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"Boring?"

"Never boring," he told me. His thumb brushed
over my hip, that small movement noticeable even through the thin
blankets. "Different from the usual kind of girl I run into. That's
all."

That was sweet of him to say. I didn't know
if it was true - if the tables were turned, I'd probably think I
was pretty boring. But maybe Liam liked me because I was different
than Tesla. Way different. My fingers brushed along his jaw, and I
tilted his face toward mine.

His lips parted as I kissed him, and I felt
his tongue stroke against my lower lip, felt the piercing flick
against my flesh. The man did love his piercings. I kissed him
back, my tongue brushing against his as we began to kiss in
earnest. My fingers twined in his hair and I held him against me,
kissing in a dance of tongues. Over and over, they slicked
together, forming a suggestive rhythm that made the blood pound in
my veins and made my hips start to rock with the suggestion of
it.

Liam didn't move, just let me kiss him. His
hand remained anchored at my waist.

The more I kissed him, though, the more I
wanted. His mouth brushed against mine, and his lips felt like that
delicious, curious mixture of metal and flesh, and every time a
piercing rubbed against my skin, it made a little flash of
excitement roll through me. Kissing Liam wasn't like kissing anyone
else. He was considerate, and thorough, and his tongue felt amazing
against my own.

And still I wanted more than kisses.

My hand slid below the blankets, to his
chest, and I brushed my fingertips over his lower belly, exploring
him. The blankets were starting to slide down off of my body, and I
hesitated, wondering if I should pull them back up. But Liam's gaze
was locked on my face, as if suggesting that he'd move as slow as I
wanted to move. He wouldn't look if I didn't want him to.

And I knew that even though I was in bed with
a sexy, edgy rock star? I was still in control. He'd let me call
the shots. If I wanted to stop, all I had to do was ask.

Of course, I didn't want to stop.

I kissed him again, soft and sweet, no
tongue. Just a coaxing of lips. By that point, I'd shifted toward
him so much that I was practically hovering over his face, my hand
cupped on his stomach while the other tangled in his hair. The
blankets fell down to the small of my back, and I was exposed to
him.

And he still wasn't looking. I hadn't given
the signal that it was okay. So I took his hand, and pulled it onto
my breast.

His gaze slid down, then, to my naked breasts
and exposed belly. "You're beautiful, Katy. So beautiful."
Reverently, he cupped my breast, staring at it, at the small pink
peak that hardened when he brushed his thumb over it. My breasts
weren't large - nothing about me was large, sadly - but in his
hand, my breast looked like it was just the perfect size. Small,
perky, uptilted.

Liam's hand slid to my back and he pulled me
against him, then rolled us over in the bed until I bounced onto my
back. "I want to get a good look at you," he told me, and simply
gazed down at my naked body sprawled on the bed under him as he
hovered over me, propped up on an elbow. His fingers brushed over
my breast, then the other.

I sucked in a breath, watching the reverent
look in his eyes.

His gaze went to my stomach as if fascinated,
and brushed his hand over the plane of it. "Not a tattoo on this
skin anywhere. You're like a blank canvas."

I gave an awkward laugh at that. "Is that a
good thing?"

"It's kinda beautiful on you," he told me,
and I felt warm with the glow of his approval.

He shifted against me, and then Liam's
fingers moved back to my breast, cupping it and flicking at the
peak to make it harden. I whimpered at his touch, jolts of intense
feeling sparking through my body. He leaned over and brushed his
lips over the tip, caressing it.

I moaned, my back arching. His hard, hot form
was pressing down over me, and that felt almost as delicious as the
touches he bestowed on my skin.

Liam's tongue brushed over my nipple,
swirling, and then I felt the flick of metal against it. I gasped
as he rolled my nipple against the piercing.

He looked up at my response, looking pleased
with myself. "Do you like that?"

I blinked rapidly, dazed. "How can I
not?"

He shrugged, then pressed kisses over my
chest, moving over to my other breast. "You'd have to tell me if
you didn't like it."

I gave a low moan as his mouth captured my
other nipple. "And what would you do if I asked you to stop?"

He bit my nipple lightly, which made a jolt
shudder through my body all over again. "I'd be very, very
disappointed."

"Oh?" My voice sounded wavery.

"Yeah," he said softly. "And then I'd just go
south." And he began to kiss lower.

My stomach quivered as his mouth moved over
it. He slid to my belly button, and his tongue - and piercing -
dipped there. I moaned again, wriggling a little against him. My
hands moved over his shoulders, touching and kneading those
tattooed muscles as if unable to stop touching him, exploring him
even as he explored me.

"I'd continue south," he told me in that soft
voice, "until you told me to stop, of course."

And his mouth rested just above my sex.

A shiver of anticipation racked through me,
and my hips flexed, as if begging for him to go lower. But he
didn't, and I whimpered, not wanting to shove his head down to the
vee of my sex…but not wanting him to abandon that area, either.

"What do you want, Katy?" He concentrated on
my flat lower stomach, and kissed the soft skin there.

"I want you, Liam," I breathed.

"Do you want my mouth on you?"

The words left my throat, and I nodded,
unable to speak.

That seemed to be fine with him, because his
hand stroked along the inside of my thigh, coaxing it open. My
knees fell apart, and he shifted a bit lower, his shoulders
settling in between my legs. He appeared to be concentrating very
intently on his exploration of me.

One finger brushed down the seam of my sex,
and I let out a shuddering gasp at the simple touch, shocked at the
bluntness of it - and how very wet I was.

Liam seemed surprised by it too, and raised
the finger to his mouth, then sucked the moisture off of it. He
seemed pleased by the taste of me, and leaned in for another
taste.

I moaned again at the feel of his fingers
parting my flesh, and then the first lick of his tongue against my
heat. He started out small; light, inquisitive flicks of the tip of
his tongue against my flesh, exploring me and tasting me. My
fingers clutched at his shoulders, squeezing repeatedly, unable to
do more than just that as he leisurely explored my sex with his
tongue. When he hit upon my clit with his tongue, I sucked in a
harsh breath, my body tensing.

He paused at that, as if considering, and
then stroked his tongue over me again. This time, I felt the ball
of his tongue piercing against it. A low sob of delight escaped my
throat, and my hips jerked in response.

I heard his low chuckle, and then he wrapped
an arm around my thigh, pinning me, and began to lick me in
earnest.

I thought I'd had oral sex before? I hadn't
seen anything yet. Over and over, Liam licked the hell out of me,
working that piercing against my clit, stroking with his tongue and
then rolling that metal ball against it in a motion that I came to
crave even as it drove me wild. After a few minutes of this, he
began to speed up, and my hips began to move with his mouth, slow,
sensual flicks of my body that followed his tongue, increasing my
pleasure.

And the moans coming from my throat? Were
unearthly. I wasn't able to keep quiet; I didn't care who heard me.
Liam's mouth felt too good, and I was too lost in the pleasure of
it.

He sucked, then, hard; my clit pressed up
against that metal ball of his tongue stud, and the twin reactions
made me shatter into a million pieces. A small scream erupted from
my throat, and I quivered all over, shuddering with my release. He
continued to suck and press his tongue against my clit, milking
every moment of my orgasm, and I writhed against him, clawing at
his shoulders. "Liam," I panted. "Oh god, oh god. You can move your
mouth now. I…oh god." My words trailed off into a low moan as the
orgasm continued to ripple through me for long moments. I was lost
in the wash of it.

His mouth lifted, and he gave a low laugh.
"Katy, shhh."

I moaned, shaking my head. "Liam—"

He slid up the bed and began to kiss me
again, chuckling once more. "You're loud enough that everyone's
going to hear you yelling my name."

I began to kiss him back fiercely, tasting my
own release on his mouth. I didn't care. I felt way too good - and
way too aroused - to care. I slid my tongue against his, flicking
it, even as I reached between us and grasped his cock through the
thin material of his boxers.

This time, the low groan that split the air
was his.

"Liam," I breathed against his mouth. My hand
gave his cock a stroke through the fabric. "Do I get to explore
you, now?"

"I didn't get to finish you," he told me with
a groan, and then his lips were desperately kissing mine. Between
kisses, he added, "Never even touched your legs."

"They're short," I told him, and stroked his
cock again, my grip resting at the thick root of him. "You're not
missing much."

"I don't know," he groaned against my ear,
eyes closed tight as I stroked him again. "They'll probably look
pretty good on my shoulders."

Just that mental image made me wet all over
again, and I moaned, kissing him again. My mouth slid to his neck,
and I spotted one of his tattoos and began to lick the flesh there,
fascinated by it.

He groaned, his arm looping around my back
and holding me to him. "God, you're good at that."

I gave his cock another stroke with my hand,
pleased at his words. My tongue danced along that tattoo, and then
I licked and sucked at the skin there, liking the mark I left on
his skin. It wouldn't be apparent because of the tattoo, but if you
looked closely enough, you'd see it. And that made me hot all over
again. I left him another, just because I liked the look of it.

He moved back over me, hips sliding between
mine, and we began to kiss again. His mouth pressed against mine,
hot, hard and desperate with need. My hand on his cock was trapped
between us, and it rubbed against my flesh as he ground his hips
against me.

"Why don't you remove my boxers?" He told me,
licking against my lips.

I did, but not before tracing the head with
my fingers…and stopped.

He was pierced there, too. Two balls, one
atop the head, and one underneath.

I gasped at the sight. He’d told me about it,
but I’d been unable to picture it. Seeing it, I gave the head of
his cock another rub, checking things out. I traced him with my
fingers, marveling at the stud there. "You really do like
piercings."

"I really do," he said, and sucked on my
lower lip. "I bet you'll like it, too."

Mmm, I just bet I would. When his hips rolled
against mine again, I slid my hand away, moving to his backside. I
cupped his tight ass through his boxers and ground my hips against
his cock, loving the friction of his flesh against mine, separated
only by a thin layer of cotton.

He pumped against me again, the hard bar of
his cock sliding along the vee of my sex. I wrapped my legs around
his hips and pushed against him, need still boiling through me,
wanting more.

"Lose these," I told him, tugging at the
waist of the boxers. "Want to feel you against me."

"I can do that," he murmured against my mouth
before kissing me again. The angle of his body shifted, and then
The boxers slid to the floor. I linked my legs behind his back
again, and this time, when he slid along the hot vee of my sex, I
was able to feel every inch of him.

It was heaven. I dug my fingers into his
shoulders, clinging to his body. "Oh god, you feel really
good."

"Katy," he breathed, and pushed a little
deeper, until his cock was separating the lips of my sex and
sliding between them. The head butted against my clit, and I felt
the rub of that piercing.

A shuddering gasp escaped my throat.

"Need to get the condoms,” Liam told me, his
voice tight.

I slicked my tongue over his mouth, pumping
my hips against his. "Then get them."

He chuckled. "You've got to let me go,
first." And his hand slid along one of my legs that were locked at
his waist.

I gave a mock pout and released him. "Hurry
back."

"Oh, I plan on it." He bounded off the bed
and moved to the small bag, tearing open the box he'd bought. I
watched him from the bed, all hot and bothered, admiring his naked
ass (no tattoos there) and the small dual dimples at his lower
back, his lanky shoulders that seemed to form a large triangle. He
turned back to me a moment later, condom rolled on, his cock
jutting…and bright purple.

I giggled. I couldn't help it.
"Nice…color?"

"Yeah, yeah." He climbed back into bed and on
top of me. "They only had colored condoms in the gift shop. I'm
saving pink for a reward for later."

I threw back my head and laughed, picturing
that.

Immediately, Liam began to kiss my exposed
neck. "You shouldn't laugh at a man's cock. It doesn't do wonders
for his ego."

"Your cock is just fine," I told him,
dragging my fingers through his silky black hair as he pressed hot
kisses on my neck. "And it feels great so far."

"Flatterer," he murmured against my
collarbone, then slid his cock along my sex once more, lubricating
it with my wet flesh.

I moaned at the feel of him sliding against
me. "Whatever it takes to get you inside."