Trouble: (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (Made & Broken Book 3) Page 5

  I collapsed down on the couch in an exhausted pile.

  “Oh, my God,” I mumbled groggily.

  Liam’s only response was a deep chuckle. He sat up, giving me a moment to come back down.

  “You could earn a lot of money as a stress reliever,” I said, thinking back to the Cosmopolitan article.

  Liam barked a full laugh and slid his hands up my torn tights. “I could, could I? Well, love…” His voice lowered to a seductive purr. “I wouldn’t demand payment from such a lovely client.”

  “That’s good, because I’m pretty sure I don’t earn enough to afford you,” I said, unable to fight the sated smile still lingering on my lips as I looked up at him through lowered lashes.

  He smirked, and I felt a sharp tug around my waist. When I looked down he was in the process of pulling my skirt and ruined tights off my legs.

  “Easier to maneuver,” he said with a cheeky wink at my questioning expression.

  “We’re not done?” I croaked, genuinely surprised. The men I’d been with in the past had very much been done for the night after they came. I was already pretty amazed that Liam had given me another orgasm so soon after his own.

  He took my hand and placed it against the fly of his pants. A hard bulge pressed unmistakably against my palm. “Does it feel like we’re done?”

  I shook my head, the flush in my cheeks more from excitement than embarrassment.

  Liam squeezed my hand against his cock, moaning softly as he rocked up against my touch, but just as I was about to offer more, he pulled back and slid to his knees on the floor. When I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing, he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, spinning me to face him in the process. His hot breath against my exposed mound made the question die on my tongue.

  “Oh.”

  I slumped back against the backrest of the couch as Liam spread my lower lips with his thumbs and proceeded to give me a slow, broad lick all the way from my weeping entrance to my still-buzzing clit.

  I moaned incoherently. It rose to a high-pitched squeak when his tongue flicked across the tip of my clit, sending sharp jolts of sensation through the hypersensitive nub of nerves. I felt Liam’s amused chuckle at my reaction more than I heard it. He didn’t seem the least bit deterred despite my hips’ restless squirming.

  How he knew just the right pressure and exactly the right ways of worshipping my clit I didn’t understand, but, oh, he did. He lapped at my lips and circled my clit for a while, teasing my pleasure to mount until it became unbearable. Only when I was clawing at the sofa and chanting, “Please, please, please,” did he finally wrap those devious lips around my clit and suck.

  My scream ripped through the living room and echoed off the walls as my back arched off the couch in a tight bow. Hot, painful pleasure too intense for me to stand wracked my pelvis and shot up through my body and down my thighs in fitful waves. I bucked and cried, trying to dislodge the source of the stimulation, but Liam just wrapped his arms around my thighs and kept suckling my clit in deep, hard pulses. It was agony and it was ecstasy, and I lost myself to the torrent of sensation, fingers buried in Liam’s flaming hair as he forced me higher than I’d ever thought I could climb.

  When I came, it was with a force pulled from the very roots of my clit.

  “Liam!” I screamed as my orgasm made every single muscle in my body clench up, my fingers in his hair forcing him down hard against my pelvis while I rode out the mind-numbing waves of pleasure so intense it blinded me from everything but Liam’s laughing, silver eyes.

  When, finally, the agonizing release was over, I slumped back into the sofa, completely spent. Mercifully, Liam eased his mouth off my aching clit, giving my poor nub a much-needed break.

  “Wow,” I mumbled groggily. Then I laughed, a hoarse, wheezing sound, because it seemed like that was now my standard response to him: Wow.

  How did he know my body better than I did? I’d spent most of that session trying to get him off me, and yet he’d given me the most mind-blowing orgasm ever. I’d never been much into oral sex, but it turned out it was only because I’d never had Liam between my thighs before. Other men usually licked my clit half-heartedly and stopped when I began to squirm, only too eager to continue to the main event. Not Liam. No siree.

  “You okay there, love?” Liam shot me an amused look, and I realized I was still chuckling.

  “Nope. Pretty sure you broke me.” I wrapped a couple of fingers around his strong chin and urged him up. He obeyed, resting on both arms above me as he leaned in for a deep kiss. I tasted myself on his lips and hummed in appreciation—and then groaned in protest when one of his deft hands slipped down between my thighs to tease at my still-swollen clit.

  Liam laughed when I tried to cross my legs and pulled back, giving me a mischievous smirk. “What are you gonna offer me instead, then, darling? ‘Cause I’m right in the mood to lick that delicious little pussy of yours until you pass out.”

  “I could… could suck you?” I offered, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. I wasn’t used to being so blunt about sex, but being with Liam I was quickly learning there was no other way. It was oddly liberating.

  “Nah, love.” Liam crawled up over me again, forcing me to twist so I was laying across the couch underneath him. His darkened eyes roamed hungrily down my body. “Here’s the deal. Either I hold you down and give that poor little clit of yours such a lashing you won’t be able to come for weeks once we’re done, or… you spread those luscious thighs and let me fuck your pussy raw. Your choice.”

  His hoarsely growled words should not have made goosebumps of excitement break out all across my flushed skin—they really shouldn’t. He was a stranger, and I’d let him into my home. He was so much stronger than me he could easily overpower me… but all his promises of forced pleasure did was make my nipples tighten into peaks and my core clench with longing.

  Slowly, not breaking eye contact, I spread my thighs for him.

  “Good choice,” he said, the heat in his voice making shivers of desire run down the length of my spine. With a dark smirk he dipped his head for my nipples and latched on tightly as his hand slid down between my legs again. I whimpered in protest, but he didn’t go for my clit. My toes curled on their own accord when he pushed two fingers inside me, curving them just so.

  “Ooh, yes! I need you inside, Liam. Please!”

  He pumped me a couple of times, thrilling his fingertips against my pulsing G-spot until I thought I’d go mad. Only when I was rocking up against him in rhythm with his fingers fucking in and out of my soaked sheath did he relent.

  He sat back on his heels, dragging his fingers up through my folds to ghost across my hooded clit before he sucked my fluids off with a pop.

  “You taste so fucking delicious, love. Lucky for you, your pussy feels even better wrapped around my cock than it tastes.” He shrugged out of his top and undid his jeans with practiced ease. “You ready for it?”

  I looked up at the man hovering between my thighs, looked at his chiseled chest and sculpted abs, and that intimidating length between his legs that’d hurt so damn good when he took me up against Mrs. Peterson’s door.

  “Uhhu.” I didn’t quite manage to string actual words together, but Liam took my guttural attempt at consent for what it was. With that wicked smile of his still playing on his soft lips he reached for a condom and rolled it on before he spread my lower lips and moved forward.

  I bit my lip when his broad head kissed my entrance, and threw my head back with a low groan as he slowly pushed inside. Every nerve in my body was focused on that hot, wet stretch as my pussy struggled to take him inside for the second time this evening. But it was easier this time, even if the size of him still made me grit my teeth and grab at the sofa for purchase.

  “God, you’re big!” I whimpered, a hitch in my breath when he hilted me smoothly at the same moment.

  “Fuck!” Liam growled in response, before falling down on top of me, catching his weight in his
arms so our skin touched but he didn’t squash me. “Goddamn, Audrey.” He didn’t continue, but he didn’t need to. The pleasure was written all over his face and echoed through me in deep, pulsing waves where we were so intimately connected. He thrust, and I moaned and slung my arms around his shoulders, needing him to anchor me to reality even as he pushed me toward oblivion.

  He peppered my jawline with kisses as I clung to him, the heat of his skin enveloping me as he moved slowly but firmly between my thighs, filling me with his hard girth. It was the purest form of bliss, even as he whispered the dirtiest things in my ear—how he loved the wet sound of my pussy struggling to take his cock, how I was born to fuck… how he was going to screw me until I begged him to stop. Through it all, I gasped my agreement out through moans of pleasure. In that moment, I never wanted him to stop moving inside of me, because this… this was what the true meaning of life was. Him.

  Liam took me gently until the ache for something more grew from a lazy pulse to a deep, urgent throb. I rolled my hips up against him, blindly seeking the source of what would soothe the fire in my blood—and I got it.

  With a moan of relief that made me realize he’d been holding back with every ounce of willpower he possessed, Liam snapped his hips down hard between my thighs, making shocks of raw pleasure pound through my core as he finally unleashed his true desire.

  My wanton moans turned to screams as the lover between my thighs turned to a beast. He fucked me every bit as hard as he had against that door, making my sofa groan and my pussy smack wetly every time he bottomed out deep inside.

  It hurt, but it was the kind of pain that only enhanced the pleasure until it became more than I could contain. And just like I had on the stairs, I came for him.

  “Liam! Oh, my god, yes! Don’t stop! Don’t… stop!”

  He didn’t. Even when my climax ebbed, he fucked me through it and straight into another, forcing my pussy to milk his pummeling cock while I cried and came, and cried and came.

  Only when my moans turned to whimpers and my pussy had no more left to give did he finally, mercifully, find his own release.

  Groaning, he stiffened on top of me for a moment, and I felt his cock swell inside my battered sheath. Then, with a shuddered gasp, he rocked against me once, twice… only to finally sink down fully on top of me, covering my body with his own.

  We lay in silence for a while, save our ragged breaths filling the air and the thunder of my heartbeat ringing through my ears. I could feel his pulse where his chest pressed against mine, like a solid, comforting reassurance, along with the sweat glistening on both our bodies and the heat radiating off his skin. I felt so… so complete, as I lay there underneath this stranger who’d taught me things about my own body I’d never have known if he hadn’t stopped to help me this morning in the park.

  Stranger. I pressed a light kiss to his shoulder and licked the salty flavor of his sweat off my lips. I may only have met him a few hours ago, but nothing about him felt like a stranger as we lay entwined on my sofa in the darkened living room. I looked up and caught his gaze—those amazing, gray eyes so full of life and warmth as he looked back at me with a gentle smile curving his lip.

  No, in those moments, I was pretty sure no person had ever known me as intimately as he.

  7

  Audrey

  An aggressive beeping sound tore me out of dreamless sleep.

  I groaned in protest and slapped a hand toward the noise, connecting with my angrily vibrating phone. It was as if the muscles in my arm had turned to Jell-O, and it took me several tries to finally slide the screen in the right direction and turn the alarm off.

  “Hmmph,” Liam sleepily groaned from behind me, and then a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me close against his warm, hard body. “What’s the time?”

  “Six,” I mumbled, snuggling closer up against my bed partner. “We can sleep half an hour more.” I usually didn’t take advantage of the snooze button, but then again—I usually didn’t stay up until the early hours of the night.

  “Mm.” I took the sleepy sound as confirmation, and let myself drift away to the comfortable feeling of being held tight.

  Only, I hadn’t fully fallen back asleep before his large, warm hand began stroking lazy circles against my belly, finally rounding on a breast. Something hard and insistent pressed against my butt, and when the fingers attached to the hand plucked at my nipples, my body slowly began to wake up.

  I sighed and stretched out for him as his questing hand delved down low again, this time continuing in between my thighs. My clit was still sore from the unaccustomed amount of attention that’d been lavished on it last night, but Liam’s touches were light as a feather and oh so gentle. He stroked his fingertips against my small bud with careful patience until the desire in my body eventually smoldered hot enough to burn away the tendrils of sleep.

  The desire pooling between my thighs made me roll over to my back and press my hips up, ignoring the ache in them, blindly searching for more stimulation.

  “Yeah?” Liam’s voice was still rough with sleep, but the note of lust was unmistakable. It went straight to my already pulsing clit.

  “Yeah,” I said, finally cracking my eyelids open to look at him. It was still dark in my bedroom, but I could make out Liam’s messy hair and wide shoulders as he rested by my side on one elbow. I couldn’t see his smile, but I felt it as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips before he shifted on the bed and slipped in between my thighs. Once there, he stretched out on his stomach, and I bit my lip when his hands brushed against my labia before spreading them apart.

  We both sighed when his lips pressed against my mound, and my hands went to his unruly hair.

  He eased me into it with slow, broad licks against the full length of my slit, only focusing on my increasingly yearning clit when I finally couldn’t take the gentleness anymore and pulled him hard against me by his hair.

  Liam chuckled at my roughness and gave my hard little nub a small nip in retaliation. The zing of sensation made me arch off the bed with a moan—and that was all the opening he needed. He lashed my clit mercilessly with hard flicks of his tongue, battering it from all angles until I was crying and thrashing underneath him as he forced my body up, up, up. When he finally wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard and deep, I peaked.

  “Liam! Fuck, God, yes!” My cry rang through the bedroom as my sore muscles clenched around nothing but the ecstasy of release. I slumped down flat on my back, finally letting go of his hair while I tried to catch my breath.

  “How do you do that?” I croaked, my mind still hazy with groggy pleasure. “No one’s ever been able to do that. And you… every time...?”

  Instead of answering, Liam crawled up by body and kissed me deeply. I tasted myself on his lips and sighed into his mouth as his tongue teased mine. He shifted a little so he could rest on one arm without separating our kiss, and I groaned as two of his nimble fingers slid up inside me.

  I was still sore from last night, but he was gentle as he pumped his digits in and out of me, testing my readiness and stretching worn muscles. It didn’t take long before I spread my thighs wider in invitation and pressed my hips up in instinctive waves.

  “Liam…”

  He gave my lips one last peck and rolled off, and judging by the crinkling from the bedside table, I knew he was fumbling with the leftover condoms.

  Bless Eileen.

  Then he was back between my thighs and I bit my lip, anticipating the pain when the wide head of his cock pressed up against my opening.

  But he was gentle—much gentler than at any point the night before—and the stretch when he pushed inside barely hurt at all.

  Liam stilled for a moment once he was fully inside of me. “God, you feel so fucking perfect.” It was a soft rumble. “I could stay inside you forever.”

  I moaned my agreement.

  Our sex wasn’t nearly as rough this time—he took me with a slow, unbreakable rhythm, coaxing my climax fro
m my wakening body rather than forcing it out of me like he had every time he’d made me scream on his cock last night. When I came, I clenched around him in sweet bliss, gasping his name as he moaned through his own release and peppered my lips and throat with kisses.

  I stared dazedly into the ceiling above his shoulder, my arms still wrapped around his warm, strong torso. The darkness was slowly lightening to a deep gray, and I could make out the outline of his mussed hair as he panted softly against my ear.

  I’d never felt like this before—so completely content, from the roots of my hair to my toes. It was a warm, comforting blanket from everywhere his skin touched mine, and it was electric champagne fizz deep in my stomach. He was a stranger to me, and yet he felt so familiar, so right, as if being with him was what my brain had been waiting for to finally release all the pent-up anxiety I’d carried around since somewhere around middle school.

  “How do you do that?” I whispered into the slowly brightening room. I didn’t realize I’d spoken out loud until he lifted his head to look down at me. I could make out the dimples in his cheeks when he gave me a lazy smirk.

  “Pure magic, love.”

  I laughed and rubbed my face against his arm. “At this point, I could believe you.”

  His smile faded as he looked at me, but it was still too dark for me to decipher the expression in his shadowed eyes. When he bent his head to kiss me, I no longer cared.

  His mouth was soft and warm, and as I nibbled on his lower lip I felt his cock begin to stir inside of me again.

  Surprised, I pulled my head back and arched an eyebrow a him. “Again?”

  He shot me an easy grin and rolled his hips, making me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders from the sudden shock of sensation. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop getting hard for you, sweets.”