Because of His Name (4 page)

“Please.”

He knew what she meant, what she
needed.
 
“I’m not going to fuck
you,” he told her, after she came again.

“Why not?”

“Because.
 
Tonight’s for you,” he said.

“I don’t want it to be just for me.
 
I want you to come too,” she told him.

There was a long hesitation.
 
“I don’t think so.”

“I’ll do anything.”

He was naked too
,
she knew that
.
 
She’d felt his body against hers in the
darkness, his hard cock slapping against her, grazing her from time to
time.
 
But he’d never put it in her,
where she wanted it.

“Fine then.
 
I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he told
her, and his excitement showed in the raspy sound of his throat.

“Good,” she said, happy to have the
chance to taste him.
 
She laid her
head back, waiting for him, her wrists still bound.
 
She could feel herself getting wet again
between her legs.

It was amazing, she thought, how hot he
could get her at every new turn.

Liam climbed on top of her so that he was
astride her chest, his legs straddling her torso.
 
“Open your mouth, Grace.”

She did as she was told, and then she
felt him sliding into her mouth.
 
He
didn’t go in all the way at first—just the head of him was on her lips,
and she started to suck it.

He tasted good—clean, a little
salty, but in a good way.
 
He was
thick but not too thick, and she couldn’t tell exactly how long he was
yet.
 
She liked the texture of his
cock, the head of it sliding in and out between her lips.

She bobbed her head as best she could
from the bottom, trying to suck more of him.

“Damn,” he said, “that feels too fucking
good.”

She liked that he was having trouble
holding out.
 
She could tell he
wanted to come.
 
His dick was rock
hard and she tasted pre-cum.

Soon he was sliding further into her
mouth, fucking her like he’d said he would do.
 
Fucking her mouth, his hips pumping, his
cock going in deeper and deeper until he went in as far as he could.

Liam groaned as she took him in all the
way up to his balls, her lips stretching, straining to get more in.

“I’m going to fucking explode,” he
warned.

She gave him more, sucking in and out,
bobbing her head ceaselessly until she felt him spurting into her.
 

His cock was all the way in her mouth,
expanding slightly in width as the shaft flexed like a muscle, and then shot
his seed.
 
Liam groaned loudly,
thrusting again and again as he continued to spray himself into her mouth.

It was a lot, and she choked for a
moment, panicking because it was flooding her throat.

Liam seemed to sense this and pulled
out.
 
“Are you all right?” he asked.

She nodded, taking a few moments to catch
her breath.
 
“Yes, it was just a
lot.”

“Oh man,” he breathed heavily.
 
“Oh man.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”
 
He was quiet.
 
And then he untied her wrists.
 

She rubbed her wrists in the darkness,
feeling slightly weak and disoriented.
 
“I need to use the bathroom,” Grace said, and then went into the bright
marble bathroom and washed her hands and face, rinsed her mouth out with some
mouthwash that was sitting on the sink.

When she was done, she looked at herself
wearily.
 
Now she really
did look ragged, and her eyes were bloodshot, her skin sallow.

She went back into the darkened room and
stood there.
 
“I guess I should
probably go now,” she told him.

“No,” he said.
 
“Don’t be ridiculous.
 
Come into bed, Grace.”

“I don’t know.
 
Isn’t it weird?”

“It’s not weird for me.”

She could hardly see him, but she was
relieved at the sound of his voice.
 
The truth was that she wanted to feel his warm skin, his body next to
hers.

“Okay,” Grace said, after a long moment
of consideration.

She slid into bed and then he wrapped his
arms around her, pulling her against him.
 
He spooned her, cradling her against his chest.

They were both still nude, and she could
feel him hardening again after awhile.

Neither of them had spoken for a time,
but his hands were cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples until they
stiffened.
 
“What’s going on here?”
she whispered.

“Shhhh…” he said, and then he was turning
her, and his lips were on her nipples, sucking again, and it ached and it was
sore and amazing all at once.
 
Something about it brought out emotion from her chest—like she
wanted to cry, as he sucked and sucked her.

And then his lips were on hers again and
his tongue in her mouth.
 
She could
even taste her own sex from when he’d licked her before.
 
Grace didn’t care about that, or about
much else, besides enjoying what was happening between them.

She began to stroke his cock, enjoying
the feeling of having him in her hand.
 
As he kissed her mouth and massaged her breasts, she stroked his cock
and rubbed his lower stomach, his rock hard abs with the other hand.
 

Soon, she was stroking him faster and
faster.

“Turn over on your belly,” he said.

She did what he said, and then he climbed
on top of her and pushed his hard shaft in between her butt cheeks.

Now he was sliding in between them, like
a hot iron bar, and his hand wrapped beneath and played with her pussy, getting
her wet again as he slid up and down.
 

“Fuck me,” she told him again.

“Soon,” he said, pushing the head of his
cock up against her rectum, pressing, and it felt good, if a little scary.
 
She thought if he went in, it might
hurt, but she wouldn’t stop him.

But before he went in, Liam pulled free
and instead kept sliding himself between her cheeks, as he played with her
pussy, stroking her clit until she started to buzz.

“Why won’t you just do it already?” she
gasped.

“It’s not time yet.”
 
He slapped her ass hard, once and then
twice and then again and again.
 

She squealed a little, shocked but not
upset.
 
Actually, she liked the way
it felt, as he spanked her buttocks again and again and again.

Then he sat up and started slapping his
hard cock on her asshole.

Slap.

“I should come on your little tight
asshole,” he told her.

“Yes, please,” she begged.

He slapped the head of his cock on her
asshole over and over, and then he spanked her butt cheeks repeatedly with his
hand, alternating cheeks.
 
As he
continued, he seemed to get more excited, until finally he pushed his cock
between her cheeks and used his hands to press her butt cheeks together.

She could feel him sliding in, almost
penetrating her.

And it was turning her on.

He’s
going to fuck me in the ass
.
 

In the past, one or two guys had tried
and she’d turned them down without even a thought.
 
She’d never wanted to do it, not even a
little bit.

And now Liam Houston was going to do it
on their first night together.
 
He’d
only just kissed her for the first time a couple of hours ago and now she was
going to let him try anal.

But he never went inside.
 
Instead, he slid himself up and came all
over her lower back.
 
Hot, wet,
sticky ropes splashed her skin, as Liam grunted under his breath.

And then he was done, and he fell to the
side, breathing heavily.
 
Moments
later he got off the bed, went to the bathroom and came back with a towel,
which he used to
gently
clean her back.

After he was done, Liam slid next to her
in the bed and stroked her hair for a moment.
 
“I’m glad you stayed,” he whispered.

“So am I,” Grace told him.

She was still lying on her stomach, just
trying to comprehend what had happened already tonight.
 
She wasn’t sure exactly what it
was—only that she’d immensely enjoyed it.

 
“I want to hold you now,” he said, his
voice sounding gentle in the darkness.

“That would be nice.”

She turned onto her side and he slid up
behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her, one hand on her belly, the
other on her breast.
 
His lips were
against the back of her neck and she felt him push his hips closer.

Now his cock was against her, and she
felt him stirring, but he seemed content just to be close to her for now.

This
feels way too good.

It
feels like we’re a couple, like we’re actually together.
 
But we aren’t.
 
I’m just some average girl he hooked up
with tonight.

Her heart ached, because she’d never felt
so sexy, so hot and excited for a man before in her life, but she already knew
it was doomed to be a one-night stand.
 

Liam had somehow opened her up in a way
that nobody had ever been able to do.

But Grace was anxious, because she didn’t
know if she liked being this vulnerable, especially not this vulnerable to
someone like Liam Houston.
 
This would
be just another fling in a series of meaningless hookups for him, and for her
it was very different.

Maybe
it doesn’t have to be so weird.
 
Maybe you can do a fling just as easily as he can.

She sunk into him, really let
herself
be held, and snuggling against his warm skin, his
strong body, and she allowed herself to imagine what more of this could be
like.
 
Just to pretend, for a little
while, that this could be real.

She’d waited so many years of her life
before she’d realized that she could even feel something like this.
 
Tonight, Liam Houston had opened a
secret door that Grace hadn’t even known existed.
 
When would she be able to experience it
again?

The next time might be twenty years from
now.

Just
try and enjoy something for once, Grace.
 
Right now, it’s still happening.
 
You might as well make the most of it.

Soon, Liam was asleep and she heard his
rhythmic breathing as the pressure from his arms slackened a bit.
 
He was blissfully unaware of her plight,
of her confusion and the thoughts rapidly cycling through her mind.

But not long after, Grace began to drift
off as well.
 
She was tired from a
long day of work, not to mention a hot night of passion.

Her eyes closed.

And as she finally drifted off, her lips
made a faint, faint smile.

***

Grace awoke first, her eyes snapping open
and seeing the alarm clock beside the bed.
 
It read 7:45 a.m.
 
Liam had
turned over sometime during the night and now his back was to her.
 

She sat up on her elbow and looked at
him.
 

His back was expanding and contracting as
he breathed evenly, peaceful, the way only someone with his looks and money
could sleep at this time of day.
 

She was trained to wake up early from
years of getting up for work, school, activities that couldn’t be foisted onto
some nanny, or some hired help.
 
And
so even though she was tired and groggy and hung over, Grace was awake.

Meanwhile, the young prince slept soundly
in his king-sized bed, in his personal suite within the castle walls.

Grace felt every bit the servant girl
who’d been invited up for a bit of naughtiness, and now she had to scurry back
to her position in the bowels of the castle.
 
Except, of course, for the fact that she
didn’t even work in the castle.

She had no job, no position.
 
She was unemployed.