A Dom Is Forever (32 page)

“Have you sucked a cock before?” He stroked his shaft, forcing himself to go slow when all he wanted to do was shove his cock deep. He could fist his hand in her hair and not stop until he felt the back of her throat, but he waited.

“Not for a very long time, and even then I don’t know that I was very good at it,” she replied.

“I’ll teach you what I like. Start with the head. Don’t use your hands yet. Just lick me.” He felt a pulse of pre-come coat the slit of his dick. He was like a bloody teenager, not a thirty-something who’d done it just about every way a man could. He moved toward her, holding his cock out for her tongue.

Her lips opened and the tip of her tongue came out, and Liam shuddered at the feel of that little butterfly on his skin. His whole body clenched.

“You like that?” Avery asked, her voice a little uncertain.

“I love it.” He put a hand on her head. She needed the connection. He stroked her, feeling her getting more and more secure.

She licked the head, rolling her tongue around and playing with the ridges of his cock. She settled in, exploring without reservation now.

“Suck the head into your mouth,” Liam ordered.

She licked her lips before sucking his cock head in. He shivered at the feel of her teeth just lightly grazing him. Torture. This was the finest torture ever.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t break. You can be a little rough. Play with it.” He let his hand tighten in her hair, tugging it lightly. The little pull wasn’t meant to hurt, but to be a nice little sensation on her scalp, a way to bring her body into the moment past her mouth. She would be able to feel his hand in her hair, his plug in her ass, his dick in her mouth. He wanted her to feel him everywhere, to surround her with himself.

She leaned forward slightly, pulling him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue made long passes over his cock, awkward at first, but gaining in confidence with every groan he gave her. She licked from the crown of his cock down to the base and then back again. Every pass was a pure pleasure, pushing him further and further, closer to the edge. Her untutored mouth was doing what a deeply experienced one couldn’t, threatening to unman him. He could take a blow job for hours and not lose control, but he was close to coming now.

He hissed a little and pulled her head back. Her lips were swollen, shiny. “That feels so good, baby. Now use your hands and play with my balls. I like to have my balls cupped and rolled.”

She was delicate at first, one small hand gingerly cupping him. Her skin was so soft, her fingers surrounding him. She tugged and played, rolling them in her palm and pulling lightly until he was in control again. “I want to taste you, Sir.”

He wanted to give her everything. “Do it. Suck me dry, Avery. You don’t need me to tell you what to do. You’re perfect.”

She kept one hand on his balls and the other gripped his cock while she sucked the head into her mouth. She was so much more confident. Her tongue laved affection while her hand stroked him up and down, tightening around him like her cunt did. He shook a little as she placed the tip of her tongue right over his slit and delved in like she just couldn’t wait another second to taste his come and was trying to tempt it out.

All the while, she played with his balls, her hands and mouth finding a rhythm he couldn’t deny. His spine lit up, his muscles shaking as he held her head.

“Take me deep. I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow everything I give you. You’re going to drink me down, girl.” He heard his accent coming out, but he couldn’t help it. When he was so close with her, it was almost impossible to deny.

Her mouth opened, allowing his cock to sink deep. She groaned, the sound reverberating along his cock. Come bubbled in his balls.

He gave up any thought of teaching her. All that mattered was coming. He pulled at her head, forcing his dick in further and further. Her tongue swirled at first and settled into massaging the underside of his dick while she sucked, her mouth fighting to keep him in.

He felt his cock head touch the soft back of her throat, and he was done. The orgasm sizzled along his spine, his cock giving up wave after wave of come.

She took it all, licking his cock long after he’d finished, bringing a sense of sweet peace to him. His hand softened in her hair.

“Thank you,” he said. “That was beautiful, and now I want to pay you back.”

He lifted her up and tossed her lightly on the bed. He loved the look she got in her eyes every time he lifted her into his arms. A dreamy look crossed her face as though she couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

“I liked that,” she said with a little smile. “I liked how you taste.”

“I like how you taste, too. Spread your legs.” He’d wanted to tie her up, but he was too anxious to taste her again, to hear her cry and beg. His cock was already responding to the way she was laid out. “Show me.”

She spread her legs for him. Days of training seemed to have worked. He’d kept her naked every night, and at least once a day he required that she spread her legs and show him her pussy. It was a little ritual he demanded. When he gave her the words “show me,” she was to showcase that part of her that belonged to him.

He could hear her breathe as she let her fingers slip through her labial lips. She touched herself.

“Who does that belong to?” he asked, his voice rough.

“You, Sir. My pussy belongs to you.” Her head came up a little. “Can I see my cock?”

He felt a brilliant smile cross his face as he gave her what she wanted. He stroked himself back to life. “This is your cock, love. No one else’s. Now get that hand away from my pussy because if you make yourself come, I will punish you all over again.”

Her hand disappeared, going over her head in a flash.

Liam crawled onto the bed. He could smell her. He loved the way she smelled. The dim light couldn’t hide the fact that her pussy was coated with arousal. All that lovely juice and he was a thirsty man. He pushed her legs further apart, opening her up more before he took that first long lick.

Her whole body shook. He wouldn’t be able to spend hours here like he would prefer. She was too aroused, and he wanted her to come around his cock. But he could play for a moment.

He lightly twisted the perfect pearl of her clit between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a low moan from Avery. “Don’t come until I’m deep inside you.”

“Oh, god, Lee, that’s going to be so hard.”

He growled a little. “Don’t. Let me taste you, and then I’ll give you what you want.”

He speared his tongue up, fucking into her cunt. Her taste coated his tongue, spicy and female, so rich he thought he might drown in it. He worked a hand under her, his fingers toying with the plug in her ass, pressing in and making her writhe under him. Her breath came out in short gasps as he let his tongue run the length of her pussy, sucking at her labia, drawing each side in one at a time. He licked his way up, darting the tip around her clit, never touching her, always teasing.

“Lee, please. Please.” Her whole body was quaking, but it was apparent she was trying so hard to follow his commands.

He gave her one long last lick and then came up on his knees, reaching across her for the condom he’d left on the nightstand. Even though he’d come in her mouth just moments before, he was hard and aching for her again. It was the same way every night. As soon as he’d fucked her senseless and thought for sure he was satisfied, he’d catch sight of her smile or her hand would brush across his chest and he would be hard again, as though he just couldn’t stop wanting her. He’d fuck her over and over until they both fell asleep, his a sweet dreamless rest that meant the world to him. While he’d been in her bed, he hadn’t dreamed about that day, had been able to shove it aside. Every part of his being had been focused on her, on training her, teaching her pleasure.

He rolled the condom over his erection and let his chest find hers. Hard nipples rubbed against his skin, a contrast to the
pillowy
breast. He kissed her. “This is how you taste to me.”

His tongue found hers and slid alongside, tasting his own saltiness there. They kissed, their essences mingling as their tongues played and danced. His cock found her pussy, rubbing against it and foraging in.

Her nails bit into his back as she gasped when he twisted his hips and forced his way in. Her cunt was so bloody tight, nearly strangling his cock. He thrust as far as he could, and then he was the one moaning as the plug dragged against his cock.

So tight. So sweet. So bloody good.

He let her lips go and reared up to his elbows, readjusting her so she could take his full length with every hard thrust of his body. Her legs came around his waist, and he felt the plug slip out, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the feel of those walls gripping him, her legs and nails digging into him, so desperate to keep him inside.

“Oh, god, Lee. Lee. Lee.” She called his name over and over again as her pussy clenched and she came. He fucked in and out, picking up the pace, using her as roughly as he chose because she could handle it. He sank his hands into her hair and let his face bury itself in her neck as he fucked deep one last time and gave up his come.

He let his body slump, covering her and weighing her down. She didn’t protest, just wrapped her arms around him and held him close. He breathed in her scent and rested his head on her chest. This was what he’d longed for. Peace. Comfort. The feel of his blood strumming through his body while her heart pounded against his ear.

He could sleep this way. He could sleep and not dream of anything but her.

He was just drifting off when he heard her sniffle.

His head came up, and he was shocked at the sight. She was crying, tears dripping down her face.

“Avery? Avery, did I hurt you?” He tried to think. He wasn’t any rougher on her than he’d been in the past. She’d been so aroused it shouldn’t have bothered her.

She shook her head as he practically jumped off her. He started looking for bruising or anything that would explain the tears. “I’m not hurt. Not physically.”

This was what she’d been holding in all day. He’d felt it, been afraid of it. He rolled the condom off and tossed it in the garbage before sitting on the bed. “Just tell me.”

“I don’t want to.” She bit her lip, her eyes turning down as though she suddenly found the bedspread deeply interesting.

He reached out, forcing her chin up. “Avery, this can’t work if you won’t talk to me. I’m supposed to comfort you but you won’t even acknowledge that something’s wrong. Do I mean that little to you? Am I just the guy who fucks you?”

“How can you say that?” She breathed the question out.

“Because you don’t want to talk to me about anything important. You talk about work and what you like on TV and what books you read, but you don’t talk about your past. You don’t talk about…” He just couldn’t say it. He knew he was being a hypocrite, but it didn’t matter.

“About
Maddie
?” The name came out of her mouth in a little puff of air. Delicate. Fragile.

“Yeah. You don’t talk about her or anyone you care about. Maybe because I’m not important enough to share her with.” He was a rat-fink, bloody, nasty, scumbag bastard, but he wanted everything from her, even if he couldn’t give it back to her. He wanted her every emotion. He wanted her history. He wanted her problems and her worries. He wanted everything that was Avery Charles to belong to him.

She sat up, reaching for one of two robes that had been folded on the nightstand. She stood, covering her body, her hands shaking as she tied it around her waist, and Liam realized this was it. This was when she told him he wasn’t good enough and that she’d had a good time, but she needed to find a man who was worthy of her. Someone good and kind and better educated. Someone she would want to try to have another child with.

She was quiet for a moment, the air between them stale and hard, but her voice was soft when she finally spoke. “I got a call from my mother-in-law today. It upset me. It was quite horrible. She’d seen an article in a magazine that reminded her of something I had done.”

“Go on.” He sat on the bed, not wanting to scare her off.

“I still think of her as Mom. I shouldn’t. We haven’t been close in years, but I keep hoping. For a while, it was because she was the only link I had left to Brandon, but now I think she’s the only link I have left to the me I was back then. Everyone is gone. It’s hard sometimes to be the only one who knows what it was like to grow up the way I did, who remembers
Maddie
and Brandon. I’ve been clinging to the hope that they’re going to forgive me someday, and I can have a family again.”

A well of despair fed her voice, threatening to cut through him. He wished he’d never asked, but he couldn’t make her stop talking now that she was open. He reached out for her. Maybe she could tell the story more easily if he held her.

She stared for a moment, longing plain on her face, but she shook him off. “If you still want to hold me after I tell you the whole story, I’ll gladly take it, but you have to listen first.”

“What did you do that you needed forgiveness for?” He couldn’t imagine Avery doing anything to hurt someone. Did her in-laws blame her because she’d been driving the car? According to the reports he’d read, she’d been blindsided. She’d had the right of way.

“I told you I was in an accident.” She’d told him in only the vaguest of terms. “I was driving. Brandon was in the passenger seat, and
Maddie
was in her car seat behind him. It was late. We’d been at a party but neither of us had been drinking. I was still breastfeeding, and Brandon had never had a drink in his life. We were both pretty straight kids. Besides getting pregnant, I think the wildest thing the two of us did was go to the mall when we were supposed to be at the library.”

And Liam had been getting in trouble for as long as he could remember. He’d been in the SAS by the time he was just a tiny bit older than Avery had been when she had the accident. He’d killed more than once by then. His innocent had ended long before his teen years. “Go on.”