Playing Pretend by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

Twenty-Four

Eliza

Liam swingsme off his shoulder and I hit the center of his deluxe mattress with a bounce.

He looms above the bed, unbuckling his pants and looking very much like a Magic Mike cast member. I lie there taking him in. There’s so much to enjoy. The wide expanse of his gorgeously toned chest. The rippling swells of his chiseled arms. The intense concentration on his handsome face.

But when his boxers tumble down his athletic thighs and hit the floor, the sight of his cock distracts me from all the other pretty parts of him.

Oh my god.

His shaft is long, thick, slightly curved to the left. I can practically see the blood pumping through its prominent veins toward the broad crown where a bead of precum sits at the tip.

No dick has ever made my mouth water before but one look at Liam’s package has saliva pooling under my tongue. I whimper just imagining all that girth, all that length inside my pussy…and in other places, too.

“I’m assuming my cock is to your liking?” Laughing, he reaches into his bedside drawer. “You’re staring at it like you’re writing a college essay about it in your head.” He rolls a condom on.

An essay? I could write a doctoral thesis about that beautiful thing. I can’t tear my eyes away from it.

“You can stand over there and stroke your own ego all night.” I let my naked thighs fall open. “Or you can come over here and stroke my pussy instead. The choice is yours.”

His eyes rake over the slick lips of my sex. I watch his cock bounce with anticipation. I feel powerful, seeing this powerful man so aroused by my curves, my skin, my body.

But I know that once he gets in this bed, he won’t allow me the upper hand. I just know. I know he’s going to be a dictator. I know he’s going to make me suffer from pleasure. And I know that when he’s good and ready, he’s going to make me come harder than I ever have in my life.

He chuckles as he lowers onto the bed, slowly crawling over me. He pinches my bottom lip between his fingers. “It’s this sassy mouth, Eliza. When you wake up tomorrow morning and you’re too damn sore to walk, remember it was because of this sassy mouth.”

I don’t get to retort because in an instant he’s got my tongue all tied up in another dirty kiss. Except this time, we’re body to body, naked on top of his luxurious sheets. We fade into a mess of panted breaths and groping hands and tangled limbs. Swallowed up by plush pillows and twisted up in expensive sheets.

“I’ve been waiting so long to fuck you…” He sweeps his crown over my entrance and I shiver. “I can’t wait another second. I need to be inside you.”

“Please,” I moan shamelessly. “Now.”

Liam rakes his teeth over my bottom lip as he penetrates me, that thick erection plunging deep inside me.

A gasp gets stuck in my throat. Liam mutters a curse word against my collarbone as he starts to move slow, searching for his rhythm. “Fuck. You’re tight. So tight. So wet.”

With my hands on his ass, I pull him deep into me. “Fuck me. Please.”

I want more. I need him to know I can handle it.

“Fuck me hard.” I gasp. “I like when it hurts.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. He lunges deeper with each thrust, diving to the limit, giving my body as much as it can take. “Like that?” he growls between merciless thrusts.

“Yes.” I cling to him. “Like that. Yes, yes, yes.”

Our bodies exchange energy. We move together, riding the sensations that rise and fall between us.

“Dammit, Eliza. I want to stay inside this pussy all night.” He buries his face at my neck, kissing me there.

Soon, I’m a clenching, moaning, squirting mess. I should be quiet, polite. But this feeling is too intense. I need to express it. “I’m…I’m about to come,” I announce, shocked as the words leave my mouth.

As soon as the statement flutters off my lips, the earth is quaking around me. Lightning is striking beneath my skin. Thunder is roaring through my belly.

I’m coming.

I can’t believe it’s happening so fast. I can’t believe the feeling is this intense. None of my ex-boyfriends has ever gotten me to this point with such ease. No man has ever made love to me like this.

The warning flags fly up inside my head. This man may be my husband—on paper, at least—but what we just did? That was not making love. That was a hate fuck. Revenge sex. A means to burn off all the aggression I’ve been feeling since he stormed into my life and turned everything upside down.

He just coerced me down the aisle not even two hours ago. And now, here I am, lying in his bed?

This is beyond stupid. I’m gonna need a CAT scan. Or an MRI. To evaluate the extent of my brain damage.

These are the thoughts rolling through my head as I lie here, clenching the sheets and allowing my orgasmic euphoria to dissipate.

Liam distracts me from my thoughts by flipping me onto my stomach and yanking me up by the hips like a four-legged animal. My pussy throbs when he spreads my asscheeks apart. I bury my face in the pillows and moan as he enters me again.

It’s not long until we’re both losing control once more, sweaty skin slapping skin as we meet each other thrust for thrust. I hear the sound of sheets tearing and the crack of the bed frame each time it hits the wall.

“Have you ever been fucked like this, Eliza?” His cock dives in and out of me in hard, punishing strokes. “Have you ever been taken this deep?”

I haven’t. But it’s not like Liam’s hungry ego needs any more fodder. So instead of answering, I grip the sheets and curl my toes as heat ignites at my core yet again.

“Don’t deny it. Tell me how much you like this.” His tone is tight, needy, harsh.

Maybe I’m just stubborn but I refuse to feed the monster, so I keep my face in the pillow, moaning.

But I’m not prepared for the heavy smack of Liam’s palm against my skin or for the way it makes my asscheek wobble and my pussy spasm for dear life.

I croak out a frantic noise as a surprise orgasm rushes through me. Liam grips my waist and pounds me mercilessly as his own climax steals away his control. “Fuck yes, Eliza. Fuck. Yes.”

I collapse onto the mattress and he drops beside me, still clinging to me, tenderly caressing my hip where he just slapped it.

For a few brief moments, we lie side by side, allowing our bodies to recover.

Then, I scoot to the edge of the bed, my limbs already starting to feel sore. I can’t believe I just fucked that guy. The pages of my tattered moral code are basically fluttering away in the wind. I need to get out of here.

Liam flings an arm out and lets his fingers tangle with mine. “Hey. Where are you going?” His tone is lazy and gravelly.

I throw a peek to where he’s stretched out in bed, lounging with one leg bent at the knee, his other arm propped behind his head. In the shadows of the room, I swear he looks like a piece of art from the Renaissance era.

“I-I’m going home.” My voice is scratchy, my mouth dry from just looking at this perfect man.

He rises up and props himself up on one elbow. “And who said you could go home. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Liam, let’s not complicate—”

Before I can finish that thought, the man hooks an arm around my waist and I tumble into the bed. His body pins me to the mattress and his mouth is on mine again.

His fingers are between my legs doing that magic trick they did earlier as his tongue plays with mine. I fling my arms around his neck. The movement is completely involuntary. The need for release takes control of my body.

It’s shameful how fast I’m melting at his touch, my moral code set ablaze yet again. But fuck the moral code. I lost all ethical standing when I willingly stepped into this hotel room tonight. I might as well see this through all the way to the end.

He lowers his head to take my nipple between his teeth and—holy mother of multiple orgasms—I’m coming.

Again.

Harder than the first three times.

What the ever living fuck?!

When I fall limp against the bed, he wraps me up in his strong arms. As much as I hate to admit it, having him hold me like this feels so damn amazing. Too amazing.

Don’t let yourself get used to this, Liza.

Grinning, he brushes his lips across my shoulder. “What’s that look on your face?” His voice is deep but soft. “Tell me you’re over there considering that I’m not such a bad guy…”

My nostrils flare when I huff. “So you gave me a couple orgasms. Nothing has changed between us. You’re still a devil and I’m still not sure I like you.”

Hurt flashes across his face and for the briefest second, I question whether I really meant that. Or whether I feel something else completely. Whether the reason Liam’s actions hurt me so badly was because I actually do like him.

The thoughts don’t sit with me for long because he settles above me, hauling my hips up against his. Fuck, he’s getting hard again. I all but whimper.

“I don’t need you to like me, Wifey.” He grates his teeth over my earlobe. “Your pussy likes me. Very much. And tonight, that’s good enough for me.”