Chapter 177: Night At Liam's Place. PT.2! [FIXED!] **
The air in the apartment was thick, charged with a heavy, electric tension that had been building since the moment Liam stepped through the door. When his mouth claimed hers again, the kiss didn't just deepen; it evolved. It became something slower, more deliberate, a calculated exploration of hunger. His tongue slid against hers with lazy, sweeping strokes, tasting the faint, clean sweetness of the water she'd just sipped.
Vanessa's fingers curled desperately into the fabric of his shirt, bunching the material as she pulled him closer, her back sinking deeper into the plush cushions of the couch.
She felt the searing heat of his palm as it traveled up her side, the friction of his skin against her dress sending jolts of electricity through her. He cupped the full, heavy weight of her breast through the thin green fabric, squeezing firmly before tugging the neckline down with a sharp, decisive motion.
Liam broke the kiss just enough to trail his lips down the sensitive column of her throat. His breath was hot, smelling of mint and desire, his voice dropping to a rough, guttural murmur.
"You taste better than I ever imagined, Vanessa," he whispered, the vibration of his words sending a shiver straight to her core. Vanessa arched her chest toward him, a soft, needy moan escaping her lips as he tugged the fabric of her dress aside completely, freeing her large, natural breasts. Her nipples were already tight, peaking into hard, aching points that begged for his touch.
He didn't make her wait. His mouth closed over one stiff peak, sucking firmly, the wet heat of his tongue circling and flicking around the areola until she let out a loud, broken moan.
"Mmm… Liam… oh god, yes…" Her voice cracked, her head falling back against the couch as he switched to the other breast. He sucked harder this time, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip just enough to send sparks racing down her spine and pooling in her groin. Each rhythmic pull of his mouth made her thighs press together instinctively, the ache between her legs growing sharper, more demanding.
Her hand moved almost on its own, driven by a primal need to feel him. She slid her palm down his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, until her fingers found the rigid ridge straining against his pants.
She rubbed him through the fabric first, feeling him twitch and pulse under her touch, and then she worked the zipper down with trembling fingers. When she finally wrapped her hand around his thick, throbbing length, skin to skin, Liam let out a deep, guttural groan against her breast.
The vibration of his voice echoed through her chest, making her nipples throb in sync with his heartbeat.
She stroked him slowly at first, savoring the velvet texture of his skin and the sheer heat radiating from him, before increasing the pace, her grip tightening as she felt him grow even harder, pulsing violently in her hand.
"Fuck, Vanessa… your hand feels so fucking good," Liam groaned, his voice thick with lust.
He returned to her breasts, sucking one nipple deep into his mouth while his other hand slid under the hem of her dress. His fingers traced the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh, moving upward in a slow, torturous climb. Vanessa kept stroking him, her pace matching the rhythm of his tongue on her skin, soft, rhythmic moans slipping from her lips every time he sucked harder.
"Ah… mmm… right there… please…"
As his fingers climbed higher, he hit the edge of her panties. They were soaked. She could feel it—warm, slick, and embarrassingly drenched. Liam's hand pressed firmly against the damp lace, and he let out a low, smug chuckle against her skin.
"You're dripping for me, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
"You're absolutely soaked." His fingers pressed harder against the wet fabric, feeling the heat radiating from her clit. Vanessa's hips twitched upward, a loud, broken moan escaping her.
"Liam… oh god, I can't… I need…"
Just as he began to slide a finger beneath the lace, Vanessa caught his wrist, her breathing ragged and shallow.
"Wait… not yet," she gasped, her eyes wide and clouded with lust. Liam paused, his eyes locking onto hers. He slowly withdrew his hand, sitting back just enough to give her space, but his expression remained one of pure, smug dominance. He looked at her with a glimmer in his eyes, knowing he had her completely undone, his lips still glistening from the moisture of her breasts.
Vanessa stared at him, her chest heaving, her lips parted and swollen. She was breathless, her mind racing. She couldn't stop thinking about how perky and soft his mouth had felt, how the sheer power of his presence was overwhelming her senses.
Liam stood up slowly, the movement deliberate and predatory. He undid his belt with a slow, clicking sound that seemed to echo in the quiet room. As his pants dropped, his thick, veiny cock sprung free, heavy and flushed, throbbing with every beat of his heart.
Vanessa's mouth watered instantly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she stared at the sheer size of him.
She instinctively reached up to tie her hair back into a bun, wanting to clear the way, but Liam shook his head, his voice a commanding growl.
"No. Leave it down. I want to feel it in my hands, I want it dropping over your shoulders while I pack my cock down your throat." The raw dominance in his tone sent a fresh, violent rush of heat between her legs, making her core clench. She let her hair fall loose, the dark strands brushing against her bare, flushed shoulders.
Liam stepped closer, his cock now only inches from her face, throbbing visibly in the dim light. He reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to look at him.
"Do you want this as bad as I do, Vanessa?"
She could barely breathe, her voice a mere whisper. "Yes… please, Liam… yes."
"Then open up," he ordered.
She parted her lips obediently, and Liam guided himself in. He slid slowly over her tongue, the girth stretching her lips wide before he pushed deeper, sliding past her teeth until he hit the back of her throat. The sudden stretch made her eyes water, her throat tightening around him, but the sight of her full, plush lips wrapped tightly around his shaft made Liam groan deep in his chest.
"That's it… take it all… good girl," he grunted, pushing a little deeper. Vanessa gagged, the trapped air in her lungs making her chest heave, and the tight, rhythmic flutter of her throat nearly pushed Liam over the edge. He felt the pressure build, the intensity almost too much to bear, forcing him to yank his cock out of her throat with a wet, slapping sound. For a brief second, her muscles tightened around him, as if her body was refusing to let him go, but he pulled back completely.
Vanessa gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly, saliva trailing from the corner of her mouth. She stared up at him, dazed, wondering how she had even been able to fit so much of him in her throat. Liam didn't give her a moment to recover.
He took his saliva-slicked cock and rubbed it slowly across her cheek, then smeared the moisture over her parted lips. He loved the mess, the raw, uninhibited nature of it. He watched her closely, and when she didn't protest—instead sticking her tongue out, inviting him to slap the heavy head of his cock against it—his pupils dilated.
The wet sound of the impact was obscene in the silence of the apartment. Liam leaned in, his voice a husky, dangerous whisper against her ear.
"You're so fucking naughty, Vanessa. I'm going to ruin you."