Venus rising boxset, p.81
Venus Rising Boxset, page 81
But she couldn’t even think about that because suddenly, her body was completely covered by nearly six feet and two hundred pounds of hot, aroused male, kissing her like he was starving, and she was manna from heaven. The press of his thighs against hers trapped her legs, and she arched beneath him, but there was nowhere for her to go. His hard chest crushed her breasts, her nipples rubbing against wiry hair, steel cock digging into her pubic bone almost painfully. She liked it hurting a little, the ache outside matching the needy ache inside of her, her pussy lips tingling as she tried to lift her hips and rub herself against him.
With his forearms on either side of her, Liam lifted his body to press all of his weight onto his arms, his feet moving to touch between hers.
“Spread your legs, honey-girl.”
The look in his eyes was hungry… but tender, as was his voice. The strange dichotomy made her throb inside. She’d been expecting fast, hot, dominating sex… which this was, except it wasn’t. It was more than sex, an inexplicable yet discernible difference that made her heart tight in her chest.
“Hold them in place. Don’t move.”
It wasn’t just hunger in Liam’s eyes, it was an adoration… a look of awe that she was there with him. Passion mixed with something very close to reverence for the moment, for her, for her submission to him.
Hilary spread her legs wide, wanting him inside her, wanting to seal the bond she felt between them, and connect with him on every level. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she loved him, but then he was kissing her again, his body settling on top of hers, the kiss softer than the last one but no less hungry. The thick head of his cock nudging against her opening, Hilary whimpered against his lips, moving her hips upward, actively resisting the urge to close her legs around him and use them to draw him into her.
“Bad girl,” he chuckled against her lips, his hands moving down to press down on her hips, his fingers curving around them. “You’re not supposed to be moving.”
She groaned. “How am I supposed to stop? I can barely keep my arms and legs in place, Liam!”
“Try.” His lips feathered over her jawline down to her neck. “Just try.”
The thickness of his voice sounded like he was close to losing control, her admission that she was struggling further arousing him. Hilary didn’t want to disappoint him by moving, but she realized he liked knowing it was difficult for her.
Darn him.
The urge to move, to let her hips rise, only increased as the pressure of his hands on her hips was removed, and he cradled her upper body in his arms, rocking his own hips forward, so the head of his cock slid up and down the wet folds of her pussy. Hilary gasped, then moaned uncontrollably, trembling with the effort to hold still. Her eyelashes fluttered, looking up at him, seeing the pure pleasure on his face as he watched her expression flit between frustration, need, and delight.
“Honey-girl.” His voice was raspy, low, almost a growl, and she shuddered, bringing her body under control before she looked up at him.
Liam’s eyes caught hers in an almost-hypnotic gaze, holding their gazes together as he began to push inside of her. It was the most incredibly intimate moment of her life—their eyes connecting as their bodies became so, the sweet tenderness he was looking down on her with, the gentle but insistent press of his shaft into her body, the heat and weight of his body above hers. Hilary knew she would remember every detail, every sensation of this moment for the rest of her life.
As he pressed deeper, it became impossible not to move, groaning as her inner muscles stretched, her hips lifting before she bit her lip and forced them back down. Heat flared in Liam’s eyes as she did so, and his body thrust forward, burying himself the last few inches inside her. They both paused, panting, as her sheath contracted around him, adjusting to the erotic invasion. Hilary stared up at him, and he smiled down at her as he pulled his hips back and thrust forward again.
It was dominance… it was heat… it was slow, purposeful, and mind blowing.
Yet it wasn’t at all what she had expected—even now. He moved, powerfully but gently, gazing into her eyes. This wasn’t fucking. This wasn’t even having sex.
This was making love.
Liam hadn’t said it, and neither had she, but right now, she felt it. She felt it in the way he was looking at her, the gentle way he penetrated her body, the way his strokes were long and lingering as he emptied and filled her, over and over. Instinct and emotion guiding her, the slow, seductive thrusts in and out were driving her wild.
Liam could see it in her eyes as she struggled not to reach for him, not to move from her supine position beneath him. Her breasts heaved upward as she breathed deeply, cheeks flushed, eyes slowly glazing as she began to lose control of her instincts, giving in to the sensations running through her body.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he ordered roughly, wanting to feel her touch him. And as she did so, he lowered his lips to hers again, kissing her gently at first, then more insistently as he felt her fingers stroking the muscles on his shoulders and the tendrils of hair on the nape of his neck. As the kiss increased in passion, his thrusts began to intensify in speed and intensity. She was so tight, so deliciously wet, a snug haven for his body, and every stroke was almost unbearably pleasurable. He’d wanted to take it slow at first—a necessity rather than a choice—needing to gather his self-control; otherwise, he would have been spilling into her like a teenaged boy.
The tension in her arms, in her body, showed her resolve not to move more than he’d told her to as he began to move harder, faster, and damn if it wasn’t the most erotic thing he’d ever felt in his life. Small tremors shook her, hips occasionally lifting before she could stop herself, all of her ramped up energy going into her kiss, which had become downright electric.
Groaning, Liam lost himself in her softness, her eagerness. Her arms tightened around his neck as he began to pump hard and fast. Feeling her thighs beginning to tighten around his legs, he moved his arms down, hooking around them, her knees settling into the crook of his arms, keeping her spread wide and vulnerable to his body as he thrust and ground against her. Hilary cried out, no longer able to hold still as she began to writhe—not struggling, just no longer able to stop her impulses as rising pleasure tightened inside of her. Controlling her responses before, keeping herself in place for him had galvanized her body to erupt with complete abandon once her control was lifted.
“Come for me, Hilary,” he rasped into her ear as he felt the tremors of her climax approaching, knowing she was going to in a moment, anyway, and wanting her to do so with his command ringing in her ears.
Her nails scored his shoulders, digging in, and she screamed his name as the most intense orgasm of her life blazed through her core. The ecstasy surged and sent her flying, gasping for air, unable to slow the convulsions from shattering her into pieces. Liam pumped and swelled, breaching her deeper and harder, his hard body rubbing against her soft lips and throbbing clitoris. Hilary wanted to tell him to slow down, to give her time to breathe, but all she could do was sob his name over and over as she clung to him, lost in a whirling cataclysm of overwhelming sensations.
Something throbbed deep inside of her, searing her, and she heard him groan, the sound came as if from a distance through the roaring in her ears. He muttered something indiscernible against her neck, holding himself so deeply inside of her, she felt as though she was almost split apart. The whimpers from her throat slowed as her body slowly began to drift down from the pinnacle of her orgasm, her body beginning to relax, and she realized her nails were digging deeply into his back.
“Sorry…” she muttered, pulling her hands away, running her palms over the half-crescent marks.
Liam chuckled as he lowered her legs to the bed, his weight coming to rest heavily on the lower part of her body. Pushing his upper body away, he brushed soft kisses across her cheek.
“I’m not. That was incredible.”
For a moment, she wondered what he was doing, then realized he was kissing the tear tracks down the side of her face.
“Oh…” She brushed at them, embarrassed.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” she said, blushing. “I… um… that was… it was just really intense.”
The fact she could shyly blush while he was still joined with her body made Liam laugh again. His sweet, little, submissive prude.
“What was really intense? The sex? The orgasm?”
His hips rolled, and Hilary’s head fell back, her legs clamping around his body as her fingers clutched at his biceps, the movement sending a shuddering ripple of pleasure through her. It wasn’t a climax in and of itself, more like the memory of one. With Liam above her, examining her so closely, it was impossible to hide her reaction from him… or her blush as she refocused her eyes on him. She felt like hiding under the covers, hated that he wanted to talk about what they’d just done, yet part of her was loving that he was making her do so, anyway.
“All… all of it…” She stammered, lowering her lashes, so she didn’t feel quite so much like a mouse trapped beneath a playful cat. Not a hungry cat—he didn’t look like he was going to devour her anymore—but a cat who wanted to tease, to toy with its prey. A shy smile crossed her face as her inner muscles tightened again. “It was all… pretty incredible.”
He was smitten. That was really the only word for it. Smitten and satisfied, riding high on the endorphins, which came from amazing sex, and at the moment, he couldn’t imagine anything better than having this woman in his bed every night and waking up to her every morning. It was on the tip of his tongue to suggest just that… but he caught himself.
They weren’t there yet. Were they?
It was a step he’d never contemplated before. They’d taken a couple of very large steps in the past twenty-four hours, what with meeting her parents, then making love for the first time.
But…
The desire was there.
“What?” Hilary asked, stroking her finger along his cheek and bringing his attention back to her. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to dig my nails in so hard.” A worried expression on her face, she slid her hands over his shoulders to feel his back, seeking out the indents and scratches her nails had left on his skin.
The grin which lit up his face was pure, masculine smugness. “Trust me, honey-girl, I don’t mind at all.”
He flexed his shoulders, feeling the slight burn across his skin where she’d left her marks. That was the kind of thing a man didn’t mind feeling for a couple days, lingering proof of a job well done. Hilary blushed again, and he laughed, lowering his mouth to kiss her.
To his regret, the movement was just enough, he finally slipped from her body, no longer intimately connected. With a small sigh, he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him to snuggle into his side as she giggled over his abrupt movements and man-handling.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured after a couple minutes of snuggling in comforting silence.
“What? Why?” Liam asked, confused. He lifted his head to look down at her as she tilted hers back to meet his eyes, looking rather rueful.
“I couldn’t hold still the whole time,” she said with a resigned sigh. “I tried, I really did…”
While they’d been cuddling, she hadn’t been able to help thinking about her performance and worry she hadn’t done well enough to please him. Not that he’d seemed at all disappointed or unhappy, it was just… she wanted to do everything right. And now that she was no longer caught up in the maelstrom of sensations, she couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways she could have done better.
To her surprise, Liam chuckled, again in that smug way of his. “Honey-girl, I liked you losing control… eventually.”
“So, you want me to lose control?” she asked, confused.
“I want you to do your best to stay in control and follow my orders and eventually fail because I’m just that damn good,” he said, pulling her on top of his chest and looking impossibly smug.
“You’re setting me up for failure.” Hilary scowled down at him like an angry little kitten— about as threatening as one too.
“Yes, but you won’t be punished for it,” he said, threading his fingers through her unruly hair and pulling her mouth down for a kiss. “I’ll only be disappointed if you don’t try hard enough.”
“But how will you know?”
“I’ll know.”
He probably would too. Deep down, she didn’t want to cheat and give in. She could see it becoming a point of pride with her to hold out for as long as possible before becoming overwhelmed by whatever he was doing to her. The sheer eroticism of what they were doing was something she’d been prepared for, but she hadn’t expected the playfulness. She hadn’t realized she would feel adored and loved.
Sighing, she rested her head on his chest, wishing this moment could go on forever. Liam’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close, and she closed her eyes. Too bad it was morning. She could have happily fallen asleep just like this.
Chapter 9
It was a good thing Adam had a big television room, Justin thought as he looked around at the crowd which had gathered for the Saturday afternoon game. Out of all of them, he had the biggest flat screen television and a sectional, which was large enough to seat the majority of their friends.
Liam and Hilary were in the corner next to him, snuggling so closely, she was mostly on his lap, and for once, she was barely paying attention to the game. Jessica, Lexie, and the actual Skins fans were getting into the cheering. Him included, although he wasn’t nearly as vocal as the ladies. Jessica was certainly enjoying the continuous commentary from Lexie and Olivia.
He eyed Lexie, who was sitting on the floor between Patrick’s legs, getting a neck massage. Apparently, she’d been out dancing the night before—he really didn’t want to think about what kind of dancing would throw her neck out of whack—and been moving rather gingerly since she’d arrived for the game. She didn’t complain, but none of them had missed the way she’d been rubbing her neck, and when Patrick had asked her what was wrong and she’d told him, he’d practically ordered her to sit in front of him. Thankfully Lexie was dressed in her Morrison jersey and a pair of jeans today—it was messing with all of their heads to see her behind the desk at Stronghold on a regular basis wearing her ‘sexy’ clothing. None of them wanted to think of her that way.
The look of pure bliss on her face spoke to the man’s effectiveness with massage, her body much more relaxed since she’d been under Patrick’s fingers. Strange how such a very large, frightening looking man could be so gentle. Yet wasn’t that a characteristic of almost every man in their group of friends? The dichotomies of their personalities were something that amused Justin on a regular basis, even within himself.
Adam and Olivia were sitting on the part of the couch perpendicular to the main part, engaged in an ongoing argument in which he insisted she should cheer just as hard for the Ravens as for the Skins since they were also a Maryland team. Olivia’s point was, she’d been a Skins fan all her life and couldn’t become interested in a team just because it had been suddenly planted in her soil. Even if they did have pretty purple jerseys. Of course, from there, the conversation devolved to insults.
Andrew and Jared were sitting next to them, not paying attention to the game, talking rather seriously, Andrew’s expression worried while Jared looked stubborn. Justin would be willing to bet they were talking about Jared’s on-again, off-again girlfriend and sub, Marissa. Most of them had given up convincing Jared she would be just fine if he severed the relationship completely, rather than allowing her to toy with him by breaking up with him to “explore” other relationships, only to come running back whenever she thought he might be moving on. He hoped Adam kept Olivia occupied with their conversation; the Domme detested Marissa and had ceased to be at all polite when Marissa had gotten possessive over Olivia and Jared’s friendship. In Justin’s opinion, Marissa wasn’t a real sub, just a manipulative, emotional black hole, who liked to play with kink now and then, latching on to Jared as a safety net and caregiver.
Chris and Jessica were on the other side, Jessica holding hands with Chris while Justin’s arm was behind her on the back of the couch. They’d started off the afternoon cuddling, but Jessica was jumping up too much whenever she got excited. Liam had put up with that from Hilary for a few times before securing her on his lap, looking both amused and exasperated. Fortunately, Hilary seemed to like him keeping her in place, which had started a few mini-wrestling matches that ended in giggling and kissing.
It would be disgusting if it weren’t so damned cute.
Beside them on the other perpendicular section of the couch was Rick, watching Hilary and Liam more than he was watching the game, something akin to envy in his wintery eyes. Which was a bit of a surprise since Rick had been quite happily unattached for a while and hadn’t expressed any interest in having a relationship. But, then again, Justin had noticed more than one of his friends, watching him and Chris with Jessica or Liam with Hilary, and seen little flickers of similar emotions on their faces. Only Andrew and Patrick seemed completely unaffected, but Patrick rarely showed any emotion, and Andrew had his own baggage about relationships he would have to work through before even attempting one.
“So, when are you moving in with Justin and Chris?” Rick asked Jessica as he took a sip of beer. Most of the conversations around the room slowed a bit as people listened in. Justin restrained a sigh, but he wasn’t surprised they were all interested. It was a pretty unconventional relationship in a room of unconventional people, yet they were the ones taking the first big step. Olivia was the only other person in the room who had lived with her boyfriend before, and that hadn’t lasted very long.
