Page 33 of In a Pickle

“Fuck,” James cried again. “So wet for me. So perfect.” He pumped his finger slowly in and out, and Liana brought her hand to her mouth to muffle a cry. She was certain nothing had ever felt as good as this man’s touch.

“You’re perfect, Liana. So fucking beautiful. Everything about you.” He added another finger.

She groaned, and he added his thumb to the mix, rubbing her clit softly to start. Then, with her whimpers of encouragement, he added more pressure. Liana bucked wildly, unable to keep kissing him with any sort of technique as she gave in to the pleasure. Stars bloomed behind her eyes when she shut them tight, but he stroked his other thumb over her closed eyelids, murmuring, “Look at me, Liana. I want you to look at me as you come.”

He was rubbing her with rough circles now, his finger still pumping in and out, and she was riding his hand wildly, any shame or embarrassment long abandoned. She cried out, pressing her teeth softly to his shoulder to try to stifle her sounds. James seemed as equally turned on, letting out hisses and moans at every sound she made, every buck of her hips.

Liana could feel her orgasm getting closer, and as if James could sense it, his fingers moved faster as his thumb continued to rub her clit relentlessly. Suddenly, he curled his fingers insideher, hitting just the right spot as his eyes regarded her with pure adoration and lust. Liana’s release crashed over her. Crying out, she rode out each wave of pleasure as James’ fingers continued touching all the right places.

Finally, when the waves subsided, Liana took a deep breath. James pulled his fingers out of her slowly, and then lazily brought them to his mouth. He sucked them, and Liana groaned. “So perfect,” James said again.

Liana reached for his erection, desperate to give him the same pleasure he’d just given her, but he stopped her hand at his waistband.

“Today,” he said. “I promise. But not now.”

Liana’s cheeks reddened, and she quickly pulled her hand back, the first tinges of shame falling over her.

“Hey, hey,” he said quickly, as if sensing the direction her thoughts had turned. “I want you so badly.” He cupped her hand over his hard dick and pumped into her hand once for evidence. “Seriously, I want to fuck you until you can’t see straight. And I will as soon as we get home. I promise. Just not here. I need to take my time with you. I can’t have our first time be here because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I want to spend hours making you scream my name. I don’t want to rush. Okay?” He rubbed soothing circles on the small of her back.

Shutting down the part of her mind that still thought James might not want her, Liana told herself to believe him. He’d given her no reason to doubt his attraction to her.

Liana nodded. “Okay. That looks uncomfortable, though.” She gestured at the hardness clearly visible through his pants. “Can’t I at least suck it a little?”

“Fuck!” He screamed, then gritted his teeth. “You’re making this really fucking difficult, Liana. I want your mouth on my dick so badly. But please, let’s get home first?”

“Okay.”

He exhaled. “Just — give me a minute.” He leaned one arm against the wall and looked down at the ground, clearly trying to get himself under control as Liana slid her clothes back on. Liana couldn’t help but feel a touch of amazement that she made this man — this sexy, beautiful, kind man — as affected as he clearly was.

After a long moment and several deep breaths, James appeared to have gathered himself again. “That was amazing,” he said, kissing her temple. “Thanks for letting me do that. I really wanted to since the second I saw you in those bleachers.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” Liana replied.For the best orgasm of my life, somehow,she thought, even though they’d barely started on the things she wanted to do with him.

“Oh, please. I’m the one who is grateful that I get to touch you,” said James. He took her hand, and they walked back toward the parking lot. “Seriously, the second we’re home, I’m locking us in my room and fucking you until you can’t remember your name.” She groaned. “We just have to make it home.”

Chapter 20: James

As it turned out, James did not get to sprint to his room and bury himself inside Liana the second they got home, as he’d been dreaming of doing for the entire car ride back to his apartment. As soon as they walked through the door, they were greeted by a distraught Kelsey, wailing that Harry the cat had diarrhea and had ruined the white cloud couch. Indeed, an unpleasant odor permeated from the living room, and a giant yellowish spot indicated Kelsey’s failed cleaning attempt.

“Where’s Harry now?” James asked.

“In the bathtub,” wailed Kelsey, disconsolate. “I tried to wash him, but… he got mad. I think he has probably destroyed the bathroom by now.”

James couldn’t believe his bad luck. Did he have to go be an adult right now, when he was finally seconds away from having Liana in his bed? Was the universe fucking with him?

Liana’s hand at his elbow steadied him. “Go check on Harry. I’ll clean in here.”

No, no, no. This was all wrong. He was supposed to be seducing this woman, not having her clean up cat shit. “Don’t do that. I’ll just go see him quickly and then I’ll be right back.” Without waiting for an answer, he sprinted to the bathroom, where he heard an unnatural clawing sound behind the door.Taking a deep breath, James opened the door. Kelsey nervously peeked in behind him.

Okay,he thought,this actually isn’t that bad. Sure, there were towels everywhere, toilet paper was strewn all across the floor, and Harry seemed to have left claw marks in the door, but at least there was no sign of diarrhea. James gathered Harry in his arms. He’d expected the cat to jump away, but to his surprise, Harry nestled into him and closed his eyes.

“Poor guy,” James cooed, stroking Harry’s head. “You just rest. Kelsey,” he said, turning to his roommate, “I’ve got this. You go and find Liana. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He found a baby wipe in the bathroom drawer and gently wiped Harry. Then he held the cat firmly in one arm while he used his free hand to try to clean the bathroom. He gathered the toilet paper roll, used a towel to rid the floor of water, and then threw the towels in the hamper. The whole time, Harry stayed asleep in his arms.

Satisfied with the state of the cat and the bathroom, James returned to the living room, where he found the couch slightly damp but otherwise perfectly white again. Not a trace remained of the earlier damage, and the room smelled of lemon. Kelsey still looked shell shocked as she sat on the armchair, head in hands.

“She’s a wizard,” Kelsey said, indicating Liana, who was wiping down the living room floor.

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