I remember everything about our encounter in incredibly vivid detail and feel my cock stiffening. The sound of her moans and groans of pleasure as I licked and sucked on her sweet, tight pussy echo through my mind like the soundtrack of the most erotic film ever made.
With the water from the shower spilling down over me, I take my rigid cock in my hand and give it a firm squeeze. I close my eyes and conjure up the images of Paige, letting our sensual tryst in her shop replay through my mind on an endless loop.
With a firm grip on my stiff rod, I begin to stroke myself. I can feel Paige's lips pressed to mine. Feel the warmth of her breath in my ear. I'm rock hard and as I hear her sensual moans in my ears and have her scent in my nose, my body is begging for release.
I throw my head back, a low growl escaping my throat as I jerk my cock hard and fast. Going down on her had been pleasurable for the both of us. I loved the way she tasted. Love the way she moved beneath me. The way her body reacted to my touch.
I want more. A lot more.
As I pump my cock in my fist, my memories give way to fantasies. I picture Paige in sexy black lingerie. I close my eyes and imagine feeling her soft, plump lips on my cock. I moan as I imagine feeling her mouth sliding up and down my hard rod, her soft, delicate hand jerking me off at the same time.
I imagine standing her up and bending her over. Running my hands along the smooth, silky black stockings she's wearing. I reach out and run my hands along the smooth, soft flesh of her ass. I picture her looking back at me, biting her bottom lip, a sultry look on her face.
“Fuck me, Liam,” her voice echoes in my mind. “Fuck me hard.”
I imagine myself stepping forward and slamming my cock into that sweet little pussy of hers. I groan, imagining the tight, wet feel of it. I jerk my cock harder, feeling my balls begin to tighten as I picture myself pulling her hair while I drive my cock into her over and over again.
I hear her moans, I hear her crying out, feel her pushing herself back against me, taking my cock even deeper into her. The pressure is building up inside of me as I fantasize about fucking Paige good and hard. Fantasize about feeling my hard shaft slamming into the soft, velvety folds of her tight little pussy.
“Fuck,” I growl as the pressure building inside of me finally boils over. “Fuck yes, Paige.”
My cock throbs in my hand as I finally burst, a jet of hot, white cum shooting out of me and landing in water pooling around the shower drain. I lean against the wall, reveling in the sensations coursing through me. My cock pulses as my orgasm begins to fade, taking with it the fragments of fantasy that had sustained me.
With the water pouring down over me, I picture Paige's face again and recall the way she felt and tasted.
I want her so fucking bad. I have to have her.
Chapter Seventeen
Paige
“Are you kidding me?” Skyler looks at me wide-eyed.
I shake my head. “I'm actually not.”
“Oh my God, girl,” she squeals. “Good for you!”
We're sitting in a booth at the Grill well after the lunch rush has come and gone and Skyler is practically bouncing in her seat. I'd just told her what happened with Liam in the bookstore and her smile is so wide, I'm almost afraid it's going to split her face in two.
“So, when are you going to see him again?” she asks. “When are you going to seal that deal?”
I laugh and shake my head. “I don't think I am.”
Her mouth falls open and her expression changes from one of extreme giddiness to one of pure shock and horror.
“What are you talking about?” Skyler asks. “You have to. You can't walk that far down the path and then just turn around.”
“I don't think I can actually have sex with him, Sky.”
“And why not?”
“Because, I don't know if I'm into him like that,” I say.
“You were into him enough to let him go down on you,” she says.
“Yeah, but –”
“And you were into him enough that you would have boned him right there in your shop,” she presses.
“I lost my head for a minute,” I say. “I lost control of myself.”
She leans forward across the table and takes my hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. “Maybe that's what you need, hon,” she says. “Maybe you need to learn to lose control a little bit now and then.”
I sigh and take a drink of my soda, setting the glass back down and leaning back in the booth. I'm just so damn conflicted right now. Yeah, I enjoyed having Liam go down on me yesterday. I enjoyed it a lot, in fact. And I have no doubts at all that I would have enjoyed having sex with him.
But, at the same time, I barely know him. Yeah, I'm intrigued by him. I find him very interesting as well as attractive. But, I need more than that to actually sleep with somebody. I need to have a connection with them.
“Maybe that's your biggest problem,” Skyler says.
“I have a lot of problems,” I say, “could you narrow it down for me a bit?”
She grins at me. “Your control,” she says. “You're so bound up and try to control everything inside of you that it's really screwing with your head, hon. You've always been like this and I don’t think it's good for you.”
“I don't know, Sky,” I say.
“Maybe, having somebody in your life that challenges that control, that takes it away from you, would be a good thing,” she says. “Or maybe, more importantly, somebody you're willing to give that control to, would be a good thing for you.”
I look at her and pop a sweet potato fry into my mouth. “And what makes you think Liam is the right guy for that?” I ask.
“For a couple of reasons –”
“If you say because he's hot, I'm going to smack you with a french fry.”
Skyler laughs. “No, that's not what I was going to say – but he is hot,” she says. “What I was going to say though, is because of the way you look when you talk about him. You just get this kind of dreamy look in your eyes. It's something I don't think I've ever seen before. I can tell you're infatuated with the man.”
“I’m intrigued by him,” I correct her. “Totally different from infatuated.”
“If you say so,” she says. “More than that though, the simple fact that you let him go down on you, and almost had sex with him – in your shop of all places – tells me that you do have some sort of a connection with him already. That you're more into him than you're letting yourself acknowledge or believe.”
I let out a long breath and take another drink of my soda. I look at Skyler and then back down at my plate, still trying to process everything that happened, as well as everything she's saying. I honestly don't know what came over me in the shop yesterday. That was so out of character for me that I don't know what to make of it. Or even where to begin figuring it out.
“I don't know about that,” I say.
“I do,” she replies. “But, why are you so hesitant about him?”
I chew the fry in my mouth and swallow before answering. “Well, first of all, I don't even know that he's into me like that.”
Skyler laughs. “I'd say going down on you in your shop is a pretty good indication that he's into you.”
“Or an indication that he's just a guy who wants to get laid.”
“Did he?” she asks, arching an eyebrow. “Get laid?”
“Well, no,” I say. “Because we were interrupted.”
“And yet, he didn't stick around and wait for Mrs. James to leave so he could pick up where you left off.”
“At that point, I wouldn't have,” I say. “I'd come back to my senses.”
“He didn't know that,” she presses. “For all he knew, once the old lady left, you two would be banging like beasts in the back again. But, he got you off and left.”
A small smile touches my lips as I think back to what we'd done. Recalling how he made me feel. I remember thinking what a generous lover he seems to be. That he seemed more focused on my pleasure than on his. It's a rarity in men – at least, in my experience. That's what made it stand out all the more in my mind.
“Do you like him?” Skyler asks me.
I'm caught off guard by the question and I look at her, my mind racing with a million different thoughts.
“I really don't know,” I say. “I don't really know him.”