Forever Faith: A Biker Romance Page 12

  He lifts himself up, and using his hand, he places himself at the entrance of me. He pauses, looking down at me. “We good?”

  “Yes, Liam. We are more than good.”

  He gives me more of a cocky smirk than a warm smile and begins pushing and I close my eyes at the pressure and what feels like is going to be a painful intrusion into my body.

  “Open your eyes. Don’t close them again. I have to see you, Beautiful.”

  I obey and his look is so hot and intense as he forces himself into me with a grunt.

  “Fuck. Holy Fuck. You’re so fucking tight baby. Jesus Christ, this feels so good. Fuck.”

  I should blush or frown at his choice of words, but I can’t because I feel the same way. I had a very brief, burning, stinging sensation and it has already passed. I feel so full and so good.

  “You ok, Baby Girl?” he asks and slows his pumping to almost a complete stop.

  “Yes. I am more than ok. More, Liam. Please.” I sound so breathless and….sexy? I guess this is who I am now.

  “That’s my girl,” he says and begins thrusting hard and deep. I begin to feel a building or climbing sensation again. I think it is impossible to come again and I know it’s impossible to come on your first time having intercourse, but I feel it coming.

  Liam lowers his hand to feel where he is pumping in and out of my body, raising himself to look at it.

  He moans and closes his eyes a minute, then he uses his finger to touch me in the right spot that is now overly sensitive after two orgasms. This increases the pleasure tenfold and I am on the very verge of coming again. With him inside of me!

  “I am so close, Baby girl. I can’t last much longer. You have to come for me. Can you do that? Can you come again, Baby?”

  “Yes. Oh God, yes.” I cry as I am shaking through my biggest orgasm yet. Liam follows with an animalistic sound from deep in his throat. I feel his warm cum shooting deep inside of me. I never knew. I had no clue. I feel everything. I never knew. I am just living in my own head in amazement. No book, no words, no girlish tales at school, could ever describe what sex is really like. Oh my God.

  Liam has his face buried in my neck and is breathing heavy with all of his weight on me. It feels wonderful. I feel content. This is bliss. I fall into an exhausted sleep.

  A few hours must have passed when I wake up to Liam’s mouth on one of my breast. His hand is caressing the other one. A small moan escapes me before I open my eyes.

  Liam raises his head to look at me. “Good Morning.” I try to look to the window to see if it is morning and he says, “Or whatever it is. Middle of the night?”

  I smile with a little “hmm” I can’t find words. It’s not because I am shy or embarrassed; I am really so happy.

  “We should have showered after. You wore me out. Now you really are a dirty girl more ways than one.”As soon as he says that, his hand goes to my vagina and I am mortified with embarrassment. He just said I was dirty there.

  “Liam,” I begin, and he looks serious, and maybe angry.

  “Don’t close your legs to me. Ever.”

  “But you just said…”

  “I like it. My cum is everywhere. Dried on the inside of your legs. Your pussy smells of it. I want to feel you and taste you. I told you. Dirty fucking biker.”

  For some reason, my embarrassment is over and I am totally hot for him again. I want to be dirty too.

  He lowers himself down my body, kissing his way. I feel what little hair I have left down there is sticky from his cum just like he said. Oh, God, this is so wrong. Who am I?

  He spreads my lips and lowers his mouth to me. He makes a humming sound like you do when something tastes good at dinner and it vibrates through me. We begin a repeat of the whole night again. I feel different. Fuller and softer there. Not sore, but tender. Everything is slower and somehow sweeter this time. Not as frenzied as before. I don’t prefer one way to the other. Both are awesome. It is so new and different, but at the same time very familiar. I hold back saying I love you, and there are no further problems. Once Liam made up his mind to sleep with me, he did it all the way. No holding back. He checked with me a few times to be sure everything was ok and that he wasn’t hurting me or scaring me, but I let him know I can’t get enough of him.

  As the beginning of daylight came through the windows, this time we did take a shower. A very long and very sexy shower. Liam laughed at me when I said it was another first. He got in the shower with me at the hospital, but not like this. Sexy with touching and kisses. I broke the record for most firsts in one night.

  Liam carefully dried me and unpinned my hair that I had put up for my shower. We didn’t stay up. Liam surprisingly took us both back to bed. He turned me away from him on my side and put his arm around my middle. I was falling asleep almost immediately as he was still kissing the back of my head, moving my hair aside to kiss my neck and down my spine. I slept deep for I am not sure how long.

  I woke up to the smell of coffee and food. Bacon? I rolled onto my back and watched the ceiling fan turn in slow circles and kind of relived the night before. I was still tired and physically a little achy. New aches in new places. I stretched and felt satisfied when I remembered why those places ache.

  “Keep laying there and stretching like the cat you are, and I won’t feed you before I start fucking you again."

  Oh God. The things he says. Why do I love his vulgar talk? I sit up quickly, holding the white sheet against my naked body.

  “Liam!”

  “Drop the sheet, Faith.”

  “I…”

  “I said drop it. Let me look at you.” He is sitting at the little table with his chair scooted to the other side so he can look at me. He has a big plate of half-eaten breakfast in front of him and is bringing his coffee cup up to his lips. I am mesmerized.

  I drop the sheet and it leaves me bare to my lap. I feel like I can’t swallow.

  “How long have you been sitting there, looking at me?”

  “As long as I want. Get up and eat something.”

  He is so rough and moody all of the time I can’t tell if he is mad or upset or just normal. Whatever. I jump up and go into the bathroom. I know I am eating in a minute, but I have to quick brush my teeth and kill my morning breath before facing him. Hair brushed, face washed, teeth brushed and stark naked, I head into the main room and walk to his drawers for a tee shirt.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” He asks. He must know what I am doing. Why this attitude? What’s his problem now?

  “I wanted a shirt to put on.”

  “No.”

  “Liam…”

  “No. I have to do some club business today and will be gone till dinner tonight. It works out good for you to get healed up and rested a bit, but I am going to need something to hold me over until tonight.”

  And swoosh! Right to my core. I am so ready for this. Whatever he has planned.

  “Ok. So you want me to sit there and eat my breakfast totally naked?”

  “Yes. I want you naked all the time from now on. I am a very visual guy.”

  I feel the heat rush up my neck to my face. God.

  “Sit.”

  I spot the tee shirt he took off of me last night laying on the floor and scoop it up. Liam looks super pissed and starts to raise up out of his chair. Then he sees I am just laying it across my chair before sitting.

  “Such a fucking lady, aren’t you?” he sneers.

  I keep my head down as he makes my coffee for me and opens the to go box with my breakfast and puts it onto the plate in front of me. I drink a few sips of coffee and start to move the food around my plate with my fork and decide I don’t want to put my head down and keep silent. I have been doing that all my life.

  “Liam, what is it? Why do act like you are mad at me or even like you hate me? Did I do something wrong?”

  He gets up from the table and goes into the bathroom slamming the door behind him. I hear the water running and think he is brushi
ng his teeth and getting ready to go.

  I want an answer. I don’t want to be treated like this. I keep eating. Naked. I have very little appetite and hate to see how much food I am wasting. I have the napkin to my mouth, wiping the last bit of coffee away, when he returns. His eyes are laser focused on my own as he walks up to me and lifts me to standing front of him with one hand sliding around my waist and down over my backside.

  “The only thing you did wrong is make me want you so fucking bad. I have never been this obsessed before. With anything. Especially a woman. I fucking want you now more than ever.”

  “You have me.”

  He lowers his mouth to mine and he actually lifts me up and wraps my legs around him. This is hot. The bed is just a few steps away but it’s like he can’t make it there. He tells me to hang on as he unbuckles his belt and jeans and frees himself. He plunges into me with one strong push and I cry out. It is over before I begin to adjust to him.

  “Sorry, Baby. I needed that. I promise to make it up to you when I get back.”

  “It’s fine Liam. I loved it.” And I did.

  “Just don’t be angry with me. I hate that. It made me feel awful after…after what we did last night.”

  He slides me down to the floor and presses a sweet lingering kiss as an answer I guess. I wrap my arms around his waist during the kiss and almost jump back when I feel the gun tucked in the back of his jeans.

  “Liam?”

  He ignores me and turns to go through the door and is gone.

  I am a biker chick now. I have to be cool with whatever he does. I chose this. I chose him. It’s too late to turn squeamish now. I take another shower and dress for the day. I wish I had some not-so-slutty clothes with me now that Liam has fallen for the trap. I clean up our room and I see it is already afternoon when I answer my phone. Gypsy.

  “Girl. Can you walk?”

  “Oh my God, you are so crazy. Where are you right now?”

  “Oh hell no! I want answers! I want details! Please don’t tell me this still didn’t happen! “

  “Yes it happened. Several times.”

  I have to hold the phone away from my ear because she is screaming so loudly. She finally says, “We’re on our way! Don’t move!”

  They land on my door pounding it instead of knocking. I hear the laughing and excitement on the other side of the door before I even get it open. I am a little shocked to see Gypsy, Megan, and Gypsy’s mom all pushing their way into the room to hear all about it. I envy Gypsy to have such a cool mom. She is so understanding and not judgmental. She smiles at me and is laughing just like she is our age. I love her.

  I take Megan’s hand and ask how she is feeling. When she jerks her hand free and says, “Fine! Who cares? Tell us everything. Don’t leave anything out!”

  Now I am giggling myself and I give them the basics. We did it. A lot of times. It was awesome. No stopping or putting on the brakes this time. No one said I love you even though I do. Yes, we are doing it again. Often. As soon as Liam gets home, he said.

  “Ok so I have to know. Is he as big as I always heard? Tell us. Hot dog? Polish sausage? Tell us.” This coming from Gypsy’s mom! I shrug and spread my hands far apart and say “loaf of bread”. The place goes wild with screaming and laughter. I don’t give any real details that may make Liam mad and I don’t want to brag on him too much and have every woman in the club after him once they find out how good he is. We eventually make it out into the big main room. We quit talking about mine and Liam’s sex life when a few of the other ladies join us. No guys anywhere to be seen. I mention that and then ask why Liam has to wear a gun when they ride? Everyone kind of makes awkward eye contact and finally Gypsy’s mom says

  “Club business. Better they are safe than sorry.” I know I broke some rule to ask so I try to shift the conversation to a safer topic. Megan’s pregnancy. Everyone joins in the conversation now. All the ladies seem excited and supportive. I want to ask about how Kyle feels but know that could be awkward for her if he isn’t happy about it. That leads my thoughts in another direction. Having Liam’s baby. Oh my God. I am such a loser. I have to be cool and casual. Biker chick.

  The rest of the day flies by. I help the ladies to cook the dinner. They plan a huge BBQ this weekend, so tonight is kind of a one-pot-meal deal but still with lots of extras like cornbread and cheeses and things. I wonder again where all of the money comes from. Who buys all of these groceries? In fact, who shops? I know it all isn’t coming through the café. Oh well, curiosity killed the cat.

  I want the chance to freshen up before Liam and the guys get here later. Before I get a chance to go to our room, I hear the bikes pulling in and know I am too late. I feel anxious and nervous. I try to stay hidden in the kitchen and busy. The guys never come in here.

  Or so I thought. Liam lumbers in and makes the huge commercial kitchen seem tiny. I stop cooking and stare at him. He freezes and stares back. The other ladies have all gone quiet.

  “Lydia, finish whatever Faith is doing,” he says as he reaches for my arm and pulls me with him out of the kitchen. I hear a loud totally crazy commotion from the ladies as soon as we step out of the kitchen.

  Everyone seems excited and happy for us. Liam pauses to look back their way and sort of grins and gives me an eye roll. I smile back, and he drags me along until we get in our room. He kicks the door shut and attacks me. His hands are everywhere while he kisses me deeply and frantically.

  “Jesus, woman,” he says and rests his forehead to mine. My hands are holding onto his forearms and he stops roaming my body and just holds my hips.“What are you doing to me?”

  “I haven’t done anything. What is it? What’s happened?” I ask, and he steps away and he removes his cut and pulls his tee shirt up and over his head. And next he reaches for his buckle and now I gasp and begin to back away a little bit.

  “Strip,” he orders.

  “What? Liam…”

  “I said strip. Take off your clothes.” He removes the gun from the back of his waist and lays it on the table and continues taking off his pants.

  I just start shaking my head. I am too embarrassed by this. I mean I want it. I want it like crazy now. But it is still daylight and everyone out there knows what he is doing to me. I mean no romance? No prelude? Just strip? I have no more time to ponder this as completely-naked Liam grabs me and begins pulling at my skimpy, slutty top.

  “Where the fuck did you get these clothes?” he asks again.

  I have no answer for him. I am mesmerized by what he is doing and what is happening. He tugs so hard on the snap of my shorts that it jerks me forward hard and I almost lose my balance and fall into him.

  “I told you last night. Dress like this around me and no one else.”

  “Ok.” Whatever he says. Whatever he wants. I am so into this now. I want to hurry up and get to the good stuff as bad as he does. He tears my panties off instead of pulling them down my legs. Hot. His fingers find me immediately and I roll my head back and close my eyes at the sensation.

  “You’re so wet,” he says, ending with a growl with his lips against mine.

  When I feel like this is heaven and nothing could be better than this, he drops to his knees in front of me and pushes his face into me. Licking and lapping at me like he is starving for me. My hands are on top of his head. I am ready to come already but not sure if I can do it standing like this. He raises up to walk us to the bed, and I fear I cried no when his mouth left me. He sets me on the edge of the bed instead of laying me down on it. He drops down again and raises my leg onto his shoulder before returning his mouth to me.

  “Oh my God, Liam. Yes. Please. Yes.”

  I feel I am right there on the edge. I know it’s coming. Just one more second. Just one…. I explode in a million pieces. Liam raises himself up but leaves me on the edge of the bed. He lifts both legs onto his strong forearms and enters me. He is still standing. Oh. He is so deep. I didn’t think it was possible for him to go deeper. He is taking
impossibly long strokes. I open my eyes and see my pale legs over his corded, dark, tanned muscular arms. His face is almost angry it is so intense. He grunts with every stroke. I feel a rush to my center at the visual on top of what he is making me feel.

  “This is my pussy.”

  I nod. I agree.

  “Tell me.”

  “Yours, Liam.”

  “No, say it like I did.”

  “Your p…pussy.”

  “Fuck yes. No one else been here but me, Baby. My pussy.”

  Aahhh! I come and he follows me.

  We are both panting for air when Liam leaves my body and pulls me up on the bed properly. He lays down and pulls me into his arms, and pushes all of my hair back, and places a sweet kiss on my temple. I am tempted to fall asleep, but he takes my breast in his hand. He buries his face in my neck and begins kissing and sucking and biting. My earlobes, under my ears, and all around my neck and collarbone while his hands are being a little too rough with my nipples. I am ashamed that I like it so much. I try to give him a small bit of pleasure back even though I am sort of clueless. He lays back and lets me kiss and love him. After a few minutes of me rubbing his chest and kissing my way from his neck down, he actually bends his arm under his head and lays there like it is his due. His eyes are almost half shut as he lazily enjoys the worship. I am motivated to please him more. I want to make him feel the way he makes me feel. I work my way down his body and reach for him. I wrap my hand around him, not sure if it is too soon after having sex to touch him. He places his big hand over my own and teaches me what to do. Just the way he likes it. I love doing this. He has grown in my hand and is rock hard again. He is watching me and I am watching my hand on him. I lick my lips at the sight.