Chapter 09

Avery

Somehow, tonight was a little bit colder than most.

Probably because of the thunderstorm that was approaching.

I shut the windows and put the blinds on before making my way to the bed.

Lying flat on my belly, I resumed my reading session. But my thoughts instantly strayed away from my book to Liam.

It was close to midnight, and everyone had already departed for their bedrooms.

That everyone meant Dad and Carla because I saw a little of Liam in the past three days and none today.

And these three days have been hard.

Because every night I'll have a wet dream about him and wake up in the middle of the night.

My vibrator was now transferred from the cupboard to my bedside drawer.

Yesterday I slept early but then woke up at midnight with soaking panties and decided to take a cold shower which I used to relieve myself.

But no vibrator or even my fingers could come close to his cock.

I slept with a total of three different people before Liam.

My first time was more of a drunken mistake than sex.

And then my first and only boyfriend, who didn't know how to fuck.

A friend in college, who knew his thing but never knew how to keep it in his pants, so he fucked almost every single girl who came his way, and I didn't want to get STDs. He was basically a manwhore.

And then Liam.

Liam fucked me so good that he made me believe no man could ever get me off like that.

And it was proving right to some extent.

Because I had never faced a problem getting off on my own.

But these last few nights when I tried to get off, it proved to be difficult because even though I knew my thing, I still couldn't reach my peak until I imagined him fucking me.

I said I wasn't a desperate whore or something but with him, it was like I was willing to be a slut just so he would fuck me.

And it irritated me. Because he didn't want that.

Deep down, I knew it was wrong.

If anyone hears about it, it will all become a mess.

But then again, if he didn't open his mouth to anyone, this would stay with us only and none of us would want to risk getting exposed.

We could just keep it to ourselves. But he made it clear that I should forget about it. And my pride wouldn't let me go to him.

But I was only a fraction away from throwing that pride away and running to him and begging him to fuck me like a slut!

I groaned in annoyance as an image of his absurdly handsome body appeared in my head.

A sudden knock on my bedroom door brought me out of my thoughts.

I stood up from the bed and looked at the door.

Dad and Carla were asleep, so it either meant that it was Liam or a burglar.

The latter seemed more reasonable.

I turned on the lights and opened the door.

Liam's striking face and the faint smell of alcohol were what welcomed me.

I took in his form.

His black shirt was tucked out of his trousers, and the top two buttons of it were missing and his hair was in a mess.

And his brown eyes were hazy with one too many things.

Before I could say anything, he stepped inside and leaned down, capturing my lips in his in a soft kiss.

I was only shocked for a second before my lips started moving along his as fireworks exploded in my head.

I lost my footing because of the strength he was putting in but soon found his arms around me securing my body to his.

The click of the door shutting close was heard in the background but all I concentrated on was mapping the skin of his exposed chest with my palm while his hand squeezed my waist.

A bite on my bottom lip brought a moan out of my lips, and I instantly parted my lips to welcome his tongue.

As soon as his tongue met mine, I was taken back to that night. The memories bring a thrill to my body and a familiar yet delightful ache between my legs.

I squirmed in his arms as his lips and tongue assaulted my mouth.

Within seconds, the kiss had grown from soft and pliant to needy and urgent.

His tongue sucked on my compliant, numb tongue, with a little bit of saliva dripping down from where our tongues intertwined.

By the time we parted, I was gasping for air; my brain fogged up.

My knees felt wobbly.

Just a kiss from him was able to make me go limp in his arms.

But he didn't stop there; his hand started roaming inside my T-shirt.

When his hands grazed the underside of my boob, as I wasn't wearing anything underneath, he stopped, “Fuck, babygirl. You'll be the death of me!”

His rough palm covered my boob, and his other hand started kneading my waist before reaching down and cupping my ass through the tiny shorts I was wearing.

With a squeeze on my boob, he lifted me effortlessly by my rear. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he led us to the bed.

As soon as he dropped me on the bed, he parted my legs and settled himself in between them.

He pulled my t-shirt off and didn't waste a second before his tongue was lapping and flicking at my hard nipples.

His mouth greedily sucked and bit on them while I weaved my fingers in his hair pulling him into me.

My abdomen was tingling with anticipation and desire.

He pulled up from my chest and took off my shorts before getting rid of his shirt and settling down again for a passionate kiss.

My impatient hands found their way to his belt buckle and opened it with little effort.

He again sat up and helped me get them off.

When he slid down again, his manhood pressed against my abdomen, and I moaned at the contact.

I held his shaft between our bodies, rubbing my palm over it.

Soon, I felt his hand slide over mine while his lips were still busy kissing me.

He aligned his cock to my entrance, but as soon as its tip touched me, I pulled away from the kiss.

“If you're gonna spout nonsense again in the morning, better fuck off now.”

I warned him as my breath came out short and uneven.

He looked at me with his hazy brown eyes that almost appeared black because of the lust darkening them.

He held my neck with one hand and replied, “Wise men don't make a mistake twice!”

“Good, because I have quite a few things to show you,” I whispered and he sucked in a breath before tipping my head up and kissing me.

When I guided his shaft to align with my entrance, he pulled away.

“Condoms?”

“I'll take pills. Now just fuck me, will you?!”

With that his thick cock pushed between the tender flesh of my pussy, stretching me as it went inside.

My already wet pussy welcomed his hugeness with delight, making it easier for him to push inside me without much effort.

“Fuck, babygirl, you're always so tight.”

With one hard thrust, he pushed himself completely inside me, burying his hugeness within the depths of my womb.

A pleasurable moan escaped both our lips. I could feel his balls touching just below where we were intertwined.

Breathing heavily, he pulled out of me until only the tip of his cock was inside before he pushed in harder than before.

“Argnh!” moans, gasps, and whimpers escaped my lips as my body met his violent thrusts.

His every thrust shook my body wildly as his hugeness penetrated me from within.

My hands found their way around his neck and then his back, clawing at him as the intensity shook me.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he asked, and I did without any complaint.

The new position only made him thrust deeper and harder inside me, making my eyes roll shut as the pleasure hit me fiercely.

The room was filled with the sounds of our skins slapping as our bodies danced in a symphony, synchronising both of us together.

After what felt like hundreds of thrusts, the heat inside my body finally reached its peak, and then convulsed as I felt him emptying his fluid inside my womb, filling it completely.