Penthouse of pleasure - uncertain desire (German Edition) (3 page)

What? No!

“That’s enough!”

„No, Liam, please!” My labia is swollen and my clitoris pounding. I need to be fucked right now. But Liam doesn’t continue. He buttons up his trousers with a grin on his face.

I get up. “What’s this all about?” I snap at him.

“That’s all you’re getting. I just wanted to give you a taste of what you’re missing!” He casually leans against the wall and studies me, clearly amused.

I moan with frustration and pull up my panties. “You prick!”

“Thank you. Any time.”

Christ, what a bastard. I’m about to burst. I‘m actually very close to storming back into the apartment and sleeping with Marcus or Alex. As long as I get laid. Liam still sports that complacent asshole grin and presses the button so the elevator continues down to the first floor.

I’ve somehow managed to leave this ludicrous weekend behind. After Liam drove me home in his snazzy black sports car, I said goodbye very coldly and didn’t ask him up. It would have been weird to invite him into Andrew’s apartment. Besides, I was still extremely miffed about his sexual rejection.

My needs still hadn’t been satisfied. My labia were still swollen and I decided to take the matter in hand myself.  But sadly that didn’t work either – I just couldn’t really let myself go. I kept thinking about Liam and his friends and Andrew kept popping up in my mind.

To distract myself I called everyone who had left birthday wishes on my voicemail. But I didn‘t tell them about Andrew’s letter and the break-up. I needed to deal with all that myself first, without well-meant advice. It was my way of dealing with problems.

Sunday morning I stayed in bed for ages. Eventually I managed to get up and fix myself some food. In a bad mood, I started to sort some of my stuff for my impending move. Suddenly overwhelmed with grief, I tried phoning Andrew, but he didn’t pick up. What a douche!

Today is Monday morning; I’m sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and my laptop reading the job listings. I’ve already e-mailed two applications, but I don’t hold my breath. Marketing jobs are in big demand and there are simply too many candidates. Affordable accommodation is also hard to find. Just as I’m about to enquire about a studio apartment, which nearly exceeds my budget even though it’s tiny, I hear the front door being unlocked.

Andrew?! I feel a little adrenalin hit, jump up and run over to the door.

“Oh! Hi, Katherine!”

I am face to face with Mrs. Harris, Andrew’s secretary. She’s carrying a small box with a photo frame peeping out. The watercolor I painted for Andrew as a Christmas present. Until recently it was still gracing his office wall. Now he no longer seems to want it.

“Hello,” I say stiffly.

“Listen,  Katherine, I’m really sorry,” mutters Mrs. Harris and hands me the box. “These are your personal things from the office. I’ll just quickly get some of Mr. Peters‘ files and go.”

I shake my head. I can’t let Mrs. Harris leave like that. “What exactly did Andrew tell you? What does everyone else at the office know?” I quiz her.

“I
had hoped you wouldn’t be in,” Mrs. Harris sighs. She’s clearly embarrassed. “Okay so, Mr. Peters told us that you had separated and he also told us about the baby.”

I stare at Mrs. Harris. “What baby?”

“Oh!” Mrs. Harris’s looks taken aback and tries to abscond to the study.

“Stop! Stay right here!” I roar. “What baby?”

“Didn’t he tell you?” Mrs. Harris looks at me with pity. “His girlfriend’s expecting. She’s four months pregnant!”

Wow, that really hit home. Andrew’s going to be a dad? And his girlfriend is already four month’s gone? And me, idiot that I am, hadn’t even noticed. It simply can’t be true!

I rush back into the kitchen and dial Andrew’s number again. I need that pathetic prick to tell me the truth himself!

I let the phone ring forever, but Andrea doesn’t answer. His voicemail doesn’t kick in either. What a coward! He’s presumably changed his number. Why else won’t he pick up his cell? I feel like taking Andrew’s place apart, like smashing everything around me. Let him move into the ruins with his girlfriend and the baby.

“I’ll be off, so!” Mrs. Harris’s graying head of curls peeps through the kitchen door. She’s carrying a pile of papers under her arm. “I wish you all the best!” she says while awkwardly staring at her shoes. I stop myself from making a catty remark. Andrew’s impossible, disgusting behavior is not her fault.

“Thank you. Good luck to you, too,” I reply and wait until the door’s closed. Then I take Andrew’s favorite mug down from the shelf and smash it against the wall. It breaks into a zillion pieces. I sigh. That felt good.

I can’t stay here even a minute longer. I’ll park myself at a cheap motel for three or four nights and think what to do next.

Frantically I pack all my stuff. Luckily I don’t have a lot. Just four boxes and two large suitcases. Most of my possessions are still stored in my parents’ garage. No doubt I could stay with them for a while, but I’d rather not to if I can avoid it. My parents are really nice, but their house is quite small and who in their right mind wants to move back in with the parents at the ripe old age of 29?

With waterproof Mascara I write “GO FUCK YOURSELF!” in large letters on Andrew’s beloved flat-screen TV. Then I call a cab.

“Hi there, Miss, trouble with the old man?” The cab driver points to the boxes and the suitcases I’ve already dragged into hall.

“Yeah, something like that,” I say and blow a cheeky strand of hair from my face. We store my things in the boot and on the back seat. I flop myself onto the passenger seat with a moan.

“Don’t worry, lady, it will all be alright. I bet he‘ll come crawling back.”

“He most certainly won’t,” I reply. “Do you know any cheap hotels in the city?”

“Plenty.”

“Just take me to one of them. I don’t care which as long as the trip doesn’t cost more than twenty Dollars.”

The driver frowns, but nods. “Okay, whatever you say. I know a nice little place.”

The man must have seen it all before in his job. Delivering a woman and her boxes to a hotel is surely nothing out of the ordinary in his experience.

I close my eyes for a second and try to compose myself. Don’t cry, Kate!

“You’ll be fine. A few days from now you’ll be laughing about it all,” the driver tries to cheer me up.

I manage a fake smile.

Suddenly I hear a beeping noise coming from my purse. A text message? From Andrew perhaps?

I extract the phone from my purse and check.

It really is a message. But from whom. The number doesn’t look familiar. I click the message icon.

Hi, how are you? L.

L? L like Liam? How did he get my number?

How did you get my number????

?? From you! You gave it to me in the bar. Don’t you remember?

I don’t actually. Did I give Liam my cell number? When?

I try and think. Oh, I did! I remember now. Must have blanked the memory. I blame it on those nasty apple martinis. I gave him my card when Marcus had gone to the toilet and Alex was getting another round. Shit! Whatever possessed me? But, in fairness, I didn’t know about their strange living arrangements then...

? You still there?

Shall I answer him?

Why not! It’s nice that he wants to know how I am. At least one person who is interested in how I’m doing. None of my former colleagues bothered to get in touch. They’re presumably all scared of Andrew! Wimps!

Yes. On my way to a hotel. Have moved out.

Wow, that was fast! Which hotel?

No Idea. The cab driver is finding one for me. 

?Why?

Because I don’t care. I won’t be able to afford it for long. Lack of funds :-(

I’m sorry :-(

Fancy an adventure? Come over to my place! Alex and Marcus are away at the moment and I have a few days off...

Don’t know?! I don’t think the two of them would approve.

You’re killing me! How many times do I have to explain that it’s none of their business?  As long as they’re not here…

And your rules?

Forget the rules. Rules are meant to be broken. :-)

Come on. A nice bath and dinner by candle light. A little sex...

Sounds tempting. Certainly better than spending the next few days in a cheap hotel room.

Why shouldn’t I have some fun for a change? Andrew’s had his for months. There are worse fates than spending a few days with a hot guy like Liam. As long as the other two aren’t there...

And I’ve nothing to lose.

Ok

Really? You are coming?

If the others really aren’t there. But two or three days max!

:-) Do you remember the address?

Yes!

See you soon! L.

I have butterflies in my stomach when I tell the cabbie the new destination. I’m also tingling down below. I remember the short but exiting number in the elevator and feel my nipples getting hard. Today I’ll definitely sleep with Liam. I’m not going through all that frustration again. And I know a trick or two as well. Liam better be ready. Before I met Andrew I tried quite a few things. I know I’m good. But boring old Andrew didn’t appreciate it. Sex with him was just a dull routine.

Now he can bore his new girlfriend because I’m free again and can do whatever I like! And that’s exactly what I’ll do. I’ll satisfy my sexual urges for a few days and have fun. It’s about time to be a bit irresponsible again. I’m only 29 years old and far from the grave.

“Not bad, lady. Posh area!” The driver nods approvingly. “Beats the hotel.” He parks outside Liam’s house and gets out of the car to get my boxes. I get out as well. My knees feel a bit wobbly now after all. What are you doing, Kate? You don’t really know Liam.

If the driver wouldn’t look at me so eagerly and all my stuff wouldn’t already be piled up on the sidewalk, I’d presumably chicken out.

“What’s up, lady? Aren’t you going to ring the bell? Or do you need my help with your things?” the man wants to know.

“No thanks.” I shake my head and pay him. Then I brace myself and press the intercom button.

“Katherine?” I hear Liam’s deep voice.

“Yes, it’s me,” I say. “I could do with a hand.”

“Sure. I’ll be down in a sec.”

“I thought you were only staying for a few days? Have you decided to move in with us?” Liam quizzically raises his eyebrows and points to my luggage. He’s wearing the turtleneck sweater again that makes him so unbelievably sexy. 

“No way. Two days only. Unless you misbehave. Then I’ll leave sooner. Can I leave my stuff here for now?”

Liam’s clearly amused. “How do you define misbehaving?”

“What you did in the elevator the other day. That was terribly bad behavior! Getting me all steamed up and then stopping. That’s just not acceptable,” I quip.

“Really?” Liam smiles and grabs one of the boxes. The muscles of his upper arms tense under the sweater. Yummy!

“Yes, really! Just wait!” I reply and also grab a box.

“Pretty naughty for a homeless girl!”

“You think?”

“Absolutely,” Liam laughs and carries the box inside. I follow him with a grin on my face. You’ll soon find out how naughty I can be, honey!

Soon after we’re on our way up in the elevator with all my boxes and the two suitcases. Liam’s finger is hovering over the emergency button. “Shall I push it?” he asks cheekily.

“Be my guest, but this time I won’t fall for it!”

“Oh, really?”

“Definitely not. It’s my turn today”

“Your turn to do what?”

“You’ll see!”

“I’m intrigued.”

A bit of repartee can be so sexy. And the way he looks at me. That alone is enough to make my knees go all wobbly. I’d love to take him right here and now, but I won’t. Today I want to prove to myself that I’m also still skilled at the game. I need it to soothe my bruised ego. Two hot days with Liam and then I’ll hopefully be energized enough to sort out the sorry mess I call my life.

“So, what have you planned for us then?” Liam enquires with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes after we have heaved my stuff into the apartment.

“Gee, that was exhausting!” I sigh, theatrically wiping my forehead with the back of my hand. “I’ll go take a shower,” I declare and very slowly start to strip.

Liam’s eyes are the size of saucers. “You’re not wasting any time, are you?” he grins.  “What do you mean? I’m just having a shower,” I say coquettishly and unhook my bra.

Liam’s immediately beside me.

“Hey, no touching!” I free myself from his grip. 

“And what am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t know. You can watch if you’re a good boy.”

I very slowly let my bra slip down my shoulders. Now I’m only wearing my jeans.

“Um, do you know that you’re really sexy?” he growls. 

I throw my head back and laugh. Then I take my pants off. Completely ignoring him I head for the bathroom in my black thong. Luckily I find the right door straight away this time. Liam follows me. He looks like a sleek panther stalking his prey before going in for the kill.

But today the panther is in for a big surprise.

I step into the large shower and turn on the water without closing the door. Liam’s leaning against the wall, watching me. When the water is streaming over my head, between my breast and along my thighs I tear the thong off.

Liam pants.

I smile with satisfaction, take a little bit of shower gel and rub it onto my breasts. Then I caress my nipples until they become hard. It’s quite a turn on being watched by Liam and I can see that he’s aroused, too. The stiff contours of his dick are clearly visible underneath the denim. I move my index finger further down and stroke my clitoris until it’s moist. Moaning, I put two fingers inside my pussy and stimulate my G-spot. 

My body is starting to spasm. I would love to feel his huge, pulsing erection inside me, but it’s too soon. First I want to torture him a little more the way he did to me in the elevator.

“Can I join you?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Sorry, just finished!” I turn off the water and pick up a towel. Liam blocks my way. He grabs my wet hair and kisses me. I can feel his erection pounding against my hip.

“Stop it!” I push him away with both hands and run into the bedroom. Liam follows me with surprising speed.

“Is this what you want?” I tease him, throw myself onto the black silk playground and penetrate my vagina again with my finger. 

Liam sits down beside me. His penis is now so erect, it greets me in its full size. He stretches out his hand. “My turn!”

“Forget it! No touching!” I command. Then I kneel across him and take his hard cock into my mouth. I suck the tip of it while I’m holding his penis. Liam groans. Faster and faster I massage his manhood with my lips and my fingers and suck so hard that it grows even bigger. It now fills my whole mouth.

„Oh, God! He moans. “Don’t stop!”

I abruptly move away.

“What? What are you doing?” he gasps.

I lean back and fold my arms behind my head. “That’s all you’re getting. I just wanted to let you have a little taste of what you’re missing!” I repeat what he said to me in the elevator. “Too late! I’m not letting you go until I’ve fucked you!” he growls, grabs my legs and turns me around. “For your sake, I’m hoping that you’re wet enough!”

He shoves one of the pillows under my pelvis so that my bum now sticks up in the air. I don’t resist any more. I’m more than ready. “This is for having tortured me,” he hisses and thrusts into me so forcefully, I scream.

I’m flushed with desire and push my pelvis up so I can receive him completely. Liam keeps on thrusting without mercy. Over and over until I can’t bear it anymore and come while shouting his name. He thrusts two more times, then he groans and ejaculates inside me.

“That was great!” Liam says, tenderly stroking my back.

“So we’re having foreplay
after
sex?” I ask pertly.

He looks amused. “That was the foreplay. We’re moving on to the main course. I won’t let you leave my bed today!”

I feel a fresh wave of desire surging through my body. Can he really do it again? Well, his penis is still slightly erect.

“Let’s see if you’re still wet enough!” He places one of his fingers on the swollen lips of my vulva. “Looks like I have to help it along a bit!“ He opens the drawer of his nightstand and takes out a long black feather. Then he kisses my belly, my thighs and my Venus mount while caressing my vulva and my clitoris with the feather. I’m still a bit sore, but I instantly get wet again.

“It’s working!” Liam pushes a stray hair from his face and grins. Oh, God, I’ve never been in bed with a man as sexy as he is. None of my ex lovers were bad looking, but compared to Liam they wouldn’t have had even the slightest chance – Andrew included.

“Keep going,” I demand and raise my pelvis again. The feather is circling my clitoris, lingers over my loins and then moves across my thighs and the inside of my legs back to my vulva. I groan. I want more! 

Liam guides my hand to his penis. I stroke it, feel it getting bigger and harden while he keeps tormenting me with the feather.

“You’re wet enough!” he finally decides and reaches into the drawer again. I look up to see what he’s doing. He extracts a transparent, tube shaped thing studded with large, round knobs.

“What is it?” I am curious. 

“Have you never been fucked with one of these before?”

I shake my head. Sadly Andrew was never a fan of sex toys although I would have liked to experiment with a few.

“It’s about time, so!” Liam puts the latex toy over his erect penis. “Your turn!” he says, lies down on the bed and points to his stiff cock. “Hop on!”

I touch the latex toy. The knobs feel real good. Liam’s dick is massive. The toy seems to enhance the effect. My mouth feels all dry at the thought that it will be inside me. My clitoris pounds with desire. I sit on top of him and glide down until the lips of my vulva touch the tip of his penis. I moan. Who would have thought that I would be ready for him again so soon? I’m so wet, his penis penetrates me easily. But Liam is impatient. He grabs my hips and pushes me down, every inch of him impaling me. I scream with pleasure. “Faster,” Liam growls and moves his hips under me, thrusting forcefully. I adjust to his rhythm, letting him deeper and deeper inside. The knobs massage my vagina, mercilessly stimulate my sensitive flesh. I’m fucking him while being fucked at the same time. He’s so big and stiff that he fills me completely. I let go and shout what I want him to do until I finally climax at the height of passion.