Trouble: (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (Made & Broken Book 3) Page 4

  Sure, I’d hoped to get into her panties tonight, but I’d anticipated having to lure and persuade her the entire way. Apparently half a bottle of wine and some dirty talk was enough to get little Miss Prissy Pants to lose her inhibitions.

  “Come on, love,” I groaned into her ear when she ground down against my crotch to regain my focus. “If we give that poor bloke any more of a show, we’re gonna have to start charging.”

  Audrey made a squeaky little noise and pulled back from me, her face flushing a deep shade of red as she looked up at the rear view mirror. “Oh, God.”

  Great. Seemed the wine was starting to wear off.

  She looked back up at me, and I could see hesitation flicker in her gaze. Yep, someone was sobering up.

  I didn’t give her time to word some bullshit excuse for why we suddenly shouldn’t get naked. Giving her my best smirk I kicked the cab door open and dragged her out, slinging her over my shoulder the second I was out on the pavement. “C’mon, m’lady, let me take you to your castle. Got any dragons in need of slaying on the way?”

  Audrey let out a breathless giggle at my antics, her hands finding purchase against my back to stabilize herself as I strode toward the entry door to her building. Relief flooded my system when she handed me the keys and told me her floor—I hadn’t been this desperate for a fuck since I hit puberty, despite the couple of girls I’d shagged over the weekend. I was too fucking horny to pinpoint what it was about Audrey that revved my engine so hard, but the feel of her round arse and full thighs underneath my hand had me taking the stairs two at a time.

  She made that cute little squeaky sound again when I dropped her to her feet at her front door, and then a moan that went straight to my cock when I pressed my mouth against hers and pushed her up against said door.

  Fuck, just kissing her made me lose my mind! Since when had a fucking make-out session robbed me of most of my control? I fumbled with her keys, trying to ram what I hoped was the right one into the keyhole without breaking away from her sweet mouth. She tasted like wine and woman, and I estimated the damn door had about thirty seconds to open before I gave up and just fucked her in the stairway.

  But the lock refused to budge as I desperately tried to smash another key into it. For fuck’s sake, how many keys did she even have?

  “Mmph!”

  I ignored Audrey’s mewl, letting my free hand slip from her half-exposed tit down her thigh and up her skirt in the hopes of distracting her with a bit of clit play from what was undoubtedly a protest at being fucked against her own front door. She was so warm and soft against everywhere our bodies pressed against each other, and I knew she was gagging for it too. Knew she had been since she’d practically mounted me at the pub.

  My fingertips were met with absolutely soaked tights at the apex of her thighs, and I smirked against her lips at the confirmation. Yeah, she was ready for my cock.

  I gave up on the damn lock and dropped the keys to the floor so I could grab the crotch of her tights with both hands and free her sweet sex. They tore with a satisfying rip, and she whimpered in response, a needy sound that had my cock leaking in my jeans.

  “Don’t you worry, baby—I’m gonna fill that tight little pussy right up,” I growled against her lips.

  “Liam!” She drew back to disengage from our kiss and pushed at my shoulders. Reluctantly, I backed up enough to give her a bit of space, though it nearly killed me to separate even an inch of my body from hers.

  “Don’t tell me to stop.” I could barely recognize the deep growl in my voice.

  “That’s my door.”

  “What?” I frowned at the laughter in her eyes—she was fucking enjoying my torment.

  “That’s my door—you know, behind you.” She pointed past my shoulder. I took some small consolation in her heated cheeks and breathless voice, despite her obvious amusement at my desperation.

  “Don’t give a fuck,” I growled and dove back for her throat, flicking my tongue at her pulse point as my fingers found their way in behind her panties. “Gonna fuck you right here. Think your neighbors will like hearing you come on my cock?”

  “God, no!” She actually sounded pretty shocked at my suggestion, and her small hands returned to my chest, pushing half-heartedly.

  I dragged my thumb up through her slick folds and pressed it hard against her clit, hoping she’d forget her protests.

  She shuddered against me, and I felt her thighs spread wider, her pelvis tipping up for more. I happily obliged, rubbing it gently.

  “God, Liam,” she moaned softly. It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard, and it made me want to hear it again while my head was between her thighs. Fuck, but my cock was so damn desperate for her wet heat—I wasn’t sure I had the strength to pop her pussy on my tongue before getting at least one good come off inside of her first.

  Audrey took advantage of my hesitation and pushed her arms more insistently between us. “Let’s continue this inside, okay?”

  “Need to have you now, sweets,” I groaned against her throat, digging my teeth into her pale skin. “Can’t wait.”

  “Liam,” she protested, some of that prim tone from earlier in the day making its way back into her voice. “I don’t—f-fuck!” Whatever else she’d planned to say was drowned out by her groaned curse as I pinched her clit hard.

  I pulled at the pulsing little nub, keeping a firm grip on its base until I was sure she’d lost the will to protest again. Desperate for more but knowing she’d need at least a little foreplay to take me, despite her wetness coating my fingers, I pressed my mouth to hers once more. She parted her lips with a whimper and moaned into my kiss when I switched my grip between her legs to rub her clit with my thumb again. She took the first finger I slid up inside her tight heat like a champ, and I pumped it in and out of her, wishing for the first time in my entire life that my cock was smaller so I could just ram it into her without preparation.

  When I gave her two fingers, she started pawing at my chest, but it wasn’t like before—she wasn’t trying to get me to stop. At three, her pelvis was rocking in rhythm with my hand, and I’d officially run out of self-control.

  I pulled my fingers out of her with a wet sound, ripped the hole in her tights a bit bigger, and hiked her skirt up over her hips.

  She grabbed for my zipper before I could get to it myself and managed to get it opened. I pulled out my achingly hard cock, lifted her left thigh up over my hip, and lined myself up. Her wet heat kissed my cock head, and I nearly blacked out from the full-body shudder of pleasure.

  “Wait!” she suddenly gasped.

  “Fucking hell, woman!” I growled, tensing every muscle in my body in an effort to hold back from hilting the girl I’d been aching for for what felt like fucking days.

  “Condoms!” she said, her voice shaky with her own admirable restraint. “My bag. We need—”

  How the hell had I not thought of that? I’d never fucked a bird without a rubber, not once in my entire life. I dove for the black leather handbag on the floor next to her keys and rummaged through it until I found a long string of foil packets. I tore one free, got the packet open and the condom rolled on my cock in three seconds flat.

  I grabbed her thigh again, lifting it over my hip, and guided my cock to her opening with my free hand. Without waiting for permission, I drove into her to the hilt.

  Every cell in my body was tense, electric pleasure. She was so fucking warm and so fucking tight; I couldn’t do anything but breathe for several moments as my cock relished in finally being inside her. Her pussy fluttered around me in quick little cramps, already milking me as if she were begging for my sperm. Fucking hell, nothing had ever felt this good before.

  “Christ! You’re s-so fucking big!” Her hoarse gasp drew part of my attention back to her face, and the tight grimace on her beautiful face made me realize she’d probably needed a bit more foreplay.

  “Sorry, love,” I groaned, hoping against hope I’d be able to go easy on her. Already
the initial burst of hot bliss from finally being inside her tight little cunt was fading to a nearly irresistible impulse to start thrusting. Hard. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” she said, a note of desperation clear in her voice despite her obvious struggle with my size. “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t,” I promised, silently thanking any and every deity who might be listening that she was still willing.

  On my first pull out I managed to be slow, but the way her sheath clung to my cock made me snap my hips back harder than I’d meant to.

  Audrey yelped and threw her head back against her neighbor’s door, and the look of her then—so completely lost in the sensation of my cock filling her pussy—broke the last of my restraint with a near-audible snap.

  I took her so rough and fast I had to clamp my hand over her mouth to not draw the rest of her neighbors out of their flats when she began screaming and thrashing on my cock like a woman possessed. Her pussy smacked lewdly with every thrust, and I spared her nothing. All my normal consideration went out the window as my brain fogged over with the complete ecstasy of pounding her into oblivion, and all I could sense was the impossible pleasure of having her writhing on my cock. Where she belonged.

  I don’t know how long I fucked her before suddenly her back arched in a tight bowstring and she clamped her teeth down on my palm and dug her nails into my chest. I didn’t even register the pain, because in the same instant her cunt clenched around my cock hard, and I lost myself completely.

  I pumped her a few more times, groaning like a wounded animal before my balls emptied in an explosion of pleasure so intense my legs nearly gave out.

  Her pussy convulsed in a series of tight little spasms, forcing every last drop of semen from my dick while I rocked slowly against her, riding out her orgasm as well as my own.

  Only when her sex relaxed completely around me did I still. I moved my hand from her mouth so I could wrap both arms around her body, pulling her off the hard door. “You okay, yeah?”

  “M-hm.” She gave me a groggy smile, and I couldn’t hold back a laugh at the completely blissed-out expression playing across her pretty features. Yeah, that was one excellent round of fucking, all right.

  6

  Audrey

  It took a little while before my brain came back from orbit after the mind-numbingly intense orgasm. It returned with a thump, and the sudden and highly distressful realization that I’d just fucked a guy right out in my own stairway—for anyone to see. Or hear.

  Christ, if Mrs. Peterson had been home, she’d have called the police on us for desecrating her front door—and rightfully so.

  I wasn’t that kind of girl—I’d never been that kind of girl, not even in uni. And here I was, thirty-two years old and in a respectable career, with excellent credit score and a drawer full of sensible bras. And I’d let a man I’d known for less than a day screw my brains out basically right in front of all my neighbors! What the hell had gotten into me?

  Clanking from my kitchen made me bite my swollen lower lip as a warm mix of embarrassment and pleasure rushed through my veins and rose to my still-exposed chest. I knew what’d gotten into me. Liam Steel had gotten into me—literally as well as figuratively.

  My nether region was sore from the unaccustomed activities I’d put it through not ten minutes ago, and I cringed at the feel of my fabric sofa right up against my lower lips. Yeah, there was still a big-old gaping hole in my tights and panties where he’d ripped both for better access.

  I was so not this person. Even sexually liberated Eileen was not this person. And yet… I’d been the one to throw myself at him at the pub. I’d kissed him.

  Had I really been that drunk? I didn’t feel more than a little tipsy now, as I sat curled up on my sofa in the faint light from the kitchen spilling through the doorway, but maybe Liam’d just fucked the drunkenness right out of me? It’d certainly been a thorough workout, that’s for sure.

  Footsteps from the hallway announced Liam’s return from the kitchen, and I looked up as his large figure crossed the threshold into the living room. He was carrying two mugs, and when he handed me one he bent to give me a peck on the lips, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. As if we weren’t practically strangers.

  But he didn’t feel like a stranger. My body relaxed when he sat down next to me and threw a casual arm over my shoulders, letting the warmth from his body seep into mine from where we were touching.

  Why was he so easy to relax with? Even during our date I’d been completely comfortable around him. He made it so easy.

  Maybe it wasn’t alcohol my brain was drunk on. Maybe it was that intoxicating aura of his that radiated contentedness and life in nearly physical measurements.

  “Ah-ah, don’t give me that frown, love.” Liam gave my shoulders a squeeze and offered me a cheeky smile when I glanced up at him. “I’ll just think I didn’t do my job well enough. Bloody insulting, that.”

  I blushed predictably and hid my face by taking a sip of too-hot tea. “Don’t tease. I can’t believe we did that. What if the neighbors had heard? What if they’d come out to check?”

  Liam shrugged and took a long drink of his own tea, apparently not bothered by the temperature. “Then they’d have gotten some good wanking material.”

  “Easy for you to say,” I hissed, giving his arm a half-hearted slap. “You don’t have to live here.”

  “You care way too much about what other people think, don’t you?” He finished up his tea, put the mug on my coffee table—completely ignoring the stack of coasters—and slid his now free hand up my thigh. “I think you’d find it easier to relax if you just stopped.”

  I let out a breathless laugh, all too aware of the heat from his palm through my ruined tights. “It’s that easy, huh?”

  “It is,” he said with a wry smile, and I bit my lip at the way his fingertips were inching up underneath my skirt. “Let me show you.”

  I fidgeted on the sofa next to him, suddenly feeling way too sober. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”

  Liam arched a ginger eyebrow at me, not stopping his hand’s slow upward stroke against my thigh. “The fact that you’re turning all red-faced and shy even after we’ve already fucked is all the more reason we should. You need to learn how to relax, love, and I’m gonna teach you.”

  His fingers slipped all the way up, spreading my lower lips apart and delving into my heat. I groaned unintelligibly in response and bit my lip when he stroked my clit with small, precise brushes.

  “Liam…” It was meant as a protest but came out as a breathy sigh. “Oh.”

  Maybe he was right—maybe I did need to relax and just go with the flow. We’d already had sex once, so why be embarrassed? Maybe this wasn’t something Sober Audrey normally did, but Sober Audrey did spend a fortune on massages and painkillers in an eternal attempt at getting rid of tension headaches. I was pretty sure the last issue of Cosmopolitan I’d read while waiting for my monthly massage appointment featured an article about orgasms reducing stress. Judging by what Liam’d just done to me out in the hallway, there was a pretty good chance I’d be fifty shades of zen before he was done.

  Liam seemed to sense my resistance dying down, because he withdrew his hand and grabbed my mug, moving it to the table. With that smile of his that made my stomach warm and fizzy still teasing at the corners of his mouth, he placed both his hands on my shoulders and deftly eased me down on my back on the couch. Large but nimble fingers flicked open the buttons of my shirt, and then my plain bra and soft stomach were on display. I bit my lip, feeling a short stab of uncertainty at being bared to his gaze, but one look at his face and any insecurity crumbled and died.

  He looked at me with such unadulterated yearning, my skin seemed to heat under his eyes as they swept from my face down my chest to my navel, and back up again. I couldn’t remember another time anyone had ever looked at me with such devastating desire, such complete and uninhibited want. It
made my head spin and my abdomen pulse with responding need.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was rough, urgent. “Do you know how badly I’ve wanted you all day? And then there you were, in that pub, like a goddamn sign from above.”

  “I wanted you, too,” I gasped. “In the park.”

  “I know,” he said with a smirk. And then he dipped his head, latching onto one of my stiff nipples as his left hand rounded on the other breast.

  I moaned softly at the stimulation, and harder when he began to suck the sensitive tip, hauling it into his mouth with hard pulls of his skilled lips.

  Bursts of sensation crackled through my body, culminating between my legs until the ache for attention there grew too great to handle. Whimpering, I pushed his warm hand off my breast and down between my thighs.

  Liam chuckled against my breast, but obliged. His nimble fingers danced over my clit, teasing the small nub before he finally pressed down with just the right amount of strength.

  “Oh, Liam, God!” I moaned as my hips rose up off the couch in blind search for more. “Yes, like that!”

  He let me squirm underneath him, keeping my hips trapped by resting his large frame on top of mine while he stroked me just the way I needed. I’d never been with a man who knew exactly what I needed, how hard and where to touch, and in no time I was panting and mewling underneath him, teetering on the edge.

  “Please, please, please,” I chanted as I bucked underneath his hard body. Every nerve ending blazed with sensation, and I knew if he would just push me that final inch, I’d fall.

  “Please what?” he growled, his voice rich and smug and so goddamn sexy. It was entirely infuriating. He teased my clit, lightening his touch when I tried to force my hips up for more stimulation, and I cried out in frustration.

  “Please make me come!” I shouted, not caring one iota if my neighbors heard. “Oh, fuck, please, Liam, please, I need to—ohhhyes! Yes!” My pleas drowned in a howl of release as Liam pressed down and rubbed me hard, snapping the final string tying me to reality. White-hot pleasure burned through my nerves as I writhed and bucked against him, the promised release finally soothing my nerves with waves of ecstasy.