Bayou Stix Series: Bayou Stix Limited Edition Box Set (90 page)

Without conscious thought, I’m reaching out and my hand is lightly trailing over Liam’s ripped abs. As my fingers trace the “V”, a gruff voice says, “Why are women so fascinated with that spot?”

Damn, I’m caught red handed. Looking up, I meet sleepy blue eyes, but they’re twinkling. I smirk. “My bad. Sorry, your male perfection was just too much for me.” Leaning down, I kiss his stomach and his body jerks. I chuckle. “And because it’s perfection. Not every man has the ‘V’, so for the ones who do and when they look like this… It makes smart girls stupid.” I wink.

He laughs. “Yeah, well you are welcome to explore it and every other part of me whenever you want to. However, since I’m not allowed to sink my very hard, very willing dick into your sweet, softness… don’t touch there.”

I’ve never been spoken to like that before. It’s so hot. It’s dirty, but not degrading. I feel moisture flood between my thighs.

Suddenly, I very much want to pleasure him like he pleasured me yesterday. I’m not very good at it, and I’ve never really enjoyed it, but I really want to with Liam.

Smiling shyly at him, I run my nails up and down his stomach and stop where the sheet lays over his hips. I can see it tenting.

He’s watching me with bated breath. My hand slips under the sheet and grazes over the hardness contained by his boxers. He inhales.

Chancing a glance at him, I see him biting his bottom lip and he puts his hands behind his head and locks them. My brow raises in a silent question.

He exhales and says, “This is your show. I’m not touching you. Though, I’m telling you I can only take so much, Clove…”

Did he just give me free reign to explore!? Oh, goody. I’m not sure what to do though. I don’t want to do it wrong…

I’m chewing on my lip as I try to decide where I want to start. He says, “Hey, look at me.” I do. “You don’t have to do anything, Clove. I’ll never pressure you for anything, ok?”

My heart accelerates. I know he won’t, and that’s even more reason that I
want
to do it. I let out the breath I was holding and look at him through my lashes. I feel my cheeks darken with my confession. “I know that, Liam. I want to… I want to pleasure you like you pleasured me. Only- only, um, I’m not that experienced. I mean I’ve done it, but… well, I’m not that good.”

He looks at me in shock. “What?”

I smile in embarrassment. “I’m not that good.”

He clicks his tongue and mutters at the ceiling. “She’s not that good?! What the hell is she talking about?”

He’s talking to the ceiling… Should I ask him what he likes? Should I just start? I don’t want to do it wrong. Ugh…

“I don’t want to do it wrong. Will you- will you help me? Tell me what you want. What you like?” I’m mortified, but I so want to do this.

He bangs his head against the pillows and then looks at me incredulously. “Um, you can’t really do anything wrong, Clove.”

The whole time I’ve been debating with myself about my next move, I’ve been running my nails over his stomach. From his pecs to his “V”. He’s shivering and jerking. With each downward swipe, I go a little lower. Finally, I’m at the band of his boxers. Pulling the sheet down, I lean over and breathe onto his rigid member, through the fabric. He throws his arm over his eyes and groans.

I stop. He shakes his head and says through gritted teeth, “No, that’s good.”

I decide to lick him through the boxers, like he did to my nipples. Once the fabric is moist, he’s extremely hard. Reaching out, I slip my hand under the band and encircle him. He moans loudly as I grasp him firmly. I smile.

Deciding to take charge, I start slowly moving my hand, it’s velvet smooth and silky, but it’s pulling some. I decide to use my mouth to wet it some to help with the friction. I’m thinking brush burn on there would be really uncomfortable.

My right hand is still stroking him softly and my left hand pulls on the boxers. He lifts his hips and allows me to remove the annoying obstacle. I take him in. Even his penis is beautiful. Who the hell says that about a penis?!

It’s smooth and holy shit, is it hard. It fills my small hands. Peeking up at him, I see his face covered by his arm and he’s really holding onto the headboard with the other hand.

Focusing back on him, I lean down and lick the tip. His hips jerk and his breath hisses out. I take that as encouragement and open my mouth and take a bit in. It doesn’t feel horrible. In fact, I like the smoothness against my tongue. He has a very distinctive taste as well, it’s slightly salty, but has a tiny hint of sweetness. Moving my head, I start to suckle him. I find myself moaning as I do at the unexpected pleasure I’m receiving. Soon enough, I’m almost at the base and I find that if I relax my tongue, he can slide into my throat and it doesn’t make me gag.

He’s moaning and slowly thrusting into my mouth as I suck him. My hands are squeezing his ass and hips and then one hand is gliding on his slippery shaft as my mouth nibbles, sucks, and nips.

Focusing on a soft suction and then taking it almost all the way out before taking him deep again has me so turned on. He’s moaning and groaning and I am so pleased with myself. If his moans and gasps are any indication, I am giving a pretty decent blow job. I decide to try something I read in a smut book once and flick my nails across his balls as I suck. His moans tell me that book was oh so right.

My thighs are drenched and I’m just as turned on as he is. I am going to need some relief soon. Am I going to let him go in my mouth? I’m not sure about that. His gasps have me so horny.

He uses his hands to pull me up. My frustrated moan makes him smile. “Hey, I was enjoying that.”

His chest rumbles. “I was, too. Too much. I don’t want to choke you. I’m about to blow, Clove.”

His hand reaches down and grasps his shimmering cock. It’s magnificent. I reach out and touch his hands. He looks at me and I lick my lips. “Let me. I want to. Show me how to do it.”

He moves his hand and mine encircles him. He groans as I start sliding my hand up and down his shaft. Leaning back, he thrusts into my hand and groans slight instructions, “A little harder… Not to hard… More pressure. Like that. Oh God, Clove. Like that.”

My vagina is on fire. I need an orgasm. But I’m determined to make Liam cum. I want to know I did this. I need to know that he found release because of me. He’s grunting and staring at my hand on him. My pace quickens with my own desire. He groans out, “Fuck. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Clove, don’t stop…” and his warm seed spurts out onto my hand, the sheets, and his stomach and thighs. He jerks a few more times and looks at me with slightly pink cheeks.

My hand is covered in semen and I have the urge to taste him. I’ve never wanted that before, but I have to know what he tastes like. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I lick. His eyes are huge as they watch me. It’s earthy and salty. It’s not nasty at all.

I lick my fingers clean and swallow. He watches me in awe.

“Holy shit, Clove. That is so fucking hot.” Grabbing me, he drags me over and kisses me. His mouth sweeps all through mine and he nibbles on my lips. I’m so horny. If I don’t cum soon, I’m going to combust.

As if he reads my mind, he slips a hand under my panties and strokes me. One finger slides right into my soaked channel as another rubs circles on my engorged nub. I’m moaning into his mouth and he matches his tongue thrusts to his finger. Within literally seconds, I’m shattering with my orgasm. His fingers are being squeezed and he keeps fingering me until the quivering down below stops.

Removing his hand, he slips it between us and licks his fingers from tip to knuckle. I shudder at the sensuality.

Slumping back, he lets me fall onto the pillows. Cracking my eyelids open, I see him staring at me. “What?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Nothing. You are just a surprise, that’s all.”

“How so?” I ask. I really want to know.

“I don’t know. You just are.”

I frown. He chuckles and pulls me up before kissing my mouth softly. “Come on. We need to shower.” He stands up and stretches. Looking down, he smirks. “I’m covered in cum… Again. And you need to be clean for your appointment.” He looks at me in a joking challenge. “You showering with me?”

Leaning down, I kiss the tip of his dick. He steps back in shock. Chuckling, I whip my top off and let my panties pool on the floor. I’m nude in front of him and he’s just staring at me. He stops at my thighs and I can tell he sees the moisture there.

Crooking my finger, I whisper, “Come on, big boy. You invited me to shower and now you’re just going to stand there? Naked and gorgeous? Bring your fine ass into the bathroom.” I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on as I call over my shoulder, “Or just stand there looking hot and messy.”

He throws back his head and laughs. “You are too much, girl. Damned if I don’t like it.”

We shower and touch and tease. By the time we get out, the water is cold, but we’re both flushed.

I head upstairs to get dressed as he gets ready downstairs. A bit later, we meet in the kitchen. I walk in and he’s sitting there talking to Dade. I take them both in. The sexy man of my dreams and the man who’s my protector and has always been my hero, my big brother. I’m so lucky.

Dade looks up and catches me watching them. He smiles. I see the question in his eyes. I shake my head at him and smile. He smiles back.

As I make my tea, I hear their conversation. Jude and Lexi are supposed to be back from their honeymoon later today and the band is meeting to talk about the upcoming tour tomorrow. They need to fill Jude in on what’s been happening since he’s been off with his bride.

I let them talk and sit down to drink my tea and eat a scone and some fruit.

Liam leaves the kitchen after stopping to kiss me, in front of Dade. Dade is staring at me. I stare back.

He chuckles and says, “So, baby sister… how’s life?”

Sticking my tongue out at him, I laugh. “Life is good. How about you?”

He laughs again. “You’re happy, baby girl. I like to see you like this. You’ve had me worried these past few months.”

Reaching for his hand, I answer him. “I
am
happy, Dade. Liam makes me happy. It’s just scary, too. He’s- well he’s Liam. It’s weird. I’ve been into him for a long time, but he seems to like me too. I think this is good. I just don’t want him to wake up and realize he doesn’t want to deal with me and a baby and everything, you know. It’s not his responsibility…”

Dade is silent for a long time. Finally, he smiles. “I know that. It is scary. It’s scary for him too, Clove. I know him. He doesn’t do this.” I frown. “But, he wants to do it with you. He’s tired of being Liam the rocker who fucks slutty groupies.” My brows raise at his language. Not that I’m shocked at it, I’m just surprised he’s talking like this in front of me. He laughs. “He wants to do this. He knows you. He knows you’re a package deal. He also knows I’ll kill him if he fucks up.” He raises my hand and kisses it. “He knows all that and he still makes you scream in my house.”

My face floods with color.
Son of a bitch… Really, Dade?

He laughs heartily. “So because of all that… I trust him, I trust him with the thing that means the most to me in the world. I trust him with you, Clove.”

My eyes fill with tears. Damn hormones. Leaning over, I kiss his cheek. “I love you, Dade.”

He chuckles and squeezes my hand. “I love you too, baby girl.”

Liam finds us like this in the kitchen a few minutes later.

We spend a few more minutes with Dade and then head to my appointment with Dr. Bird. I’m nervous and excited!

In the car on the way over, I fill Liam in about this being my first actual appointment with Dr. Bird. He holds my hand and my life feels like I’m on track for the first time in a really long time.

I haven’t been to the office before, so I have mountains of paperwork to fill out and as I do it, Liam looks around at the brochures and all the pregnant women filling the waiting room.

I think a few recognize him, but no one says anything, they all just check us out from the corner of their eyes and play on their phones. I’m sure they’re curious.

Finally, it’s my turn. The door opens and a pretty nurse calls my name. “Ms. Rodrigue.” I stand up and Liam looks at me, I ask, “Are you coming back?”

His face shows his hesitation. I say, “You don’t have to. You can wait here if you want to.” My voice falls at the end. I guess I really wanted him to come back with me.

He nods at me. “You want me to come back? That’s ok? I can go back there?”

Smiling at him in appreciation, the nurse nods at him. “Of course you can.”

He stands up and I hear two women sigh.
Ha, I know. I do that too, ladies!

He doesn’t even notice, as he takes my hand and we follow the nurse back. She settles Liam into my exam room, asks me to pee into a cup, and then I have to be weighed. I’ve only gained like two pounds so far. She asks me when my last cycle was and uses a chart to find my due date. It’s August twenty-seventh. My baby will be here on August twenty-seventh.

We talk about pre-natal vitamins, she makes some recommendations, and then I’m ushered into the room and handed a paper gown. She tells me to get undressed with the opening to the front and have a seat on the table; that Dr. Bird will be in shortly. Once the door closes, I take the paper gown and change in the corner. Liam watches me.

I tell him that the due date is August twenty-seventh and he looks at me in shock. His face goes white. Walking across the room, I take his hands. They’re cold. “What’s wrong? What? What happened?”

He shakes his head and then smiles. “Nothing is wrong. That was John’s birthday. The baby is due on my brother’s birthday.”

My eyes fill with tears and I get all choked up. That’s amazing.

We talk quietly as we wait and in no time, there’s a knock at the door. It opens and a very pretty blonde walks in. She can’t be that much older than Liam.

Holding out her hand, to me, she says, “Hello, Ms. Rodrigue. I’m Melonie Bird. I apologize that I was unable to see you when you were hospitalized, but I hear that Dr. Bush took great care of you. Have you passed the stone? Are you having any issues?”