Chapter 2 Raw Reunion, steamy Rejoining.
Softly glowing lights of New York's cityscape seeped past towering penthouse windows, casting golden hues over luxurious spaces. Chloe stood frozen beside a plush king-sized bed, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs in sheer terror suddenly.
She doesn't belong in this place. Deep down, she felt an overwhelming urge suddenly arise, prompting her to walk away before making a rash choice. She stayed nonetheless.
Liam Astor watched her with an unreadable expression. His broad shoulders relaxed, exuding dominance effortlessly beneath his imposing presence. He dug deep into his pocket, pulled out a thick wad of cash, and slapped it onto a glass bedside table.
Bills fanned out crisp and untouched beside stacks of dusty papers. Chloe's breathing suddenly caught sharply in her throat. This was his method of operation, somehow. She swallowed hard, resisting an intense urge that flared anger deeply within her inner self.
"You think this is what I want?" She asked, her voice edged with something she wasn't sure she wanted to define.
She asked if this was what she wanted. Her voice was edged with something vaguely unsettling and intensely personal, somehow. "It's what everyone wants."
Her nails dug into her palm. Liam's eyelids suddenly remained frozen in place. Everyone desires that deeply. Her nails were clenched fiercely in her palm, somehow.
His infuriating nature got under people's skin. Smugly, he comes across that way. That guy's behavior was utterly infuriating. "Walk away, then," Liam said smoothly. "If you are looking for something else, you won't find it here."
She should turn around, walk out of the suite and pretend none of this was happening, but she couldn't deny raw magnetism simmered between them eerily in dark, silent moments, threatening oddly to ignite if she let it, but the truth was, she wanted to forget. Just for one night. Forget the stress that weighed on her shoulders like a concrete slab. Forget that looming stack of unpaid bills waiting ominously on her kitchen counter and endless rejection emails clogging her inbox.
Forget the suffocating pressure of surviving in a merciless city that devours people whole and spits them out abruptly. Chloe exhaled a slow, shuddering breath that felt like utter defeat somehow and maybe it was.
A decision was made in that single breath as she stepped forward. Liam's eyes darkened swiftly beneath a flicker of almost feral intensity that flashed eerily across his face. His lips curved into something perilously near satisfaction, silently acknowledging he knew she would gravitate towards him amidst intense anticipation.
He reached for her suddenly without any hesitation. His hands grasped her waist firmly with fingers digging deep into her skin, almost as if anchoring her firmly in place somehow.
She scarcely had time before his mouth crashed onto hers with overwhelming force, so suddenly. His kiss overwhelmed her with intense fervor, like he desperately needed to devour every shred of her lingering doubt.
Her fingers bunched up in his shirt, gripping fabric tightly as if relinquishing hold meant total existential loss somehow. She pulled him in tight, pressing her body firmly against his warm skin.
Her pulse pounded fiercely beneath her skin, which prickled intensely with dark anticipation as fire coiled ominously low in her stomach, spreading rapidly through her veins. Clothes hit the floor piece by piece, each discarded item falling like another barrier between them slowly.
Her back pressed against a cool glass window beside a city sprawling beneath in glittering lights and endless frenetic movement.
Liam's heated touch on her chilled skin made her gasp sharply beneath his firm grasp. His hands explored her fingers, mapping curves of her body possessively in a deeply sensual manner, claiming ownership silently.
The world outside blurred, as the pulse of New York started fading into insignificance. Inside this suite, there was no stress, no debt and no struggle.
There was only this moment, only him. The night burned bright, raw, unfiltered and all-consuming. There were no second thoughts, no lingering doubts.
Only tangled sheets and whispered names, soft gasps and deep groans, the pleasure that left her breathless and wanting more. Her moan was muffled and indifferent. Liam’s mind had gone blank, with only a simple, ugly craving for release remaining in his thoughts.
His advances on Chleo were practiced and skilled. He moved like someone who had done this a thousand times and would do it a thousand more. There was no fire, only friction and yet... It was hollow.
His laugh was wild and unfiltered, while his eyes were so bright and charming. Chloe’s hands roamed freely as his lips tasted of expensive wine.
Liam moved his mouth from Chloe's soft lips to her neck, kissing and nibbling. His hands roamed her curves while cupping her breasts. He took a nipple between his teeth, sucking and flicking his tongue. Chloe moaned, arching her back.
Liam kissed down her stomach, pausing at her belly button. As he looked up at her face with smoldering eyes. Chloe bit her lip in anticipation as Liam kept going, parting her thighs. He licked along her slit, making her shiver. His tongue circled her clit as he slipped a finger inside, curling it just right. "Fuck..." Chloe breathed, fisting the sheets.
Liam added another finger, now pumping faster. His tongue increased pressure on her clit. Chloe arched and moaned as pleasure was building. "Oh god, don't stop," she moaned lowly. Liam obliged, working on her harder, determined to make her come on his hand and mouth.
Suddenly, he withdrew. Before Chloe could protest, he was already pushing inside her, stretching her walls. "Ah!" she cried out at the sharp and quick intrusion. Liam paused to let her adjust, then started thrusting vigorously again, fucking her pussy hard and deep. The bed creaked with the force of his movements.
Chloe clung to him with her nails digging into his back as she matched his rhythm. She could feel him pulsing inside her, getting closer. "Fill me up," she urged, clenching around him. Immediately, he let out a guttural breath; the sound was as raw as a moan. Liam buried his face on her neck and exploded his hot cum deep within her.
Liam withdrew his throbbing cock from Chloe's tight, soaked depths, leaving a trail of their combined juices along her inner thighs. He stroked himself a few times, watching in satisfaction as Chloe shuddered through the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. "You take my cock so well, baby girl," he purred, his voice husky with desire. "I love feeling girls cum apart on my cock."
Chloe moaned softly, still lost in the haze of pleasure. Her pussy clenched, aching to be filled again. She reached down and spread her lower lips, exposing her sensitive, swollen clit. "Mmm, look how wet you made me," she teased, circling the sensitive nub. "I need you inside me again."
Liam growled, his cock twitching eagerly at the erotic sight. He positioned himself between her thighs once more, rubbing the thick head against her entrance. Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Please… I want to feel you come inside me again," she whimpered needily.
With a sharp thrust of his hips, Liam sheathed himself fully within her again. Chloe cried out at the sudden fullness, her walls fluttering around his girth. "Yes, just like that," she urged breathlessly as he began to move, setting a deep, relentless pace. "Fuck me hard and fill me up!"
Liam obliged, pounding into her slick heat with wild abandon. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Chloe's wanton moans and Liam's grunts of exertion. He could feel another climax building, his balls drawing up tight. "Gonna come again," he warned through gritted teeth, driving into her harder.
"Yes, yes!" Chloe screamed, her pussy spasming around him as she came undone for the second time. Liam let out a feral growl and slammed home one last time before exploding inside her, pumping her full of his hot seed. They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, both utterly spent, as they were both panting. Chloe nestled into his chest, still in post-coital bliss. "That was amazing," Liam murmured.
His breath came heavy, while his body was betraying a satisfaction that his heart couldn’t feel. When silence settled over them, their bodies tangled in the aftermath. Chloe lay still, as her heart was still racing. She wasn't sure if she felt more whole… Or completely undone.
Her mind was filled with thoughts of "Doesn’t he just feel awkward squeezing a stranger's nipple and sucking her honey pot?"
His touch was too smooth and his rhythm was too clean. It was definitely a performance, not an intimacy. Every one of his motions was precise and almost rehearsed, no warmth, no tenderness, just rhythm and control.
Dawn broke ridiculously early today. Soft morning light seeped past folds of fabric, casting gentle shadows across a quiet space slowly.
Beneath whisper-thin sheets, Chloe stirred fitfully, losing all sense of her location for a brief, surreal moment.