In Reach?

This chapter contains some sexual content. Please skip if you do not prefer such.

Mira's POV

After a few more rounds of pink drinks passed around, everybody seems to be in a buzz. It took a whole lot of convincing for the guys to try them. Something about ‘men don’t do pink drinks’. Oh please. I’ve seen men pull off pink shirts better than women can, so that is just a whole lot of bull.

The girls and I, Liz included, have our arms linked into each other as we walk, well, try to walk back to the house, as we’re singing ’ring-a-ring-a-roses. We drop to the grass as we sing the part of ‘we all fall down’. We’re laughing non-stop trying to keep our arms linked. The trick is to stand up without unlinking your arms.

But when we finally reach the house though, everyone starts splitting up, as we all go for our rooms. I don’t even know where mine is exactly. This house is too big. I just know it is up stairs. I walk up the stairs still singing ring-a-ring-a-roses to myself with every step I take. I got excited when I sang ‘we all fall down’ and it was in perfect sync with the last few steps I took.

I chuckle to myself at that coincidence. But when I look up, I realize I’m not sure which way to go. And all those stairs made me completely dizzy. I think I need to sit down.

I lean down and sit against the wall next to the staircase with my head to the side, hoping to slow the dizziness. It seems dark though. Are my eyes closed? I can’t see my hand. Oh! It’s my hair. My hair is covering my face. I chuckle at myself again.

“Hey you.” I hear him.

He combs my hair behind my ear with his fingers. He’s squatting in front of me.

“What you doing here?” He cups my cheek.

“I can’t find my room.”

He chuckles. God it sounds amazing.

“Come on. I’ll help you.”

He pulls me up by my hand, but I grip his shirt as I try to keep my balance. I think I got up too quickly.

“Woah there. I think you had a little too much.”

I chuckle as I look up to him. “Oh please, you had many-er more than me.” I tap my finger on his chest, but grip his shirt again as I feel myself sway to the side. “Woah.”

And that’s when everything seems to flip around me. Oh wait. He just picked me up.

I sigh. His chest is so nice and warm to lie against. I can’t help snuggle into him as I wrap my one hand around his neck and bring my face into his nape. Damn, this man smells good. I moan slightly.

I can feel his shoulders tense as his arms grip me tighter. I look up at him. He’s clenching his jaw.

I look in front of us and see we’re in the familiar hallway.

“Did you know that I lied?”

He briefly looks down at me. “What did you lie about?”

I pathetically try to lean closer to his ear and whisper, “I do have a nickname for you.”

He looks at me again with his brow raised. “Oh really?”

I nod with that sly smile of mine.

“So what name did you give me?”

I shake my head.

He chuckles as I hear a doorknob twist. “Come on. You have to tell me now.”

I see he’s nearing my bed. I don’t want to go to sleep yet. I like being in his arms.

He tries to lay me down on the bed, but I tighten my grip around his neck as I groan.

“What?”

“Not yet.” I shake my head.

He pulls me up, not that he has a choice. I’m practically clinging to him.

He sits at the bottom edge of my bed with me still in his arms.

“Okay, so tell me now.” He looks at me again.

“You have to do something first.”

He raises his brow. “What?”

“You have to promise that you’ll do it. Then I’ll tell you.” I pout my lips.

I feel him groan a little. “Fine. I promise.”

Well that was easy. I thought I might have to beg more. But I’m too happy to care.

“I want to see you smile.”

He looks confused. “Smile? Why?”

But I’m getting impatient. I wanna see those beauties. “Just smile, please.” I pout some more.

But my attempt at a baby voice as I say please failed miserably. But at least it got him laughing. And voila! There they are.

I can’t help myself. I pull myself up in his lap as I place a firm kiss on the dimple facing me. You can hear the ‘mwah’ sound popping in the room as I let go.

He, on the other hand is looking very shocked at me. But now his dimple is gone too.

I huff. “Come on. Smile again. I want to kiss the other cheek too”

“What do you mean?”

But I’m the one in charge right now, right.

“No questions.” I put my finger on his lips. “Remember. I won’t tell you unless you do as I ask.”

Barely a second passes as he smiles very brightly. I don’t know if he’s smiling at what I said, or if he’s just doing it because I asked him to. But who cares. I see my culprit on the other cheek waiting for me.

I smile out of excitement as I shift myself so that I’m straddling him. I lean into his other cheek, placing another firm and loud kiss on this dimple.

Mission accomplished! I giggle at my triumph.

But as I look down at him, he looks almost......annoyed? Fine!

I sigh. “Fine. I’ll tell you. But you mustn’t tell anyone about it. It’s my secret.” I point to myself.

“Your secret?”

I nod.

“Okay?”

I lean in closer to his ear and say the word, “Dimples.”

He pulls his head back looking shocked.

“Did you just say ‘Dimples’?”

I nod again as I’m smiling.

“I wasn’t really expecting that. Was that really the first thought you had of me when you saw me in the house that day.”

“Actually” I put my arms around his neck as I make myself comfortable. “That wasn’t the first time I saw you.”

He looks at me confused. “What do you mean?”

“When I woke up in the room, I saw you outside. That’s when I saw that gorgeous smile of yours and knew I would call you ‘Dimples’. In fact, you were actually the first one I saw here, and the first I gave a nickname to.”

“Oh really?” He looks impressed now.

“But remember, you promised not to tell anyone.”

“When did I do that?” I frown. But he just bursts into a gorgeous chuckle.

I go in for another kiss on a dimple. I don’t know if dimples can be a fetish, but they look amazing on this man.

When I pull back, he’s quiet again, but looking at me with darker eyes. He raises his hand and runs his fingers through my hair, all the way to the tips, just below my breasts. But he’s still looking into my eyes.

Why is he looking at me like that? All I want to do is kiss those luscious lips right now. Oh dammit. I think he just saw me staring at his lips. It’s too late to deny it now. I should just go for it.

Just as I’m about to crash my lips on him, I feel him pull my neck closer to his face. Damn! Did he want to kiss me too? Who cares? This feels amazing.

I feel the fingers of his hand on my neck, snake into my hair as he grips my head closer to him. His kisses are almost rough and urgent. I can feel his teeth grazing my lower lip. I open my mouth a little as he pulls on it a little too hard, but he takes full advantage and slips his tongue in.

I moan at the sudden intrusion, which is making my body feel hot all over right now, like a fire burning in me. I’ve never felt like this before, especially from just a kiss.

I grip his shoulders as I try to get my body closer to his. But this causes me to grind on him and he groans in my mouth. His hand around my waist tightens and lowers to my ass. He grips it tightly as he pushes me into him again. And this time I can feel him, very hard against me.

I lift my head, in search of air, but he continues his assault of kisses down my neck. When he gets to the nape of my neck, I can’t help but shiver. That spot feels so sensitive, and I think he knows. He places another wet kiss there and nips at it, causing me to arch into him as I give a loud moan in the room. I can hear him groan.

He twists us around so quickly, I feel the bed on my back and him on top of me. He leaves open mouthed kisses as he moves lower down, unbuttoning my shirt. When he gets to the exposed flesh of my cleavage I arch into him, hoping for him to take this blasted bra off me. I slip my hands into his hair loving the feel of him. I love the way he’s staring at me as he’s kissing down my stomach. I hear another growl, but it almost sounds like its coming from me. Impossible.

But Liam stopped his kisses and is immediately above me looking at me confused.

Why? I’m the one confused. Why did he stop?

I go in for another kiss, but he stops me.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

What?! Really?! Is he confused again? I know he feels it too. This infuriating tension between us. Couldn’t he wait for us to at least finish?!

Dammit. I must be crazed, because this man is turning me into a frustrated mess. I want him and hate him for the same reasons.

He tries to get up, but I grip my legs around his waist tighter.

“Mira.” He closes his eyes as he says through steady breaths.

“Why do you keep doing this to me?”

He looks up at me.

“You keep pulling me in, and then push me away.”

“I know.” He rests his forehead on mine. “But this can’t happen.” He cups my cheek.

“Why not?”

I hold his cheek as well. Looking into those green eyes. I graze my other hand down his chest until I reach its hem. I can feel his muscles react to my touch. I know he wants this too.

“I know you want this too.”

He groans as I slip my hand under his shirt, feeling the contours of his muscles.

He holds my arm, stopping it from moving. “You’re drunk Mira.”

“And you’re running out of excuses.”

He’s clenching his jaw and I feel him wavering with his grip on my hand.

“Stop overthinking this.” He looks back into my eyes. “I’m not asking for anything. I just want this, this moment. And I know you do too.” I pull his hips closer to mine, giving me another groan from him. “Let’s just have this moment, and worry about tomorrow when it comes.”

“Mira.” He says my name on my lips as he leans in closer. But it doesn't sound like a warning. It sounds like a chant. I love hearing him say my name.

He crashes his lips on mine with an intense hunger, I can’t breathe with his intensity. I can’t tell where my breath ends and his begins. I love this feeling of us losing ourselves in each other. I want more.

I pull up his shirt with my hands and he easily slips it off his back and over his head with one pull. Damn, he looks amazing, and this tattoo, I want to trace kisses along it.

He helps me out of my shirt, and moves down my stomach again, towards my shorts. He unbuttons it and pulls them off with a few tugs. He throws them to one side of the room as he stares down at me on the bed in my purple lace underwear.

I don’t understand how I can love his gaze on me in this vulnerable state, but I do. The hunger in his eyes for me, isn’t making me shy. In fact, it’s making me confident. This whole thing is a surprise to me. I’m never the girl that requests a guy to just sleep with me, ‘just because’. But everything running through my mind, when I’m with him, is making me question my insecurities.

I’m already exposed to him lying like this. But I bite my lip as I widen my legs a bit more, hoping he doesn’t make me wait longer.

He growls as he unbuckles his pants. He’s in nothing but his boxers when he climbs on me again. But he goes to my breasts, as he kisses and sucks on the skin of their valleys. He pulls the straps down my shoulders and exposes my breasts fully as he pulls the cups down. But he unhooks the bra and throws it away from me, giving my breasts his full attention.

I never knew Liam could be so direct and even a little rough. But I love it. It makes me feel wanted by him. I arch my back as I hold his head there, wanting him to take more of my breasts. His hot breath and the slight grazes of his teeth on them is making my body hot all over, and it’s all knotting up in my lower stomach. I can feel my underwear getting wetter.

I feel his one hand gliding down my stomach and slipping into my underwear. He roughly cups my sex, which has me moaning loudly.

He groans. “So wet.” He rubs his fingers against my folds.

“Please,” I want more.

He brings his lips back up to mine and slips a finger in. He catches my moan in his mouth.

He groans again. “And so tight.” He says against my lips, as he plunges another finger in.

I feel myself squeezing his fingers as I want him to continue his thrusting motions with them.

He pulls out and raises his body from mine.

“No,” Please not now. You can’t possibly walk away now.

He grips the straps of my underwear on both sides of my hips and pulls them down.

But he doesn’t get back on me. He’s between my legs, and his kissing my inner thighs.

Oh, god, please no. I’ve never had someone go down on me. The idea never appealed to me. Please no.

I can see his open mouthed kisses going closer to my sex, and I’m panicking and excited at the same time, my breathing is very laboured. His kisses feel so good and I can feel my core tightening from anticipation. Oh shit! Do I want this?

“Liam,” I moan his name at how good this feels.

Ggrh. He growls and goes directly for my sex before I can even stop him. And the vibrations of his growl travel straight through me I can feel my toes curl.

I don’t know what the hell he’s doing down there, but it’s amazing. I can feel his tongue and his fingers working simultaneously. And I can feel my orgasm building, and very close.

I slip my hand through his hair, pulling my hips closer to him. I never thought I would ever find myself in this position, and none the less love it.

He purrs in me, I feel my body tingle all over. But its intensifying in my core and I know it’s coming, I’m cumming. “Ah, Liam. I’m,”

I can’t finish my words as I feel him nip at my clit, which has me rolling over the cliff with such an intense orgasm. “Aaahh!” I grab the pillow next to me to muffle the rest of my scream. I thought I could hold it, my scream. But it felt too good just to scream.

I tighten the grip in his hair as I ride his face, as I ride the last of my orgasm.

That was so intense. I’m still convulsing on the bed, and I can feel my walls still pulsing on his face as he’s still there, licking me from what it sounds like. At this point I don’t care anymore. If he can make me feel like this doing that, he can do it any day.

I release the grip I have in his hair, still trying to catch my breath. He looks up at me, with his mouth glistening, probably from my juices. But he’s smiling brightly though, like the happiest man in the world.

“I knew it.” He crawls up my body. “I knew you would also taste amazing.”

He grabs my face and pulls me into a deep kiss. I can taste myself on him. It doesn’t actually taste bad. It’s sweet; almost tastes like,-.

“So sweet.” He says between kisses. “Just like raspberries.” He smiles into the kisses.

He pulls my one leg higher up the bed and I automatically move the other one too, opening up for him.

He’s pulling his boxers down and I see it, huge, erect and facing me. I bite my lip with nerves knowing that it will definitely hurt with him inside me. But my body still aches with the thought. I help move his boxers off of him with my legs, wanting everything between us gone.

I grab his shoulder trying to brace myself. I can feel him rubbing himself against my wet core, as he groans and kisses that sweet spot in my nape again. I try to move my hips closer to him, but his whole body tenses all of a sudden and he gets off of me.

Wait, what is he doing? I lie there open and bare, but he rushes out of the room pulling his boxers on.

Uuuuuggghhhhh!!!! What the hell.

I know I should probably go shower, but I’m still dizzy from everything else. Or is it the alcohol? Maybe I am drunk. Is that why he left? Ugh. I should just sleep.

I grab the sheets and pull them over my naked body, as I try to go to dream land with Liam’s body flashing through my mind.