Page 19 of When It Rains He Pours

I felt the tingle in my stomach, growing and morphing as his speed picked up and his cock thickened inside me. A thin sheen of sweat coated his chest, making him sparkle in the soft light of the hotel room.

He looked like a Greek god with his muscles flexing and his hair falling into his eyes. It felt surreal to be in his arms, to feel him inside me. A few hours ago I didn't know him, I had no clue he even existed.

And in a blink of an eye, he had become my everything.

The tension of the day melted away as his fingers dug into the small of my back, holding me still as he fucked me.

His thick cock teased my walls, forcing my thighs to spread like butterfly wings as my pussy milked his length.

Unlocking his lips from mine, Liam suckled my tit, nibbling on the pebbled bead. Dragging his tongue across my chest, he bit the other nipple and rolled it between his teeth.

“Harder, harder, don't stop.” Goosebumps jumped off my skin as the orgasm took shape, forcing my stomach to clench. I was ready, standing on the edge of insanity and eagerly waiting to jump.

And as the orgasm swept in, stealing me away, a small piece of my soul broke off and claimed this man. He was no longer just an ordinary guy, he was my safety.

Thrusting his hips, he gave one last hard push, and stilled on his arms above me. His cock throbbed, jerking violently and pulsing its life blood into the thin skin separating us.

Rolling off me and onto his side, he slid the condom off and dropped it into the trash beside the bed. Laying his arm over my stomach, he pulled me into his chest. I felt him nuzzle his face into my hair, as his fingers tickled up and down over my spine.

He didn't speak, I didn't speak, and we both drifted off to sleep.

I didn't think about what we had done. I hadn't allowed my brain to use its rational side or tell me that I wasn't thinking this through. My body had been in charge, calling all the shots.

And as sleep came in and took hold, I didn't think about my gallery or what had happened. I didn't think about the stress I had been dealing with or the assholes who were trying to take it away from me.

Liam's arms held me close, they made me feel like I was untouchable, and that reality could never reach me.

For that one night, I was happy.

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Ifelt the warm sunon my face as a soft glow lit the back of my lids. Blinking my eyes open, I felt a surge of pain slam into my skull.

Clutching the sides of my forehead, I rubbed vigorously, trying to ward off the hangover before it hit me like a tsunami with no remorse.

The light stung my eyes as I opened them wider, searing my pupils like hot needles. Rolling over fast, I groaned, stuffing my face into the pillow.

Memories of the day before flooded my brain, and I shot up in the bed, raking my nails through my hair. Glancing around the room, I tried to piece together all the images flashing behind my eyes.

Liam's hotel room. . . I'm actually here.

In my drunken state and alcohol hangover, my first thought when I woke up was that it was all a dream. That we had parted ways after the bar and the rest was just my crazy imagination.

That was not the case.

Looking around, the bathroom door was open, but the light was off inside, and Liam was no where to be found.

“Liam?” I asked, calling out. No response.

The wide, open room, blended with a full kitchen, and a small nook, with a long beige couch. But he wasn't anywhere I could see.

Where is he?

Lifting a hand to Liam's pillow, I touched it gently, and felt that it was cold.

He's gone. He's been gone.

The room was dead silent, and all I could hear was my heart pounding inside my chest.

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