Chapter 114 One last hard thrust inside me
When we get back to the table, our food is already there. Mom and Alex are in the middle of some animated conversation when we sit down.
"Sophie, honey. What took you so long?" Mom turns to look at me.
I grab my ice water and take a sip before mumbling, "Nothing."
Liam took my soaked underwear. I am sitting here with nothing on under my shorts. The rough fabric keeps rubbing against me every time I move. It feels weird and uncomfortable. Almost like I am running a fever. The ice water is not helping with the heat either.
Alex notices something is off with my face. He leans in close, voice low so only I can hear. "You okay? Did he give you a hard time?"
Before I can answer, Liam clears his throat. It sounds deliberate. Too deliberate. I look up and find him staring at me with obvious warning in his eyes. When he catches me looking, he raises one eyebrow and tilts his head. A reminder. He is reminding me what I am supposed to do next.
"I am fine." I say, pulling away from Alex slightly. "Actually, I think... um, Liam and I should probably go now."
Mom and Alex both look surprised.
"What?" Mom almost drops her fork. She stares at us with huge eyes. "You have not even touched your food yet! Why are you rushing? You better have a good reason."
I do not have a good rLiam. Not one.
I clench my teeth and shoot an angry look at Liam, hoping he will step in and help. But the bastard just sits there with his arms crossed over his chest, smiling all calm like this has nothing to do with him.
I hate him so much sometimes.
"Sophie?" Alex frowns. "Come on. Tell us what is going on."
I bite my lip, brain spinning. I could say I feel sick suddenly. But that is too risky. I know my mom. She will panic and worry and make everything worse.
So I go with option two. In a split second.
"We have homework. It is urgent." I say.
The second those words leave my mouth, Liam makes this weird noise. He covers it up fast with a fake cough, fist pressed to his lips. But his face is twitching. He is fighting so hard not to laugh out loud right now.
I mentally slap myself. That excuse is pathetic. Even for me.
Mom looks confused. "Urgent homework? What could possibly be so urgent that you can not finish dinner first?"
I have nothing.
Luckily, Liam actually helps this time.
"Group project." He says, sounding completely serious. "Due tomorrow. We totally forgot about it. It is not too late to start, but we have to go. Sorry, but we can not stay for dinner."
He stands up and walks over to me, pulls my chair out, and gestures for me to get up. This is happening too fast. When I grab my backpack, Mom and Alex are still sitting there like they are in shock.
I do not have the nerve to look at them again. I just mumble a quick "bye" and walk away with Liam.
We move fast through the restaurant. Out the front door. Down the steps. Liam hands his ticket to the valet. We stand there waiting for the car in silence. And then he bursts out laughing.
"Fuck, Sophie. Are you out of your damn mind?"
His shoulders shake while he laughs. Hard. "I get it. You are a nerd. But urgent homework? Seriously?"
My face burns. From anger. Also from feeling so stupid.
"Oh haha. I am a terrible liar. Hilarious." My voice is flat. "But if you are such an expert at lying, why did you not say something? Now it is great. I bet Mom and Alex are already suspicious. And keep your voice down! You are laughing too loud!"
I keep looking over my shoulder, nervous they might follow us out and see how close we are standing.
Liam grabs my hand. Squeezes it gently. His eyes land on me with this faint amused smile.
"Relax. No one is watching." His voice is soft. "And you only lied for a good rLiam. If that makes you feel better."
I roll my eyes and snort. "Do you even know what a good rLiam is?"
He lowers his head and brushes a soft kiss against my ear. "A good rLiam for me. At least."
His voice is rough. Sexy. It suddenly reminds me why we are standing here. What we are about to do.
My body goes stiff again. The heat comes rushing back.
The valet pulls up with the car right on time. We get in without saying anything. The whole drive home, neither of us speaks. No teasing. No cursing. No fighting.
The tension in the air is thick. Intense. Sexual. I wait nervously. My heart starts beating faster. My palms get sweaty.
He drives us back to the penthouse.
The second we step into the private elevator and the doors close, he grabs my arm and shoves me against the wall. His mouth crashes into mine, hungry and desperate. My back hits the wall hard enough that the elevator shakes a little going up.
"The cameras." I gasp out between shaky breaths. I do not need the security guy getting a free show.
He mutters a curse but keeps kissing me. His hand slides from my waist up my back and presses my body hard against his chest. I can feel how much he wants me. It turns me on even more.
The elevator finally reaches the top floor. He basically drags me out and pushes me against the wall again. Now that we are alone, he yanks my shirt over my head. Unhooks my bra in one move. His hands are all over my chest, eager and rough.
I groan when his fingers find my nipple. The feeling shoots straight through my body and lands right between my legs.
My brain screams at me, begging for more. More of him. So I lift my head and kiss him back, hot and hard. My hand moves down from his arm, over his rock-hard stomach, and finally stops at his jeans. His muscles twitch under my touch. I love that I can do that to him.
I fumble with his belt buckle, hands shaking. He breathes heavy and presses his lips to my forehead. "Keep going, baby. Take it out. Grab my cock."
I do what he says. Slip my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around him. He is so big. So hot. I feel him pulse against my palm.
I want to give him more. So I start moving my hand. Up and down.
"Oh fuck." He grits his teeth, head falling back, eyes closing. A vein pulses in his forehead.
The way he looks right now. It is so incredibly hot. I stare at him, not wanting to miss a single second. I want to remember this forever. I love this so much. I love him.
Wait.
That thought hits me hard. I freeze. What did I just think? No. That is not possible. I must be losing my mind.
Suddenly I feel a sting on my lip. He is sucking on it hard, like he is punishing me for zoning out.
"Seriously? You are thinking about something else right now?" He groans, clearly annoyed.
Then the next second, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal and try to kick him. He just laughs, carries me through the living room, straight into his bedroom, and drops me on the bed.
My back hits the mattress hard. Before I can move, he strips off the rest of our clothes and tosses them on the floor. Then his body is on top of mine again, overwhelming me with more kisses.
I go weak underneath him. Like I am melting. My hands run over his muscles, feeling every inch of his smooth skin. We are so close right now. So intimate.
I cry out suddenly. He pushes a finger inside me. Starts moving it. I was already wet from what happened in the bathroom earlier. Now the pleasure hits me harder, and I almost come right there.
But he pulls his finger out right before it happens. Leaving me hanging. On the edge. It is torture. I glare at him with watery eyes, silently begging.
He laughs low in his throat. "You will come. Just not yet."
He reaches over to the nightstand, grabs a foil packet from the drawer, and rips it open with his teeth. Rolls it on. I press my thighs together, waiting, desperate.
Then he spreads my legs open again. Guides himself to my entrance. My heart almost stops when I feel how wet I am, coating the tip of him.
"Sophie." He says my name soft. His green eyes are hazy with want, mixed with something else I can not figure out. Then he pushes all the way inside me. Fills me completely.
I groan. Pain and pleasure mixed together. He is too big. I feel stretched open by him. He stops for a minute, eyes on my face, watching my reaction.
Then he pulls back slightly. Slides into me again. His cock pulses inside me, filling every inch, making me shiver. Part of me wants to run from how good this feels. But he holds my legs tight, keeping me there.
"Fuck. You are so damn tight." His voice sounds strained.
He grabs my hair, pulls my head up, and kisses me hard. Then he picks up speed. Starts fucking me faster. My body clenches around him, wanting more.
He moans and buries his face in my neck. "Oh fuck, Sophie."
He keeps going. Relentless. Hips moving faster and faster. My back arches off the bed, giving him more access. My fingers curl into the sheets. My toes curl too.
"Fuck, baby. You are so wet. So warm." His breathing is rough, ragged. He rocks his hips into mine.
"Oh fuck. Yeah. Do not stop." I moan and grab his arms, nails digging into his skin.
The sound of him moving inside me fills the room. He keeps fucking me. Hard. Wild. Throwing me over the edge again and again.
I scream when I come the first time. But while I am still riding it out, he keeps going and pushes me straight into a second one. It is too much. Mind-blowing.
It feels like forever. Him filling me. Over and over.
Then suddenly he pulls me up slightly, presses my back against his chest. One last hard thrust inside me. He pants my name. I feel him pulse inside. He comes too.
We both collapse onto the bed. Shaking from the aftershocks. He is still inside me. I close my eyes and breathe hard, chest heaving.
Then I feel his fingers touch my temple. Gently pushing a strand of sweaty hair off my face. A soft kiss lands on my forehead.
My heart flutters. A wave of something huge crashes through me. I squeeze my eyes shut. Too scared to figure out what these feelings are.