Текст книги "F*ck Buddy"

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Another plus.

He liked a woman who didn't have a problem telling you what she wanted, but he wasn't a beta or a lap dog for a woman who at her heart just wanted to play house dominatrix-style – to compensate for a hidden inferiority-complex.

Coming off a laugh, Jackie drew back the throaty outburst that plumed like smoke between them, taking notice of how his eyes centered on the lush swell of her lips. Her gloss had worn off, and the natural flushed tint of them was calling out to him to be sucked, little did she know.

"You tat a lot of celebrities?"

"Enough. Depends on the season, really. Lately it's been more socialites than anything."

Pausing to draw a sip of port, Jackie lowered the wide-mouthed, wine flute and drew her fingers along its stem.

"Do they usually know what they want?"

Liam's brows rose.

"Socialites? Always. They're born with a list of demands," he grinned.

"What about the types who don't? Do you just sort of intuit the best ink for them?"

Drawing a bit of port himself, he lowered the glass, his eyes trained on her all the while.

"Why? You in the market for some ink?"

Shrugging, she averted her eyes shyly. And it was so damn sexy, his pants strained with his reaction for the umpteenth time that night. Did she know what she was doing to him? Probably. As smart as this cat was, she had to know exactly what sort of effect she had on a man by now.

"What would you suggest for me if I was curious but not sure?"

Yeah. She was playing coy now, fast abandoning the shy veneer.

Leaning in, Liam played fully into it.

"Where would you want it placed?"

"You tell me."

Fire.

He was playing with fire, and fuck if he cared. He liked fire. Was a fire sign, after all, and exciting women got his engine running like few things, outside of skin art and a good, bar fight after a hard day did.

"You look like the sort of woman who'd want something bold, but discreetly placed. Maybe something that lined your inner thigh, or the small of your back. Something you'd share with a privileged few who were lucky enough to get you naked."

Her eyes darkened, and he wondered for a millisecond if he'd gone too far.

"That sounds like me. But I wouldn't know what to get."

Liam leaned back, taking her in.

"A women like you? You'd want something of an inside joke between you and your intimates. An elegant message you could laugh over, like a nickname only shared between lovers."

She drew up her wine flute again.

"More?"

Coming off of her sip, she set it down and met his eyes boldly.

"If we can drink it somewhere with a view."

A grin stretched up Liam's cheek.

"Oh, we can certainly do that."

Jackie

He crashed her against the velvet, aqua padding paneling the elevator, the rippling brawn of him hot against her body.

Jackie nearly lost her breath matching his intensity, her skin fevering beneath her cocktail dress in reaction to him.

The chemistry between them was ridiculous.

She felt like an animal. Wanted to devour him, head to toe. Lick him. Bite him. Drink him. He was thrumming with sexy, his groans vibrating through her and making an instrument of her nerve endings with each note that gorgeous throat emitted.

She'd known by the second glass of wine that she was sealing the deal, and she didn't want him to be the one to ask.

This was a new era for her right? Things had to be different this time around. She wanted to meet the inner vixen within that could consume a man, and move on with her night when she was done.

She wanted to be the one to check a text and set the phone down without responding because she was too busy with other things.

Maybe it was a sort of rebound for all of the relationships where she'd been left holding the bag because she was so "sweet" and accommodating.

In her previous life.

Not anymore.

This version of Jackie was a temptress, and if Liam's reaction to her was any indication, she was starting off with a fucking bang.

Jackie growled breathily as his teeth grazed her neck, shivering with anticipation when his fingers ably found the stop button on the elevator, 36 floors up. This was the sexiest interlude she'd ever begun, and it was taking place in a fucking, 5 Star elevator, of all places.

Liam's mouth finding her, his searing tongue flicking the tip of her own, he sucked her wholly into his mouth. A million starbursts broke out under her skin, and her core fevered, dampening her panties as he pressed the heat of his length against her.

Her eyes blinked open.

He was huge.

Slipping them closed again, she forced herself back into the mind of the newer, confident version of herself. It was fine. She could take it. Or she could learn to, at least. Slipping her hands past the waistband of his trousers, her fingers slid into his briefs and down the globes of his ass. Fuck, he was sexy. She wanted him to take her right there.

Seeming to intuit that, he broke away from the kiss, nipping the skin from her neck and tugging before loosing it.

"I wanna split you in two, right here, baby."

Jackie grinned.

"What's stopping you?"

His eyes slipped over her, heavy and intent, reining back something she couldn't quite read.

"I'm like a kid in a candy store. I don't know what to do with you first."

Running her fingertip over his cheek, she nipped her lip. This one had an imagination, and she was more than ready to sample the entirety of the menu. She wasn't a little girl anymore. Far from it. It was time to answer her body like a woman. This slice of masculine perfection was exactly what she'd had in mind when she answered that match, and she didn't want to waste a second of their time together weighing options.

"Do what comes naturally."

She said it low and breathy, and it visibly spurned something in him, like a red cape drives a bull to rush forward towards its target. His mouth crushed against hers again, and she answered it with a growling moan, pressing herself hard against him, her core aching now, pulsing.

His kiss moved to her neck and she shivered at the feel of his velvet tongue along its length, the nip of his teeth tugging her earlobe, and the suction of his warm mouth. But then his hands moved to her breasts, where he ran his fingers lightly over the inky fabric of her cocktail dress, and desire dampened her panties in answer. The smoky, pink tips of her nipples tightened to points as he lowered his teeth to nip them through the black material.

Groaning, the pulse taking her sex matched the rhythm of her racing heart.

Hissing with pleasure when he wrapped his lips around them and sucked, licking and nipping her aureoles through the dress, her fingers slid into the dark gloss of his hair. Jackie's arms collapsed over his shoulders as he lowered his nipping, sucking and trailing a path to her abdomen as he reached beneath the hem of her dress. The heat of his hands seared her skin as they explored and ascended her thighs.

This man...

Her desire dripped as he caught the lace of her panties with his teeth and tugged them aside, his mouth covering her sex, making her moan gutturally in response.

Liam's wet, velvet tongue licked a stripe along her labia, slow and savoring at first before he licked her again, and then once more in succession. He spread her thighs wider when they made to tighten around his head, and his kiss continued its investigation of her most vulnerable place, his tongue now flicking the sensitive nub that pulsed and tightened as her hands gripped the elevator rail.

She was going to explode if he didn't ease up.

The way his tongue worshipped her, she had half a thought that that's exactly what he hoped to make her do. But she wanted more than just his tongue. Moaning against his intimate kiss, her hands traveled to his shoulders, and she tried to gesture him back up, but it only inspired him to suck her more wholly into his mouth.

Rebelling against her, he claimed her with insistence, savoring the taste of her with a relish that flushed her cheeks. Lusty and inflamed, his tongue followed the rhythm of her hips, and his hands rested there as she shook against him.

He was perfection.

His technique, that of a master.

Quaking against him, the pressure building up in her core teetered at the edge of her restraint, beating against her with a formidable insistence that powered its way throughout until she realized she was crying out and rocking against him – almost half out of her body with a pleasure she was only just learning existed.

Liam lapped her carefully then, as if taking careful note of how sensitive her pulsing nub must be before his kisses ascended her again, and his fingers replaced his mouth, this time exploring the impossible soft of her.

He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and loosed it.

"I love the way you taste."

Desire knotted her core, and her eyelids grew heavy as he dipped a third finger inside of her, stroking the wet of her sex. Eyes slipping closed, her skin fevered as he pressed himself against her.

"I'm gonna to make this pussy mine, Jackie," he husked in her ear, sending lightning bolts of pleasure over the surface of her skin, feeding the renewed pulse of her pleasure point.

"What are you waiting for?"

 She asked him breathily.

"Right now? I want to watch you moan while I finger fuck you. Is that alright?"

Swallowing her words, Jackie's eyes lifted lazily and locked with his. She nodded obeisantly, beyond turned on by the command he was taking and the way he was drawing everything out. She was a decided vixen for the night, but she was like a doll right now. His doll. A toy for his pleasure play.

Not for his shelf.

It was an utterly new experience for her. This level of intensity with a man. Before now, she'd known the fake bravado of boys playing the roles of men. Boys who knew maybe two erogenous zones on her body and over-played them with rough and uninspired fingers and tongues. This... was a magic she wasn't sure she could walk away from so easily.

And right now, she didn't want to think about how their night would end. She only wanted to elongate it, and juice it for every drop of ecstasy it could offer.

The way he looked at her, his eyes said he wanted the exact same thing.

"You like that?" He asked, taunting her.

His eyes steely and focused, Liam watched her like she was both an art and a mystery, like he wanted to take her apart, and see how she ticked. It was a massive turn on. He was burning hot but the fire was under his command, and the way he studied her, she was sure she'd soon be under his command, too.

"Your gorgeous when you come, Jackie. Like I have to rip the pleasure out of you before you're willing to submit."

His words dazzled her, almost sounding like the ramblings of a mad man ramping up to the next level of the game holding her captive. But it was a heady insanity, the sort she wanted to inspire in a man. The kind that would make it impossible for their bodies to forget one another when he finally fucked her and undid her, undoing himself in the process.

Hips circling his palm as he drove his fingers into the depths of her, thrusting against her g-spot, Jackie came, and came, and came again.

~

Parting from him for even five minutes was impossible, but when the elevator touched down to the lower level, he'd stopped to lean into the valet's ear and whisper something she couldn't quite make out.

The valet grinned and reached behind the cherry wood podium where he kept the keys, then slipped them into Liam's hand as Liam passed him a wad of bills in the other.

Liam led her to a limo parked at the back of the lot after that, and when she quirked a brow, he lifted a finger to his mouth and opened the door for her, gesturing her to slip in. He slid in alongside her, the rawness of his masculinity pulsing in the air as he clicked the door shut.

Jackie grinned when he turned his eyes to her.

"You came to our date in a limo?"

He gave her a cocky smile.

"I came in a Benz."

"So what are we doing?"

"Going to the East Tower."

Jackie's eyes widened.

Seriously?

"At... the top of the hill?"

Those suites asked several thousand a night.

Liam's lips covered hers before she could think to say another thing, and when the sound of the front door opening and closing signaled their driver had arrived, she deepened her kiss against him, twirling her tongue around his.

It was her turn to trail kisses from lips to neck to torso to thighs. And when she slid fully down to settle between his knees, her eyes met his, supplicant and thrumming with desire as her hands closed around the massive length of him.

Really, she had no idea how she was going to fit him anywhere, but desire coiled in her belly to taste him, and freeing him from his trousers she held his gaze as her lips slipped over the fevered head of his cock. Licking the faint salt and musk from his length, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, gently sucking as her mouth ascended and descended him.

He groaned as his fingers slipped into her hair, easing the up-do down to waterfall her shoulders in dark, wild gloss.

Liam was beautiful rapt in pleasure. So fucking gorgeous she nearly came again watching his bottom lip disappear beneath his teeth as her mouth gently ravaged him.

Her kiss was soft, tender, and deliberate, and her sex throbbed as she strained to inch her mouth farther down over his length, wild with want for him. She wanted to take all of him everywhere, and it was all she could do to keep her focus on just one thing.

Jackie reveled in his taste, the salt of him beading in answer as her tongue slipped over his, lapped him clean and drank him down.

He jerked in her mouth, his hips matching the rhythm of her slow-bobbing head, and she adjusted her knees as she leaned deeper forward. The head of him, fleshy and swollen, brushed her throat, and she moaned over him, vibrating pleasure along his length.

She felt a burst of triumph when he shivered, her inner thighs glazed as he moved in and out of her mouth. He groaned low, the writhing of his torso rippling in waves until he was pressing her head forward, impaling her mouth with the impossible fullness of him.

Moaning, Jackie answered him, thrilling in the build she could feel inching up his limbs until it crested at the base of him, making him even more stiff if that was even possible. Crying out, he shook as his cock jerked against her lapping tongue, his hips driving him into the deep of her mouth as he exploded in bursts of seed that Jackie ably swallowed, drinking all of him down as she'd imagined several times already that night – until he had nothing more to spend.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he gruffed, pulling her up to nip and kiss her mouth roughly, his hands cupping her breasts as he raised her to his mouth and teased her nipples again through her dress with bites just a hair over gentle, instantly hardening them to darts.

Groaning from her throat, Jackie hissed with pleasure when his fingers found her sex and split her wide again, and he brought her to the brink of orgasm with his hand when the car pulled to a stop.

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice low and insistent.

It was the strangest thing to be commanded to come, but her sex was already responding, answering him like an underling to her master. And his hand closed around the back of her neck as he pulled her close, kissing her roughly as the impossible heat of release built in waves that swallowed her and spun the essence of her around in circles, heady with desire as her passion burst forth, slow and hot like warmed honey, as her pussy said yes to his demands, and she came, rapturously. Again.

~

The old Jackie would have balked at the idea of giving head and being finger fucked in a limo that probably had a surveillance system and gave sure access to the driver if he decided he wanted to watch the show.

But she wasn't the old Jackie, anymore.

Even if she'd had the slightest doubt when she'd first embarked on this little adventure.

It was as if the universe answered her call, matching her with the sex-god guardian at the gate sent to initiate her into the tawdry world of raw intimacy that plunged her into sexual depths she didn't know existed.

Every glance he gave her dripped with sex, pulsed with need and the promise of a hunger that wouldn't be easily sated. It was all she could do to keep her wits about her as they entered the palatial East Tower, home to several celebrities she'd postered on her walls once upon a 'teen heart throb' loving time. Epicenter of the privileged.

She was overwhelmed with the luxury of it all.

That of his touch. The platinum-plated wall paneling and plush, sea foam carpeting. The lagoon at the lobby's center, where a man-made waterfall poured into waters that shone turquoise, clear to the bottom where several, Koi fish expensively ensured the place's feng shui was on the level.

Liam had held her hand when they'd entered, but as soon as he released her fingers, her body tensed reactively at the parting. She had to remind herself that this wasn't about emotions.

This was about empowerment.

She knew full well the road that emotions ended in, and she was done traveling those byways.

New path. New Jackie.

Maintain your head.

Still she couldn't help but celebrate the grace of his gait, the way he sauntered to the reception desk like a wild cat and dazzled the lotus-eyed, check-in girl without seemingly trying. She felt a twinge in her gut that shouldn't be there seeing how the girl looked at him, but she turned away from it. She was an old hat in the game of becoming hopelessly infatuated, and as a result, she knew all of the red flags.

Pre-emptive jealousy was one of them. Possessiveness another. Jackie was going to enjoy Liam tonight. She was going to bond her body with his with an intensity that few people knew, but she was going home after that. Whether that night or immediately in the morning, she was going to sacrifice him to a shrine in her memory.

There'd be no disappointments. No fitful hours waiting for him to call the next day and reassure her slut-fearing conditioning that he didn't consider her a whore. She was going to be completely uninhibited and unapologetic about it.

Her own woman.

Just as he was surely his own man. Neither of them owed one another a thing after tonight.

She steeled her gut when he made his way back to her, and pushed back against the voice that told her she was making the wrong decision. She could feel it gnawing at the edges of her consciousness, assuring her that it would be different with him.

But she knew that trick, too, and she wasn't about to let the "good angel" reassure her into complacent stupidity for the flimsy hope of "what might be." She was only concerned with what would be, once they made it to their room.

Liam

He was consumed with her already, still savoring her taste, relishing the feel of her lips on his, his mind replaying the way her eyes fucked him as she'd taken him into her mouth. His cock was on high alert around her, fevered with need to take her, to wrap the tight core of her around every inch. Frowning, he was struck with the thought that this could only end badly.

He'd fallen for a girl once. She'd been your stereotypical femme fatale. Yeah, she'd almost killed him with her intensity, and he couldn't let her go, even when he'd realized how poisonous she was. Liam had followed her to the edge of hell and actually peered into the abyss, considering free-falling in after her, but in the end, he'd learned something about himself.

Something that saved him from sacrificing everything about him that was worth holding onto: He knew how to break patterns, and she had been a pattern.

She'd been a beautiful, fuckable version of the archetype his mother had taught him to pine for, praying on some tortured, unconscious level to win her love and attention in return. She'd been the girl he could patch up, and send back into the wild, fix again when she came back, and then finally attempt to cage until she gnawed her way free of her binds and nearly bit his off hand in the process.

Liam had zero desire to be anyone's savior now. Shit, he'd barely saved himself. He was still working on that part actually. Being the punching bag for your mom's asshole boyfriends most of your teen life creates a monster that's hard to rein in when it's roused.

Liam fought everyday to keep it tethered. Whenever some asshole looked at him wrong, or he had to remind himself of the differences between over-reaction and the likelihood that someone had just gotten the sun in their eye and really wasn't trying to challenge his manhood.

You'd have thought stabbing a man thirteen times and nearly killing him would have sated the part of him that needed to prove he wasn't weak, but you'd be wrong.

Maybe that was because his mom had gotten back together with the bastard in the end, even after that worthless fuck beat his little brother bloody for "stealing" a cigarette. To add insult to injury, she'd utterly frozen Liam and Corey out of her life.

Clenching his jaw, he shook himself off of that line of thought, marveling at how just a glance from those gorgeous, onyx eyes relaxed a part of him he usually had to hit a punching bag at the gym to calm.

She had all the affect of a Tibetan mantra on a foul mood. Which was dangerous. She was too good. Too close to something he'd surely become addicted to if he didn't find a way to erect some sort of barrier.

Because those eyes of hers, dark and innocent in the same beat, told him unequivocally that she wasn't here to join souls.

She was here to enjoy him

Physically.

And that had been all he'd set out to give her tonight, hadn't it?

Letting the door to their room close behind him, he reached out to cup her cheek and pulled her to him, dropping the room keys in the slot.

That kiss.

She kissed him liked her soul was in it, even if it wasn't, and it appealed to him on a level he couldn't talk down. Made him want more already, before he'd even had her. Maybe that was the greed in him. Maybe it was just fear.

The fear of loving something so hard you didn't think you could live without it, and coming to the very real conclusion that you'd have no choice if that thing didn't want to be kept in the "cage" of commitment.

Pulling back from her, he searched her eyes.

"How do you like the place?"

She grinned.

"I don't know. I haven't had a chance to look around."

He grinned back.

"Don't let me stop you."

He was paying a pretty penny for this because she was as top shelf as the experience he was giving her. Staying at the Dark Tower would have been corny, and Liam wasn't one to undervalue something or someone so obviously precious.

There was also the little matter of ego. He wanted to impress her memory with something a lesser man would be hard-pressed, or unwilling, to match. Fuck watching your wallet when you have a goddess in your line of sight.

A real man does everything he has to do to celebrate something fine with equally fine things.

No matter the cost.

He regretted the tug in his gut that told him, she might not give him the opportunity to spoil her more than once.

But fuck it.

He'd make the most of whatever time she'd give him.

~

Jackie wandered about the six-room suite with an elegantly-veiled sense of wonder that instantly made him want to give her more than he was giving already.

He could tell by the way she handled things that she'd come from humble beginnings, too. The way her eyes paid special note to fixtures that silver-spoon fed babies considered old hat. The way she appreciated the fine art hung in expensively, wrought frames on the walls of the study and parlor.

It was a pity the good ones had to know suffering and want as intimately as they did, but then, maybe they wouldn't be so good if they were raised with the idea that they were entitled to everything. Liam was pretty sure he'd have been a giant-sized asshole if he hadn't come from very strained beginnings, hadn't played nurse maid to his mother whenever she took too much and had all the makings of a burgeoning overdose, hadn't-

Enough. Tonight wasn't about that.

Liam eyed her as she ran her fingertips along the spines of the books in the "King's study."

Tonight was about the future. If she would have him.

Slipping a slow-poured flute of port into her fingers, Liam ran a fingertip along her cheek. Then his hand closed around her free hand, and he led her to the parlor, where he claimed the wine from her tongue as his fingers nimbly relieved her of her clothes. His kisses trailed to her neck where he nipped her almost to the point of branding and met her eyes firmly when she winced.

"Drink."

His words had an ominous ring to them, almost suggesting she'd need the alcohol to deal with what he had waiting for her, but the truth was, he was going to be gentle with her.

He'd dominate her but not in a way that scarred. He couldn't help that aspect of himself. It was a core part of his sexuality, but he would inch her into it slowly. Let her get used to him. The little bit of beast he'd already shown her had been received with the supplication of a wanton kitten, so the techno-fates weren't at all past the mark matching them up.

Drinking down her wine, she shivered at his nips and the portions of skin he sucked deeply into his mouth. Liam recovered the wine from her hands without skipping a beat, lowering it to the mantel over the fireplace. Gesturing down her dress, he led her to step out of it and continued his trail of kisses and bites, until he felt her legs quiver, jellied with overwhelm.

God, she was beautiful.

Her figure full and generous, breasts bursting ripe with bright gumdrops at their tips, hips swollen and wanton, making deep slopes down from her waist. Fucking perfection.

Art.

The Barbie-clones he'd made use of when he'd been younger and stupider paled in comparison, too scared to eat a sandwich, as they were to ever know the curves of a woman like Jackie.

Liam's cock jerked when his mouth descended to the split of her again and a breathy moan fell from her flushed lips. Eyes slipping closed with hunger and ecstasy, he covered her and ate her until he was sure she couldn't take another second of it.

Lapping her once more, he pulled back from her and met her eyes.

"Don't come."

Her brow quirked, but she nodded her slow agreement, and when he lifted her up, wrapping her thighs around him and pressed her to the wall, she nipped his lip with approval.

"Fuck me," she husked.

Oh, he planned to.