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MAE
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YOU RUINED ME.
The raw confession etches itself into my heart.
Learning about Liam’s family puts into perspective some of the offhand comments Nicole made earlier today and yesterday. This must be the baggage she mentioned.
“I appreciate your sharing about your family, but I don’t expect you to undress in the middle of Mingen to prove a point.”
“I know, but this is about being one hundred percent committed. To being vulnerable for you.” He shucks his shoes aside and soon a very naked—very sexy—Liam stands before me, arms spread wide.
If I had any sense of decorum, I’d whip around or cover my eyes from the gorgeous sight of his smooth muscles and bobbing erection, but I’m a thirty-two-year-old woman. And he wants me to see him.
It’s not disrespectful if he’s asking you to look.
“For ten years, I’ve debated whether I should claim you or if your life would be better without me and my family drama. But I’m not strong enough to stay away forever, so here I am, asking you what you want. Will you let me love you? Will you give yourself to me?”
Years of being punished for speaking my mind centers on this moment.
From my parents constantly calling me annoying to Angie and company shunning me.
Should I trust Liam? I’ve only known him for a short time. But then again, Angie and I were friends for three years, yet she still didn’t bat an eye at kicking me out of her life. And how many countless chances have I given my parents in the hope that someday they’ll want me around?
The length of a relationship doesn’t guarantee its strength.
Crack!
A jagged line zips down the walls around my heart, destabilizing the formidable protection I’ve built around myself—the epiphany shining light on the negative beliefs I held. Time isn’t the best barometer of connection; persistence is. Willingness to pursue someone. Sacrificing your wants for what’s best for them.
Like Liam waiting a decade in an effort to shield me from the trouble in his life.
Like Liam fighting to break through my fears by any means necessary.
Sure, it would’ve been nice if he’d approached me years ago, but we all make mistakes—hang onto false narratives that stop us from going after what we want. Or saying how we feel. But I don’t want to live that way anymore.
Not with him.
“Yes, to all of the above.” Even if it scares the hell out of me. Even if it’s the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. I’m ready to follow a new path, to see where my trust in him will lead.
That last stubborn piece of my heart yielding, willing to have faith in Liam’s promises.
He holds out a hand for me, understanding in his eyes. “Then come to me.”
My foot feels weighted in concrete on the first step. But the second is lighter. As is the third and fourth, until our hands meet, and he drags me the rest of the way into his body, his mouth covering mine in a hungry fervor.
Like every pent-up desire, every bottled emotion refuses to be beaten down anymore. It all explodes in chaotic passion with our tongues dueling, dancing—desperate to taste the other.
My nails scratch down Liam’s naked torso, reveling in the hard ridges of his chest and abdomen. It’s strangely erotic having him bare before me while I remain fully dressed. A gorgeous man sent to seduce and pleasure me—maybe pretty, sometimes cute, chubby Mae Morrison.
“Tell me what you want. I'll even start,” he grits out, nipping at my bottom lip. “When I realized we shared lit class, you were the only subject I studied in that room. Every book you read, I read. Every seat you took, I sat two desks away. Mr. Grohl would lecture about Hemingway or Austen, and I would watch you, imagining all sorts of sordid things. Bending you over Mr. Grohl’s desk and taking you for everyone to see you're mine. Fucking your pouty mouth in the dark when we watched a documentary. Slipping beneath your desk like that scene in the Breakfast Club, except I wouldn't stop at smelling your cunt. I'd eat your pussy, loud and messy, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that you were being fucked by my tongue while they took notes about Bronte.”
Yes, I want that. My imagination’s running wild picturing each scenario, my body priming itself for his possession.
And all of it in lit class...
A cozy classroom above the library, it was my favorite course due to my love of books. “When you say you read every book I did...”
“I mean every one of those filthy novels you thought you could hide by sitting in the back of the room. I still remember when Mr. Grohl randomly picked a student’s book to share with the class, and he chose yours. Surrender to a Scoundrel by Julianne Maclean. Fitting since I wished for your surrender to me.”
Remembered humiliation splashes red across my cheeks, momentarily distracting me from the hot arousal slicking my thighs. “Oh my god, that was the most embarrassing moment of my life. That’s the day I vowed to start bringing a second decoy book in case he ever picked me again.”
Hearing my professor read the back of my clinch-covered historical romance novel aloud to class still haunts me. Then I realize Liam’s witnessed two of my lowest points at Trinity. “Geez, between that and my fainting, are you sure you want me?”
“Let me think: a pretty girl who reads and occasionally lets me play knight in shining armor to her damsel in distress? Sounds like a plot to the perfect romance.”
He’s not wrong.
I’d eat that up with a spoon and ask for seconds.
Liam cups my cheeks and raises my gaze to meet his. “But we’re getting off track. I’m naked in Mingen, and you’re not. I shared past fantasies, now it’s your turn. We’re alone and have the entire building to ourselves. What do you want?”
A million possibilities flit through my mind. Vague fragments of ideas that float away the moment I look closer.
We’re standing where a wall of windows begins, peering out into the garden kept at the center of the science building, and my reflection peeks back at me—my modest dress better than the one I wore to the cocktail party, but still average compared to the sequined numbers I saw at the dance. Staring at the image, a curvy girl in the arms of her handsome lover, one dream whisks to the forefront. “I want to feel sexy. Beautiful.”
Catching the direction of my gaze, our eyes clash in the window’s reflection. “Your wish is my command because it's a shame you don't feel sexy, baby. But I guarantee you won't feel that way for much longer; I'm gonna remind you every day.”
“I think I could get used to that,” I murmur, starved for compliments from someone who truly cares for me.
His hand traces my neckline until it reaches the zipper of my dress. He slides it down a couple inches, wordlessly asking for permission to continue.
Lowering my chin, I sweep my hair aside to give him easier access, anticipation pulsing in the air. Never in a million years did I think I'd ever go naked outside my own home, let alone a random hallway in the science building.
But it's kind of hot being undressed by a nude Liam, a lean strength toning his bared muscles. The red light of the exit sign casts a seductive haze like we're in the back room of a club, and I can almost hear the pounding of our hearts echoing the bass reverberating through the walls.
Liam peels the lace sleeves down my arms until the dress tumbles to the ground, and my serviceable beige bra and panties are exposed.
Damn, why didn't I pack prettier lingerie?
The thought hardly has time to materialize before the bra clasp snaps open, the loose cups falling into my arms as I instinctively move to cover up.
“No, don’t hide from me,” he whispers, his lips brushing my ear. “Let it fall. Let me see you.”
Taking a deep breath for fortification, I listen and pull the bra free, allowing my heavy breasts to sway unsupported, open to Liam’s perusal. Moonlight filters through the window, putting my body on display in a halo of light, while Liam remains in shadow behind me.
A dark lover come to life.
His hands cover mine and raises them to wrap around my round stomach. “Feel how soft you are.” He smooths our hands over stretch marks and dimples. “How can you view yourself as anything less than gorgeous?”
It’s a unique sensation—touching myself with Liam’s guidance. The normal brush of my hand doesn’t elicit the same reaction, even when I’m in the middle of a self-care session with my vibrator. But with Liam at my back, whispering his adoration for each curve as he uses our hands to trace my body, everything’s heightened.
We lift my breasts to an obscene level, pushing them together to form a deep valley, and he growls. “I want to bury my face between these lush tits while you ride my cock. I want to feel them slap against my cheeks, your pretty nipples playing a game of Keep Away with my teeth.”
I gasp at the filthy promise, desperate to act out his fantasy. "You learned a thing or two from those books, didn't you?"
"You have no idea, though I was well on my way before reading all that dirty talk and pussy licking you love. My imagination is very active and very horny." He removes his hand from mine to tweak one of my nipples, their budded tips presented to him as an offering. "In fact, my mind's working overtime with everything I want to do to you."
Shifting from one foot to the other, I fidget in his arms. "Well, you're off to a good start." It's hard to feel anything but desirable with Liam's hands going rogue, plumping and shaping my hips, his erection nudging at my ass. All while I bask in his attention, shyly playing with my breasts—enjoying the erotic nature of both of us intent on my pleasure.
"Does that mean you're ready for more?"
"Definitely, though maybe we should find someplace more private?" I don't want to be interrupted in the middle of what's promising to be the most mind-blowing night of my life.
“Oh, I don’t think so. The threat of getting caught is part of the fun.” Liam steps away and grabs the chair by Professor Hill’s office, dragging it to a stop behind me. “Now, take a seat.”
I glance between him and the chair, embarrassed but needing to say something. “This isn’t a sexy remark, but I’m not sure how sanitary that chair is...”
Chuckling, Liam eyes the worn pattern on the fabric and nods. “You’re right. But I’m determined to have you in front of this window where you can watch our reflections. So, we’re gonna find a solution.” He walks down the hall and picks up his discarded jacket. “Will this do?” The blazer drapes the chair, creating a makeshift throne of black silk as its inner lining shines in the moonlight.
“I think so...” At least the inner part of the jacket was protected from touching the floor.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He stops me from sitting down with a hand to my arm, pointing at my panties—the last scrap of clothing between us.
“Oh, right.” Wiggling out of the plain cotton underwear is much easier now that he’s got me all hot and bothered. Insecurity pales in the wake of lust, apparently.
Finally naked, I lower into the chair and wait for Liam’s next move. He retakes his spot at my back, gliding his hands down my arms until his head is level with mine, his lips grazing my neck. “Since we’ve covered dirty talking, I figure it’s time to move on to pussy licking because I won’t lie, tasting your cunt has been at the top of my list for too many years to count.”
“It’s been at the top of mine, too,” I admit, always wondering what it’d feel like to have a man’s tongue kiss the most intimate spot on my body.
Liam lifts my legs to rest over the chair arms as he moves to kneel before me. We make an erotic picture in the window with his body between my legs, his head lowered to place kisses along my inner thighs.
“Happy to oblige, then.” His teeth nibble their way higher until his thumbs separate my wet folds, and I feel the first firm sweep of his tongue.
Goodness gracious!
He experiments with different pressures and strokes, studying my reaction for each, until he finds the perfect combination that makes me arch into his mouth, a moan ringing through the hall.
Much better than the toys I’ve tried over the years to simulate oral.
While efficient at getting the job done—bringing me to orgasm—they don’t quite match the feeling of a flesh and blood man dedicated to pleasing me. A man who professes his lasting devotion.
Liam is loving me with tender flicks of his tongue and artful sucks along my pussy, acts especially attuned to my body, and the difference it makes is soul-shattering.
This is more than just sex. More than a ‘dirty fling’ like Laura said.
This is adoration, and my heart may burst from the novelty. No one’s adored me before.
But that doesn’t matter anymore.
Because Liam does.