Shameless, page 3
While he told her about his friend Davi, and the so-called challenge, she pushed a pile of towels aside and scooted up onto the counter. He finished talking and stood there, staring at her with his beautiful, light green eyes.
“You want me to pretend to be into you, just so you can win a bet?”
He moved away from the door, coming close enough to touch her thigh. The spicy sent of his aftershave made her heart pound. “That’s right.” He glided his thumb across the curve of her calf.
“That’s kind of lame.” She tipped up her chin and looked down at him. “You know that, right?”
He pushed her knees apart then stepped between her thighs. “We’re both pretending to be someone we’re not. We might as well have fun with it.”
She felt the hardness of his hip bones press against the inside of her thighs. “Maybe I’m just practising my accent. You should be proud of me for doing such an awesome job. I have everyone convinced.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t think you’re just practising.”
“No? You know me that well? We only met a couple times.”
“But we talked a lot. I remember you.” He touched her jaw with his thumb. Heat from his fingertip ran down her neck.
But all they’d done was talk. If he’d wanted her then he would’ve said so. “You’re acting like you don’t speak English at all. That’s worse than me practising my accent.”
“First off, that isn’t what you were doing and we both know it.” He pressed his thumb across her lips. “So stop saying that. Second, it’s not the same. I have a reason.” He dropped his hand.
“You mean the bet.” But she kept wondering whether he was undercover and worried she’d blow it. If only she could remember what kind of cop he’d said he was. Did all kinds go undercover?
“That’s right.”
The truth was that she didn’t care so much why he wanted her to do it. She wanted to spend the night being into him. She just wasn’t going to be pretending, but he didn’t need to know that.
Liam led her into the middle of the room, right into the centre of the dancing mob. The heavy thumping of the bass rocked around them. She let go of his hand and circled him, swaying her hips to the music booming off the walls and thrumming through the air. She smiled. He smiled back. Then she lifted her arms and dropped her head. Her thick hair fell down and swung across her shoulders.
He’d only wanted to prove Davi wrong but now he was realising he’d proven the man right—Liam needed to get out more. He should’ve been able to handle watching a woman dance but his cock was already getting hard and he hadn’t even touched her. But the woman brushing against him wasn’t just any woman—it was the one who’d been at the centre of his dirty daydreams for a couple of really long weeks. And now he realised the memory of her had been fizzling in the back of his mind for months.
She moved around him, curving her arms through the air, arching her back and rotating her hips. He wrapped his hands around her waist. She laughed and twisted away. He grabbed her again and yanked her close enough to talk.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, keeping her a few inches away.
She leant back, forcing her hips to shift forward. “I thought you didn’t speak English.”
Her pelvic bone was pressing against his thigh. “I need an answer.” Now.
“No. I don’t.” Then she spun away again.
Thank God. No boyfriend.
That didn’t change the fact that she was pretending, just because he’d asked her to. Liam went along with her cat and mouse game, reaching for her then feeling her soft body as she slipped away from him. He wasn’t a great dancer, but he wasn’t terrible either so he just followed her motions and soaked in the view of her sexy body wrapped in plain clothes. On a different woman they might have looked boring, but on her the basic outfit made her even hotter.
The music rolled around them, the bass thumping the floor. The crowd dancing in the suite was a mixture of couples and groups, all caught up in the craziness of a party in one of DC’s most exclusive hotels. Liam scanned the gyrating mob until he spotted Davi, dancing in a circle of admiring females. The guy could move, no doubt about it. But Liam preferred to have the focus of one beautiful woman rather than be the centre of attention in a circle of several who were really just trying to get the attention of someone else. Davi didn’t care why the women were pawing all over him—he soaked up all the admiration he could get.
Liam caught his friend’s eye and nodded to Jenn. Jenn must have seen the exchange because she chose that exact second to shimmy up to Liam and rub her breasts across his chest. She turned her head and winked, letting Liam know the sexy move was for Davi’s benefit. Liam forced an easy smile and winked back. If only it wasn’t an act.
The next songs passed in a blur. Half the time he was reaching for her, the other half she was either grinding herself against him or taunting him by skimming her hands across her own body. Too soon, the crowd had thinned and the party was winding down. Liam knew there would be some who’d stay all night, but he couldn’t justify asking Jenn to stay any longer. Especially not for such a ridiculous reason.
He grabbed her, kissed her firmly, then pushed her away. “Meet me by the elevator. I’ll walk you down. Just give me a minute to tell Davi we’re leaving.”
Jenn waited for him by the elevator where she was surrounded by people exchanging numbers and making last-minute plans. Liam slipped through the crowd and came to her. “I told Davi the truth, about us already knowing each other.”
She forced herself to accept that her night was over. “That was honest of you.”
“Now he feels bad about being a competitive jerk. He wants to take us out to eat.”
She wanted Liam to wrap his arm behind her back or at least take her hand but he didn’t. That told her everything she needed to know. “I can’t. Sorry.”
“Okay, sure. No problem.” He stepped back and she felt the distance between their bodies. “Well, thanks for going along with a ridiculous request.”
“Sure. It was…fun.”
He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. The night had to end eventually, she told herself as she watched him walk back to the suite. She turned around and pressed the down button.
Chapter Three
At home, Jenn reread what she’d written for the post so far and realised it was totally tame. Especially for Capitol Girl. She took her laptop to bed, climbed in, and started writing. Kitty had told her not to worry about it being realistic—her readers wanted over the top scenarios that were fun to read. Thanks to Liam, the words came easily.
‘I yanked my gaze away from the bulge in his zipper and shot to my feet. My nipples brushed his chest, he stood that close. He grabbed my left arm and tugged me along behind him, away from the row of plastic chairs. I looked back at Carrie and she nodded her approval.
My black flip-flops, still dusted with beach sand, scuffed across the linoleum floor as I scooted past a Coke machine. The bright front of the pop machine was lighting up the narrow hall that ended right before a small cell. He circled around behind me and I could feel the heat of his body and the weight of his muscles.
I looked over my shoulder. “No need to lock me up. I’ll be happy to comply with…whatever…”
He swallowed hard and gestured to the cell. “I understand. Step inside.”
Before going in, I took a small step back, making sure my ass brushed against his cock. The cell was no joke. The bars pierced the concrete floor and the door had some kind of computerised lock. There was a cot bolted to the wall. No windows.
“I know you want to take care of things here,” he said, pointing to the cot. “Let’s see if we can make it as pleasant as possible.”
Pleasant? That was the last thing I wanted. I wanted a down and dirty fuck right there on the cot. Or on the floor. Or against the concrete wall. I didn’t care much where we did it as long as I got to feel his big cock inside me.
I swayed, partly from lust and partly from anxiety, and stumbled my way to the cot. I was beginning to think I’d read him wrong and I was actually in some serious trouble. There was only one way to find out. I put my hands under my breasts and shoved them upward. “What can I do to make this pleasant for you, officer?”
“That’s a good start.” He dropped one of his hands to his crotch and stroked himself through his dark blue pants. “But I’d rather have your hands on me.”
If I was going to get self-conscious, that would’ve been the time, but I’m an all-in kind of girl. So I spread my legs and pointed to the floor in front of me. “Come on over here, then.” Once he was in front of me, I finally got to start on those buttons. I worked my way down his shirt, pausing at each button before releasing it with a quick tug. Even though I was watching his face, we never made eye contact because he never looked into my eyes. He was too busy staring down my shirt, which was totally fine by me. I like it when guys I think are hot stare at my tits. After I tugged the tails of his shirt out of his pants, I went after his belt.
He eased my hands away. “Take off your shirt. I’ll take care of that.”
Gladly. I whipped off my shirt, tossed it to the floor and arched my back to show off the effects of my bright pink demi-cup bra. The cups forced my breasts up high, right into his line of vision. After he got done with unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, he caressed the top swells with his thumbs. My nipples tightened into points so hard they were visible through the bright satin fabric.
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”
It wasn’t a particularly original line but I didn’t care one bit. I lowered his zipper, pushed down his pants, then grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs. “You want me to be bad with you, don’t you, officer?”
“That’s right, and you can start by sucking my cock.”
“Yes, sir.” I pulled the waistband down, leant forward, then did my best to swallow him whole.
I love the feel of smooth, hard flesh pressed against my tongue and his dick did not disappoint. He was already rock hard and stiff enough to slide quickly in and out of my mouth. I took my time, wetting his whole shaft with my tongue, licking and sucking on his hot skin. As soon as his cock was totally slick, I wrapped my lips around him and started gliding him between my lips as fast as I could. Once he was moving to my rhythm, I took his balls in my hands and cupped them.
He thrust forward and grunted. “Don’t be too gentle.”
I moved his sac deeper into my palms and squeezed. He grunted again and rocked into me, fucking my mouth with the kind of quick, efficient thrusts I love. While I kept at it, he managed to kick off his shoes, pants and briefs then shrugged off his shirt. His undershirt, the only thing he had left on, smelt fresh, like detergent. His skin smelt like man.
“Take off your panties.”
I pulled my mouth free just long enough to say, “I’m not wearing any.” Then I slid his cock across my tongue, moving him all the way in.
Still pumping into me, he reached behind me to grab the brace holding the cot to the wall. “Pull your skirt up.”
Good idea. My skirt was so short it took only the quick tug of one hand to get it up over my bare ass. My pussy was dripping wet and my clit was so stiff just the brush of air made my nerve endings pulse. I arched my back and wiggled my hips, trying to get just the tiniest bit of pressure between my legs. But I wasn’t about to give up the pleasure of sucking the cop’s fantastic cock.
He shifted his feet to pull his socks off by stepping on the toes of each and pulling his foot away. Then he lifted one leg and set his foot on the cot between my legs. “Lift that sexy ass for me.”
I did as he’d said. He slid his foot so his toes were under my ass and said, “Sit.” I sat. Then I nearly lost it when his ankle bone brushed against my clit. The next few seconds were a combination of me trying to rub my clit against his ankle bone and him pumping his cock into my mouth. The stop-start, hit-and-miss combination made me even more desperate to get what I wanted. While I worked my hips, I kept my mouth open for him to fuck. I came in a quick, hard rush. He came in my mouth and I did my best to suck him dry, swallowing his hot, salty cum in greedy gulps. The last tight circles of my orgasm spun through me as I licked him.
“You are a bad girl,” he said, drawing his cock away and smiling down at me as I wiped the traces of jizz from my swollen lips.
I tugged down my skirt as I stood up then gave him a kiss on the mouth. “I’ll be bad with a man like you anytime, officer.” I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on as I rushed down the hall. I waved at Carrie and darted out of the door.
“Was it good?” Carrie asked as soon as we were back in the car.
My nipples were still hard and my pussy was still pulsing from that fierce orgasm. I smiled wickedly. “What do you think?”
And that, dear readers, is how to get out of a speeding ticket.’
Jenn hit send. Thank God nobody was going to know that was her.
* * * *
Liam poured himself another coffee, dropped himself onto the couch then picked up his laptop. He typed in the link for the Capitol Girl blog and waited. He hadn’t been a completely faithful reader of the notorious blog, but after last night he was thinking that might have to change. Sexual tension clung to him like a second skin. One night with Jenn was not enough. Not by a long shot. If he got lucky, this weekend’s Capitol Girl post would be especially hot and give him something to fantasise about while he jacked off in the shower.
The link opened and the new post loaded. By the time he’d read the first couple of paragraphs, his heart was thumping and his dick was getting hard. He kept reading, getting more horny and desperate by the second. He read until the end.
Damn he’d been stupid. And he’d made the same mistake twice—that wasn’t like him.
* * * *
“You didn’t tell him you weren’t pretending? What’s wrong with you?”
Jenn pulled over the tall stool behind the reception desk and dropped herself onto it. “I don’t know. I guess I thought he’d figure it out.”
“He’s a guy, Jenn. Of course he didn’t just figure it out.”
“There isn’t anything I can do about it now.”
Emily frowned. “You didn’t save his phone number from last spring?”
“Nope.” Jenn did her best to convince Emily that she was glad, that it really was a one-night thing and that she was all right with it.
“Okay, you don’t want to talk about it. I don’t blame you. But at least you have the memories.”
The pit of Jenn’s stomach turned hard. She didn’t want memories. She wanted Liam.
“Your blog post was smokin’ hot, by the way. You should do one every month.”
Jenn nodded, even though she had no intention of writing another post. Her brain was still spinning from the images of her pretend cop coming in her mouth. And the memories of teasing Liam while she’d danced and twisting away when he’d tried to grab her were making her pussy wet. If she did another post, the two would merge for sure and she’d obviously be writing about fucking Liam. But she didn’t just want the sex. She wanted him.
Emily checked her phone. “Gotta go. I have that report to finish. Send me a text later or something.” She waved over her shoulder as she headed out to the street.
Liam shoved through the hotel doors and headed straight to the reception desk. “Hi, I’m here to check in.”
Jenn looked up from the computer screen, a customer-friendly smile lingering on her mouth. When their gazes connected, her mouth fell. “Oh, um hi.”
“I made a reservation online.” When she didn’t say anything in response, he added, “It’s under Wallace.”
“Right. Sure.” She started clicking on the keyboard. He handed over his credit card and waited. As usual, she was wearing a plain sweater—light blue this time. He admired her breasts while she pulled a key from the stack on the desk, ran it through the coder then put it beside his credit card.
“I need two.”
She avoided looking at him as she scanned another card and set it on the counter. He took back his credit card and pushed the second key card towards her. He pulled his handcuffs from his back pocket and set them on the counter. “Bring these with you when you come up. We’ll need them.”
* * * *
Jenn didn’t even consider not going up to the room. She wanted him and he wanted her. She’d worry about what happened next, later. So the second her shift ended at eleven, she grabbed her bag and headed up. She scanned her key card and slipped into the quiet room. All evening, her mind had been conjuring up images of what might be waiting for her inside the room. None of them matched the reality of what was waiting for her on the bed. A note.
Come to the roof. Bring the handcuffs. L.
The door to the roof was at the end of the hall. One flight up and she was there.
He was sitting in one of two lawn chairs, the back of his dark head illuminated by the lights from the surrounding buildings. Without giving herself a chance to start having second thoughts, she went over and took the seat beside him. He was wearing the room’s robe, the bright terry cloth crisp against the dark night. He grinned when he spotted her glancing at his bare legs—the smile a slash of white teeth and wickedness. All around them, the city was alive. Cars and buses criss-crossing below and people on foot, walking slowly or rushing along, dodging through the occasional cluster stopped on the sidewalk. The combination of the heat rising inside her from being near him and the vibrations of the city night made her heart skitter.
His smile dropped and he said, “There’s something I should’ve told you the other night.”
Jenn pulled the handcuffs out of her bag and held them out. “Tell me later.”
He stood, shrugging as he did to let the robe fall into the chair. The muscles of his lean body were even more defined than she’d imagined. His biceps bunched when he grabbed her elbows and pulled her out of the chair. Their bodies collided. As she skimmed her hands across his back, moving slowly over the hard curves of his muscles, she breathed in the musky scent of his skin. It was a breath of masculine perfection. While pushing her backwards, he pressed his warm mouth to hers and immediately invaded. She eagerly parted her lips and welcomed the deep dip of his tongue.
