Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Elena shifted against him, her hand pressing flat against his chest. "Let’s go again."

Liam didn’t move. He stared at the ceiling for a moment. "Won’t they come looking for me?"

Elena lifted her head. "What?"

"The facility. I was just in there. I saw all of that." He turned his head toward her. "That’s not the kind of place that lets people just walk out and go on with their day."

Elena looked at him for a second. Then she settled back, her head resting on his shoulder, unbothered. "You’re in the clear."

"How."

"Because I picked that location specifically." She traced a slow line across his chest with one finger. "I know how that place operates. I know what he wants and what he’s afraid of. That facility exists because I allowed it to exist in that building. He knows that. Which means he’s not going to do anything that makes me unhappy."

Liam thought about it. "And coming after me would make you unhappy."

"Coming after you would make me very unhappy." She said it simply. "Besides, he’s going to be too busy being furious at me to even think about you."

Liam was quiet for a moment. "What about the fact that I was there as your customer?"

"He knows I don’t care what happens to a customer." She shrugged, her shoulder moving against him. "People who walk into places like that take their chances. He knows my position on that."

"So I’m just a customer."

Elena paused.

Liam turned his head slightly. "If he found out we were more than that it’d be a different story."

She was quiet for just a beat too long.

"So what are we?" Liam asked.

Elena lifted her head and looked at him. Her hair fell over one shoulder. "Are we not lovers?"

Liam looked at her. "Are we."

"I thought that was obvious by now."

"You have a husband."

Something crossed her face. Quick. Gone just as fast. "It’s on paper." She held his gaze. "That’s all it is."

Liam looked at her for a moment longer. "Does he know that."

"It doesn’t matter what he knows." Flat. No edge. Just fact.

Liam looked back at the ceiling. The fan turned.

"Do you actually care about any of that?" Elena asked. Quieter now. Not pushing. Just asking.

Liam thought about it honestly.

"Not really," he said.

Elena smiled. Small. Real. She pushed herself up and swung her leg over him, settling onto his lap, her hands pressing flat against his chest. Her hair fell forward around her face. Her skin warm everywhere it touched his.

She looked down at him. "Good."

Then she reached down and guided him inside her.

Her breath caught. Her head dropped forward, her lips parting as she sank down slow and took him in completely.

"Mm..." The sound came from low in her throat.

Her hips started moving. A slow rolling grind, her body finding its own rhythm, her hands pressing into his chest for balance. Her back arched slightly with each forward rock, her breasts swaying with the motion, full and soft in the low light of the room, the skin flushed warm across her chest.

Liam’s hands found her hips. His fingers pressing into her skin, feeling the way she moved against him.

She rolled forward and his jaw tightened. "Fuck."

"Yeah." Her voice was breathy, her hips not stopping. "You feel different from this angle."

"Good different?"

She looked down at him, her eyes half shut. "Very good different."

She picked up the pace. Her thighs working, lifting herself up and dropping back down, the motion slow and controlled. The sounds between them filled the quiet room underneath the constant whir of the fan. Skin against skin. Soft and wet. Her breathing coming in short steady bursts.

Her head tilted back. Her throat exposed, her pulse visible at the base of it. Her breasts moved with every drop, the soft weight of them rising and falling, and Liam brought one hand up from her hip and cupped one, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh, his thumb dragging slow across her nipple.

"Ah—" Her rhythm stuttered. "Don’t distract me."

"I’m not doing anything," Liam said.

She looked down at him with an expression that said she knew exactly what he was doing. Then her hips moved again, harder this time.

He kept his thumb moving. Slow circles.

"Liam—"

"Keep going," he said.

She made a sound that was half frustration and half something else. Her hips rolled forward then lifted then dropped. The frustration bled out of her face and left only the something else.

"Mm... yes..."

She was fully in it now. Her hands flat on his chest, her hips moving in long fluid drops, her whole body working. Her nipple hardened further under his thumb, and he brought his other hand up, filling his palm with the other one, squeezing slow.

"Ah—" Her head dropped back. "Both at once is— ah—"

"Too much?"

"No." The word came out shaky. "Keep going."

He kept both hands moving. His thumbs working her nipples in slow steady circles while her hips rose and fell above him, the warm weight of her breasts soft and full in his hands, moving with every motion of her body.

Her breathing got faster. Shorter. Her thighs trembling slightly with the effort.

He pressed his hand flat against her lower back and pushed her forward slightly, changing the angle.

Her eyes went wide. "Oh—"

"There?"

"Yes." Broken. "Right there."

He kept her there. His hand holding the angle, her hips working against it desperately now, her whole body chasing the feeling. The sounds she made climbed higher.

"Ah... ah... god... yes..."

Her nails pressed into his chest. Her movements getting less controlled, more urgent, her body rocking hard against his.

"I’m close," she breathed. "I’m really close."

He squeezed both her breasts at once, his thumbs pressing firm against her nipples.

"Ah— oh god— Liam—"

Her whole body pulled tight. Her back arched hard, her head dropping back, her hair falling loose behind her. The sound that tore out of her was long and raw, her thighs clamping down, her body shaking through it in long rolling waves.

"Oh god— oh fuck— ah—"

She collapsed forward onto his chest, her whole body trembling, her breathing ragged against his neck. Her hair across his shoulder. Her hips still twitching slightly, chasing the last of it.

He gave her a moment. His hands moving slow up her back while she shook.

Then he shifted.

He rolled her over onto her back in one smooth motion. She made a surprised sound, her eyes opening, her hair spread out across the pillow. Before she could say anything he hooked her legs up over his shoulders and pushed back inside her.

"Oh—" Her breath punched out. "Oh that’s deep— ah—"

He started moving. Not slow this time. Deep hard strokes, his hands gripping the back of her thighs, holding her exactly where he wanted her. Her face said everything immediately, her mouth falling open, her eyebrows pulling together.

"Fuck— Liam— yes—"

Her breasts moved with every thrust, the soft weight of them bouncing with the rhythm, her whole body rocking with the force of it. The room was warm. The smell of her was everywhere now, warm skin and heat and something sweet underneath it all.

Her sounds were continuous now. Broken and desperate, one bleeding into the next, her head pressing back into the pillow, her hands gripping the sheets white-knuckled.

"Ah— ah— yes— don’t stop—"

He thrust harder.

"Oh— oh fuck—"

He felt the pressure coiling tight. He drove into her once more, deep, as deep as he could go, his whole body going rigid.

"Fuck—"

Elena arched up toward him, a broken cry tearing out of her, her hands flying up and gripping his forearms so tight it had to leave marks.

They stayed like that. The room completely still except for the fan turning slow and easy overhead.

Then it all let go at once.

Liam dropped his head forward. Elena went completely limp beneath him, her legs sliding down off his shoulders, her hands falling away from his arms.

For a long moment neither of them moved.

Then Elena let out a long slow exhale that came from somewhere deep. Her whole body deflating with it.

"Okay," she said, her voice hoarse and quiet. "Okay."

Liam shifted off her and lay back. His chest still heaving. The ceiling fan turned. Outside somewhere far off a car passed and faded into nothing.

Elena turned her head toward him. Her hair across her face. Every careful layer of her stripped completely back.

She reached over and pressed her palm flat against his chest. Just rested it there. Feeling his heartbeat slow.

"Stay tonight," she said.

Liam looked at her.

"Just tonight," she added. Like that made it simpler.

He looked back at the ceiling. At the fan still turning.

"Yeah," he said. "Okay."