and tinges of hope for the future.

I felt all of this turbulence and at the same time, all of this peace.

As the subtle melodies unfurled, so did Liam’s rousing touches.

Under my
cotton shirt, his hands slid unhurriedly over my breasts, molding them, cupping them, teasing them with his thrilling touches until my aching nipples strained against his palms, taut, eager, and desperate for more.

It was sweet torture.
A tremor started slow, working through my body, my arousal somehow more acute with the lack of underwear, along with the possibility of being caught making out like two horny teenagers.

I let out a soft sigh and pressed myself to him, rubbing my
lower back firmly against the building swell of his erection.

Liam
groaned in response and eased a finger under my chin, coaxing my head up so he could cover his lips over mine.

He kissed me so fully, so lovingly
, so achingly sweetly.

I kissed him back, matching him move for move, laying
my wounded soul bare for him to see, to taste, to touch.

As o
ur tongues did a leisurely dance, I felt his hand inching up my thighs and slipping under my short skirt.

I deepened the kiss as his
fingers brushed against my inner thighs, slowly inching upward.

Warmth seeped through my limbs
as his fingers found their way to the damp heat between my thighs. With his palm, he cupped my sex while his strong fingers rubbed the moisture across my clit in agonizingly slow strokes.

His other hand, still
buried under my cotton tank, continued caressing my breasts in hypnotizing circles, the pad of his fingers just lightly brushing over the tips of my hardened nipples, driving me mad with pleasure.

Still, Liam wouldn’t break the kiss.
Holding me captive, his mouth slid over mine, kissing me deeply, ruthlessly, thoroughly as his hands roamed freely under my cotton shirt, and under my chiffon skirt, his tantalizing touches meandering forever and ever as our bodies gently rocked to the down-tempo, awakening all my senses as the fluid music—romantic, tragic, tortured and lush—flooded my emotions, completely and utterly taking over me.

Liam
slipped his hand into mine, his fingers entwining with my own as we made our way out of the concert hall and down a set of concrete steps.

“That was
—” I exhaled, still overcome by the whole experience. “That was emotional catharsis through harmonic resolution.”

Liam
nodded slowly, a handsome grin forming on his face. “You are such a dork.” He drew me into his arms for a kiss that was equal parts passion and playfulness. “One incredibly hot and sexy dork.”

“
Mmmm,” I murmured against his lips. “You taste minty.”

H
e fished out a packet of Cool Mint strips from his pocket. “Want one?” he offered.

“Sure.” I
popped the mint strip into my mouth and it dissolved on my tongue within a matter of seconds. “What would you like to do now?”

“
Anything you want.” He caught my hand again and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m all yours for the next six days and you can do with me as you wish.”

The hint of amusement in his voice made me blush.

We started for the parking lot, walking like we did when we were just kids. Our linked hands swung between us as we made long, purposeful strides over tiny cracks in the sidewalk.

My heart was dancing in my chest and it was all I could do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.

This was surely one of the silliest things I’d ever done, but I did not care.

With Liam, I could always act like a big kid
and it was okay.

If anything, he was a
bigger
kid.

“Step on a crack,” I said,
stepping over a crack, “you’ll break your mother’s back.”

As we sidestepped another crack,
Liam said, “Step on a line, break your mother’s spine.”

“Step on a nail,” I rhymed, “you’ll put your dad in jail.”

“Step on a stick,” Liam added, “you’re bound to get sick. Step on a stone, you’ll end up all alone.”

“What?” I squawked. “
I’ve
never
ever
heard of that rhyme.”

A smug smile crept across his face
. “That’s because boys rhyme better than girls.”

“
Really?
” My breath caught in a tiny gasp. I was
mortally
offended.

“Damn straight.
” He lifted his chin with pride. “That’s why we’re better rappers, too.” With no preliminaries, he started busting out some chops. “Now don’t be cryin’, I’m so dope I ain’t even tryin’. Coz I’m nitroglycerin, sizzlin’ and I be droppin’ more lines than a fly fisherman.” Then he jerked his chin at me, regarding me with a challenge in his eyes.

“Humph.” I
took a step back and folded my arms across my chest. “You think you can play me? Nah brotha’, I ain’t no PS3. You best think of that before you step in battle with me! ’Cause I will test you like the ACT!”

He
gave a slight nod like he was only vaguely impressed. “The ACT and SAT tests were a piece of cake.” Then he came back with: “I raid birthdays, weddings and bar mitzvahs ’coz my rap takes the cake.”