Page 12 of Lethal Lover

“Oh, fuck, yes…” she screams out, her body going tense before collapsing forward against the couch cushions. The twitches and spasms of her climax linger, like waves crashing over her body, until she’s limp and whimpering. I withdraw, my cock soaked in her juices and my precum. Her ass cheeks are red from my slaps, and I smirk as I tap her ass cheek with my girth. “Condom,” she squeaks out, but I have none.

“I have a better idea,” I tell her as I walk around the end of the couch. She’s draped over the back at the perfect height for me, and I tip her chin up. Those rosy-red lips are supple and soft, and I want my cock buried between them.

“Oh, God, Liam, I’ve never…” Her rebuttal is met with my dick smearing her moisture all over her face. Her cheeks and lips glisten, and she pulls away, but I hold her head still.

“Don’t you think I know what I’m doing?” I ask, and as she opens her mouth to protest, I slide in.

“Suck it, baby.” I guide her head by a fistful of hair, thrusting forward as she tries to suck. Her whimpers are followed by gags, and when her throat constricts around my head, I shudder. It’s so tight, so incredibly hot, I can’t contain myself. “That’s it. Oh, God, baby. You’re gonna suck me off good.” I continue thrusting.

“Mmmph,” is all she manages to mumble around my cock as she gags and sucks at the same time. She does so well, and I’m vaguely aware of a grunt escaping me as my balls draw up, my hand still in her hair. She pushes me to the edge until I can’t hold back at all. I pull out and replace her sucking with my stroking asmy cock unloads strings of sticky cum all over her face. She gasps and blinks, pressing against my thighs as my juices coat her skin.

“Good girl,” I praise her as I ease off. “Now, lick it clean, and not a drop is allowed to escape that pretty mouth.” She obeys without question. I sit back and watch her do as she’s told, her eyes glazed over with lust and submission. I want this again, and I want to tap her ass next, and based on the way she’s looking at me and the fact that the alcohol has likely kicked in now, she wants it too.

I force her head backward and use my thumb to wipe a bit of cum off her face as I say, “Give me ten minutes and we’ll go again.”

Elena blinks at me and nods, biting her lower lip. Fuck, I love this woman so much, or maybe I love the way she makes me feel. Isn’t it the same thing?

8

ELENA

My body still feels like it took a pounding when I wake, reaching for where Liam fell asleep. But the bed is cold and he isn’t with me. I listen for a few minutes, hoping to hear him in the kitchen cooking for me, but the apartment is silent. Only the sound of the squeaky innerspring of this pullout sofa mattress. I was horribly ashamed when in our drunken state I had to explain to Liam that I don’t have a bed. He’s a gazillionaire, and this dumpy little apartment has no room for an actual bed.

Yawning, I turn over to pick up my phone from the end table and find a nice note from him. He enjoyed last night a lot and wants to do it again tonight. I’m sure he means the sex—which was incredible. I give myself good orgasms sometimes, but fuck, if that wasn’t the most amazing night I’ve ever had. Liam can do things to my body I never knew were possible, and he wore me out. Sex four times in one night on my first go may not have been the best idea.

I set the note aside and pick up my phone. There’s no way tonight will work, anyway. After being up until the wee hours ofthe morning, I’m exhausted. I have errands this morning, and I have to be at the theater by two. The show won’t be over until after ten, and by then I think I’ll be feeling the effects of tonight pretty hard. I’ll have to let him down easily. My body needs rest.

As I stretch, I unlock my phone and head straight to the news app. By now, the critics will have spoken about last night’s show and the verdict will be out. I’ve been following what they say about each show every Saturday morning since I got to the city, and it usually gives me a bit of anxious energy. Today, however, I’m feeling dread. I was awful and I know it. I forgot lines, clumsily tripped over things, and overall, I wasn’t prepared for being the understudy. I spent all my time memorizing my lines.

The reviews don’t surprise me one bit when the app finally loads. Kershner says I was “mediocre at best”, and his partner Williams hasn’t even left a review. Either he wasn’t there or he was so disappointed, he feels there is no point in even saying a thing. My vote is on the latter. I am disappointed.

I let the phone fall to my chest and my arms drop to my sides. Then I close my eyes and try to keep an open mind. It was tough for everyone last night. We only just heard about Nina’s accident moments before final prep began. There were three understudies in total since Trixie had to take my assigned role with me moving into Nina’s spot, and Trixie’s understudy flubbed everything too. None of the cast thought this would happen. It shouldn’t have happened.

Forcing myself up off the bed, I lay my phone back on the charger on the end table and slipped out of bed. The air’s cool, chilling my body so much my nipples get hard. I never sleep naked, but at whatever ungodly hour it was when we finally finished our romping and he pulled me into his chest to sleep, I was too drunk to care and too satiated to notice. Shivering, Ihead to the bathroom to relieve my bladder and find warmth in the steam of a hot shower.

Yesterday was a whirlwind. I woke up thinking the day would be quite normal, and by midafternoon, I was already stressed out. I’m glad Liam was there to help me shift my thinking and finish the show, and I couldn’t have asked for a better ending to such a rough day. I turn on the shower water and step in, focusing on how today can be better than yesterday.

The warmth slowly seeps into my bones as I wash my body and shampoo my hair. I close my eyes and remember how amazing being with Liam felt, even as the soap runs across my torn skin and causes it to burn and sting. I have no measuring stick to gauge whether Liam’s dick is above average, but he felt massive and my poor pelvis is feeling the effects of it. I was shocked by how much blood there was when that first round was done, but it didn’t stop me from begging for it again and again.

I have zero regrets, either, even when the soap makes me wince and grimace. I’ll heal in a few days, but I’ll always have the memories of last night. All of them—the good ones and the bad ones, and ones I wish never happened.

Nina should be at the theater, not laid up in a hospital bed. I wonder what Warren found out when the guys went there last night. I was so worried about the play critics’ reviews, I didn’t even check my messages. Liam said we could go to the hospital today, but since he’s gone, I guess that’s out. I will have to go by myself, but I don’t mind. He doesn’t know her anyway, and it would only be uncomfortable for her.

After finishing in the shower, I shut the water off and dry my skin, then wrap my hair up in the towel. I shiver all the way to my makeshift dresser, which is really a buffet I picked up at aflea market. The rest of my apartment is spic and span, but this little buffet looks like a teenage boy’s bedroom. I just shove all my clothes in here without folding them, which makes it more difficult to find what I need right now when I’m cold and my hands are shaking.

I manage to get an outfit on, and the air conditioning doesn’t seem quite so bad as I dry my hair and brush it. I don’t like going out in public without my hair done, but if I style it now, I have to wash it again before this evening so my hair and makeup crew don’t have to mess with hair product or strange crimps in my hair from a rubber band or hair clip. When I’m ready, I snag my shoulder bag, shove my phone into it, and head out.

As I sit on the train heading north toward the hospital, I flick through my messages. Warren sent several chiding me for not going with the group last night, though from the looks of it, they sat there and worried themselves into exhaustion, then went home without answers, anyway. I made the right choice, and he’s steamed, and I don’t really care that much. My evening went exactly how it should have gone, and I think I’m actually falling in love with Liam.

The train stops at my station, and I head up to the sidewalk. Hundreds of people walk along with me, most of them looking ahead and not talking, but a few have their phones out and a few have headphones or earbuds. It’s very different from the Midwest where everyone says good morning or good evening. I feel like an outsider, and maybe I am. I don’t ever want to become cold and stodgy like these people.

Inside the hospital is different. I’m immediately greeted by polite staff at the welcome desk. An elderly man smiles up at me. He wears a bright blue vest with a name tag that tells me his name is Burt.

“Hi, Burt. I need a room number. I’m here to visit a friend.” I lean on the counter, resting my forearm there as I keep hold of my bag with my other hand.

“Let’s see…” He starts typing on his computer and then looks up at me. “Name?”

“Nina Byler.” I press my lips together and wait patiently as he pulls up the information.

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