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It all started on a quiet Saturday evening in the summer; for a change, Fallon and Liam had no plans – well they were invited to a business party for CA but they had declined, realising that the whole manor would attend, leaving them with the place to themselves for the whole night.
It seemed like the perfect opportunity to grab a bottle of expensive champagne and fool around in the jacuzzi. Which is exactly what they were doing, until Sam showed up, back home early from his date with his ex-husband/ current boyfriend and interrupted the couple’s evening.
“Hey, guys,” He shouts, only metres away from them, a hand covering his eyes to shield him from being traumatised for life, “can you please stop whatever you’re doing right now, I really need some advice.”
Fallon, straddling Liam’s lap and being the only one with a free mouth to speak right now considering Liam’s is attached to her neck, glances up and sighs at the sight of her friend hovering at the edge of the pool.
“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” She shouts back, “We’re kind of in the middle of something here.” To further illustrate that point, Liam’s hand slips over her ass cheek and squeezes, a signal that he wants more of her, and god she wants that too, which is exactly why Sam needs to get lost. Right. Now.
“No,” His voice is demanding, clipped, unrelenting, “it can’t wait so you better get less naked because I’m coming over there right now.”
“Oh for the love of god,” she mutters under her breath, rolling her eyes, and begins to climb off of Liam, but his strong hands keep her in place, the assault on her neck continuing.
“Liam!” She can’t help the giggle that escapes her lips as his wandering fingers begin to pull on the string of her black bikini top, she’s pretty sure that he’s so lost in what he’s doing that he hasn’t actually noticed the exchange going on between her and Sam yet, so it takes pulling firmly on his hair she has her fingers carded through to get him to detach his lips from her skin.
When his eyes meet hers and she drinks in his dark eyes – his pupils dilated, and his pink, kiss swollen lips, the sight of which sends a bolt of pleasure directly to her core, she almost just dives straight back in; if Sam is going to be insistent about being here, then he is welcome to witness the show. But Liam must have seen Sam approaching the jacuzzi out of his peripheral vision and his mind catches up with the voices his ears had heard but his brain hadn’t yet registered because he freezes for a second, his expression looking all adorably panicked before allowing Fallon to move to sit at his side.
“Oh, hey Sam, what’s up?” He says, his tone suddenly casual as he stretches his arms out, his right hand circling around Fallon’s back, pulling her in closer to him once she re-ties the knot of her bikini. She takes it upon herself to throw her legs over his crotch to hide the very visible hardened bulge under Liam’s red swim shorts.
“He needs our advice,” She says to him, her tone flat, making sure her disapproval of Sam's interruption is known, “apparently.”
Once Sam reaches the couple he sits on the edge, twisting his body so that he can face them. It’s only now that Fallon can truly see how dejected he looks – and for a brief moment feels a little guilty for not being more welcoming to her friend who is clearly in need.
“You look moody, did you break up with Ryan again?” Her question causes Sam to roll his eyes, appearing somewhat offended.
“No.” He responds, defensively, “We’re doing fine. Mostly… Sort of.”
Instinctively, Fallon and Liam throw each other a quick glance, confirming that neither of them believes that things were ‘doing just fine’ with Sam and his new beau.
“Really?” Liam asks in a disbelieving manner, attempting to coax Sam into letting out whatever is clearly playing on his mind. The hotel owner looks uncomfortable for a moment as he thinks, as if he’s weighing up the pros and cons of divulging his mind, and Fallon’s patience is beginning to wear thin because why insist on needing advice and interrupting them if he is only going to sit there looking sorry for himself?
“Oh my god Sam, just spit it out.” She blurts out.
“Fal-“ Liam begins chastising her for her lack of patience, but her outburst clearly works when Sam interrupts them.
“Can I ask you both a question?”
Liam nods, encouragingly. “Sure.”
Sam’s eyes are glued to the water directly below him, his head hanging low, unable to look them in the eyes. “At what point in your relationship did you guys… stop…”
“Stop?” She draws out the vowel in the word, urging him to continue with his question.
“You know, having as much sex?” Sam practically mumbles that last part, before sighing and finally looking up at the couple, only to be met with confused expressions from the two of them.
“What do you mean?” Liam asks.
“Well, you two have been together for a while now, surely you don’t have as much sex as you did when you first got together and things have slowed down…” The couple throws each other another glance, this time, with smirks playing at their lips. “Or, you do?”
“I mean, I don’t exactly have a chart but I don’t think there’s a huge difference,” Liam responds, the amusement evident in his voice.
If Sam didn’t look miserable before – he certainly does now, his large brown eyes appearing sadder by the second.
“Sam, exactly how much slower are we talking here?” Fallon asks, wondering if it’s possible that Sam is just over-exaggerating the situation.
He looks awkward, a pink blush visibly painting itself onto his cheeks, and Fallon is sure it’s not from the steam rising from the jacuzzi, “I mean we, haven’t, you know, done it in 2 weeks.”
Her jaw drops in shock, “What?!”
Sam instantly becomes defensive, his jaw tightening, recoiling slightly, his brows furrowed, “What? Why are you being so judgemental? You can’t tell me that you guys haven’t gone through at least one dry spell.”
Fallon practically feels the vibrations of Liam chuckling next to her before he responds, “Sam, I’m sorry to tell you but we honestly haven’t. In fact, I’m pretty sure Fallon couldn’t even go a week without sex.”
Her eyebrows raise instantly. Apparently, it is her turn to be offended. She turns to her fiancé, the shock written on her face, her voice pitched high, “Excuse me, I’m not a nymphomaniac, I can control myself.”
She instantly wants to wipe that smug smile Liam throws her off of his face, “I never said you were, it’s just that we have great sex and I’m pretty much always available to you, so why would you have to control yourself?”
She scoffs, incredulous. “You make this sound completely one-sided, need I remind you that yesterday all I did was innocently bend over in front of you and you threw me over the dresser and-“
“OH MY GOD.” Sam practically shouts, halting Fallon from continuing, “Please do not carry on that sentence in front of me. I really do not need to hear the rest of that.” He throws his hands up in the air, palms facing them as if in surrender. “Jesus, I’m sorry I asked.”
“Alright, sorry,” Liam says, clearly attempting to salvage the conversation, “In all seriousness, if I were you, I wouldn’t worry. I’m sure every couple is different, and maybe there’s a reason, you know? There could be something going on with him, you should talk to him rather than comparing your relationship to others. Especially ours.”
There it is – that heart of gold her fiancé carries around with him beneath his ribcage making its presence known with his wise words of advice. It melts her, every time, reminding her of why she is so in love with this man in the first place.
Without thinking about it, she leans in closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, earning her a sincere smile back.
“I agree, listen to Liam, Sam,” Fallon says, stroking her hand through Liam’s damp hair.
“Yeah,” Sam begins, “you’re probably right, I’m gonna go call him and talk. Thanks, guys.”
“Good luck,” Liam responds as his friend begins to stand and makes his way back into the manor.
“Bye Sam,” Fallon calls to him before he disappears, “Don’t come back out here for the rest of the night unless you want to see us doing what you and stripper boy currently aren’t!”
“Gross,” She hears his voice call back, “Goodnight!”
Then, silence. Except for the sound of the rippling water and the whir of the jets, it’s back to just them. Alone. Together.
“Alright, where were we?” Liam asks before wasting no time in grabbing her at the hips, causing her to squeal out in surprise as he easily moves her back into their previous position in the water. She’s back to being straddled over him, her arms resting over his shoulders, his fingers now wandering slowly up her back, leaving a delicious tingle in their wake. She had been relishing in the feeling of her core moving against his hardened member before they were so rudely interrupted – He’s softened now since being in the presence of Sam, obviously, but that wouldn’t be an issue for much longer.
“Yeah, I think it was something like this.” She breathes into the close space between them, edging herself closer to him on his lap, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. Even with the fabric of her bikini between them, the pressure elicits a shudder of pleasure that spurs her on even more. They’re on a mission now to get back to the state they were in before – all roaming hands and soft moans of pleasure. It shouldn’t take very long.
Their mouths meet in the middle, their lips sliding together easily, her hands moving to the back of his neck, angling the kiss so that she can lick her way into his mouth. It’s intense, the way they press against one another, seeking pressure, friction, anything. Her fingernails scrape against his back, and she moans into his mouth once he does that wicked thing he does with his tongue, practically melting against him, at his mercy. Then he takes her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking, nipping lightly, teasing. It drives her crazy.
“There’s something I’m forgetting,” He pants out once he pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss.
“And what’s that?” She asks, smirking down at him, watching him adorably tilt his head, deep in thought.
“Oh, that was it.” He says, his voice low and sultry, meeting her eyes, a predatory smile forming on his face, “I was about to move, and let you enjoy the feel of these jets, and no, I don’t mean on your back.”
Fallon practically gulps, forgetting to breathe for a second, feeling somewhat like Liam’s prey under his hot gaze. She really loves dating a writer… He’s truly a very creative thinker and the results of such were usually very, very satisfactory.
“You have a wild imagination, Mr Ridley.”
“You love it.” He says, giving her a wink before using his hands on her back to pull her closer and bends slightly to kiss her breasts, moving his tongue over her still clothed nipple, drawing a sigh of contentment from her.
“Oh, yes I do.” She admits, leaning into his touch, closing her eyes, trying to enjoy the feeling. But there’s one thing still playing on Fallon’s mind and it’s stopping her from being completely in the moment.
“Were you being serious?” She asks.
He pulls back, replaces his mouth with his thumb, making circular motions, “About the jets? Yeah, babe, trust me it’ll feel good.”
“No, I don’t mean the jets.” He halts, confusion written on his face. “Do you really think I couldn’t last a week without sex?”
Liam breathes out a laugh, looking back up at her, “No. I don’t think you couldn’t last a week without sex.” Satisfied with his answer, Fallon smiles, and leans down to kiss him; but those plans are derailed when Liam continues, “I know you couldn’t last a week without sex.”
Her face falls.
“We’ve gone that long when you’ve been at writers retreats and I’ve been on business trips before.”
“Fallon, phone sex counts.”
“Damn,” She pouts, pondering that, “So we really haven’t ever gone a week without having sex, huh?”
Liam shakes his head, “Nope.”
Fallon shrugs, appearing nonchalant, “well, I don’t think you could last a week either.”
He raises a challenging eyebrow, letting out a chuckle, “I have great self-control-“
“Liam, I can seduce in a matter of seconds and have you begging me for sex. Trust me, you’re the one who wouldn’t last the week.”
He raises his chin in defiance, a sparkle in his eye, a challenging smirk on his lips, “Care to bet on it?”
Her expression mirrors his, plans already forming in her mind to ensure she would win this little bet he’s just laid out for her, “Sounds like a challenge. Alright, I’m in.”
“Seven whole days – no sex. Unless one of us gives in and says ‘I surrender’.” She has to admit, that is smart – because now it isn't just a challenge, it's a competition to get the other person to surrender. Oh, Liam’s mind is dangerous at times. “What are we playing for?”
“Good old fashioned pride.” She responds.
“Alright,” He agrees, “we’ll need rules.”
Another good idea, this could get complex, and she wanted to win, but only if they both played fair.
“Okay, rule number 1: teasing is allowed.” She says.
“Fine. Rule number 2: sexting is allowed.”
That rule inspires an idea in her mind that could give her an edge, “Rule number 3: naughty pictures are allowed too.”
He shakes his head subtly, knowing he’s weak when it comes to her sending dirty photos, but he concedes nonetheless. “Deal. Rule number 4: we have to sleep in the same bed.”
Damn it, she thinks. That's one of her plans gone, especially considering how often she would wake in the night, all hot and bothered and draw Liam from his slumber to make love to her. She thinks quickly for something to counter him.
Almost instantly, a wicked thought strikes her that she’s sure will allow her to win. “Rule number 5: you can touch yourself, but you’re not allowed to cum.”
For a split second, she can see vulnerability pass over Liam’s face, his confidence faltering, but then it’s back with his response, “Rule number 6: We can touch each other, as long as we don’t make the other person cum.”
She laughs at that because there’s quite a simple solution to making sure that never becomes an issue for her, “That’s if I let you touch me.”
“Oh Fallon,” He says, leaning closer, his gaze piercing into hers, his voice low, “You’ll be begging me to.” Her breath hitches in her throat slightly at the thought – but she pushes it away, as hard as she can, because she admires his confidence, she really does, but thinks it will be short-lived. How hard can it be to just not touch each other in a sexual manner for 7 days? “Rule number 7: this has to be a regular week, no throwing yourself into work to distract yourself.” Oh, he knows her too well. “We still have date night, we have that dinner at my Mom’s on Thursday,”
“The fundraiser party on Saturday,” She adds.
“That too. Just a regular week, but without sex. Unless one of us says ‘I surrender’.”
This is far too easy for her, it's almost unfair. “You have yourself a deal, Mr Ridley. Want to shake on it?”
“I’d rather do something else to seal the deal.” He lets go of her to reach for his phone by the side of the pool, picking it up to look at the illuminated screen before placing it back on the towels, “It’s ten thirty, what do you say we start at midnight?” He places his index finger under her chin, drawing her in and whispers seductively, “And not let this night we have planned go to waste?”
She hums her agreement, “Deal.”
Liam brings her to his lips, pressing against hers with intent, re-sparking that burning desire they felt for one another. Her hands roam, making their way down his chest, stopping at the band of his shorts.
“What was it you said about the jets?” She asks against his mouth between kisses.
He smiles against her lips and unexpectedly grabs her, taking her by surprise, switching their positions. The writer is able to move her easily through the water so that she’s now sitting in his spot, her back against the powerful jets pushing against her, Liam kneeling in front of her. Without a word, her fiancé uses his finger to motion for her to turn around and she complies, now kneeling on the ledge, Liam smug against her back to keep her in position, his arms coming around her, his fingers gripping the sides of the jacuzzi, her own hands covering his.
“Oh, fuck.” She breathes out, understanding entirely why he had insisted on this position, because those damn jets were pushing a constant stream of water towards her pelvis, stimulating her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
On instinct, she leans her head against his shoulder, her back arching as if to get just a little closer, she needs to increase the pressure, get more stimulation, because whilst it feels incredible, it’s nowhere enough to get her off and she’s sure that Liam knows that.
“Told you it would feel good.” He whispers into her ear, his voice husky, naturally lower with lust. It sends a shiver down her spine to hear him be so cocky – a side to him he reserves mainly for the bedroom, knowing it fuels her desires.
She practically whines when he nuzzles at that sweet spot behind her ear and places sporadic kisses against her skin there.
“Liam, I need more,” She pleads, pushing her ass against his front, grinding, feeling his own growing need, drawing a deep, guttural moan from him. She hopes it will provoke him to speed things along a little.
“Okay, sweetheart.” He says, the term of endearment a juxtaposition to the way he not-so-gently uses his strength to push her closer so that she’s practically flush against the jets. He repositions himself against her back to make sure the force of it doesn’t push her away. Then he simply tugs on the strings of her bikini bottoms at both sides, loosening them to the point that the fabric falls off into his hands and throws them carelessly over the side of the jacuzzi.
“Oh!” She screams, loudly. Somewhere it registers in the back of her mind that she’s thankful that they sent the staff home early and prays that Sam is far, far away inside the manor and can’t hear them.
“Is that better?”
What she wants to say is, of course, it’s better, I have a high powered jet directly stimulating my clit and it feels amazing, oh my god, thank god you thought of this, you brilliant man. What she actually manages to say, breathlessly, is, “Yeah.”
“I thought it would be.” He says as he brings a hand up to cup her left breast, rubbing over her nipple there, causing it to harden in response.
Whilst it’s definitely better it’s still not enough, she squirms, seeking more as well as wanting Liam to feel just as good as she is. He must be uncomfortable by now, she can feel how hard he is – how much restraint he’s using. Maybe he would be good at this 7-day no-sex challenge after all. Then again, all it takes is for her to turn her head so that she’s looking back at him, meets his blue eyes and demands he take off his shorts and to “make love to me right here, right now, Liam,” and he’s complying without hesitation.
“Hold onto the side.” He demands, waiting for her to wrap her fingers around the tiles to keep herself still before moving backwards to undress.
His shorts join her clothing over the side of the jacuzzi, hitting the tiled floor with a wet thud. Forgotten.
Then he’s back, one hand covering hers, another on her hip, pressing close, surrounding her. This is what she wanted, what she craved, and like always he takes his damn time, building the suspense, kissing at her neck, teasing her by softly grinding his hardened member against her ass, waiting for the moment she snaps and commands him. They both know Liam loves it when she bosses him around like that.
“Liam.” She grits between her teeth, a warning.
“Bend over, sweetheart,” he orders into her ear.
Fallon surrenders immediately, her breasts now resting on the edge of the jacuzzi, her ass just out of the water, but still able to feel the jets working their magic and leans onto her arms. Only for him. He’s the only one she’s ever allowed to have her this vulnerable, for someone who relishes in being the one to control every situation, she had discovered with him that sometimes, it’s good to give it up to someone she trusts completely.
Liam bends with her, and presses hot kisses down her back, still torturing her with his patience.
“Come on.” She hisses out.
“Alright, alright.”
Eventually relenting, he takes his hand from her hip momentarily to guide himself forward, lines himself up, gives her one last tease by halting there.
She’s having none of it.
Taking him by surprise, she pushes her hips backwards, feels Liam slide into her in one swift move, filling her in the way she is practically pining for. She hears his sharp intake of breath in her ears, a wicked smile forming on her face as she decides that maybe it’s her turn to torture him now. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse of restraint, she starts to move her hips, slow, shallow, just enough to gradually build their orgasms.
Liam’s forehead lands between her shoulder blades, taking a moment to collect himself.
“God, Fallon, you feel so good.” He says, breathless.
His arms circle her waist, around her torso, his hand gripping onto her side as he snaps his hips and starts to meet her thrusts, going deeper, and deeper with each push. Her resolve begins to falter again, her control short-lived as Liam recovers and moves inside her in a way that drives her crazy with need. Wanting to be as joined with him as possible, she turns the palm of her left hand over, laces her fingers with Liam’s, squeezes hard, her peach diamond ring digging into his fingers. He doesn’t seem to mind.
For a while it’s all soft sighs, each other’s names being moaned out in desire, the two of them completely lost in each other and the sensations they’re feeling under a blanket of stars on a quiet summers night.
Until Fallon gets impatient.
“Faster.” She pants out after a few minutes, making a sound of disapproval when instead of conceding to her request, Liam pulls out completely.
It only takes her a second to understand why though when he shifts slightly, placing his foot on the ledge beside her so he can change angles, and – “Fuck, Liam!” directly hits her G-Spot when he slides back in to the hilt. That, combined with the extra stimulation of the jets against her clit makes her a goner. He continues to drive into her like that, hard, deep and unrelenting, exactly what she needs.
She’s already so close, she can feel the pleasure pooling in between her legs, ripples of that intense feeling of pure need surging through her body.
“Right there,” She gasps, hanging her head low between her arms, “Don’t stop.”
She’s on the edge, no going back now, only one way to go.
Liam untangles his hand from hers, threads his fingers through the hair at the base of her scalp and tugs, forcing her head up. That was a particular thrill she’d only recently discovered -the tingling sensation at her scalp when she is close to orgasm, being man-handled by Liam, all of it is incredibly erotic.
“I know you’re close, Fallon,” Liam’s raspy voice utters into her ear, “it’s okay, you can let go. I’ve got you.” He tightens the grip he has on her as if to demonstrate that fact.
He thrusts once, twice, three more times and that’s it – she’s falling, drowning in pleasure, her walls clamping around his member and she squeezes her eyes shut, falling forwards, screaming his name as he works her through her orgasm, drawing out every last second of pleasure he can.
Liam holds her tight to him as her whole body begins to tremble, and she finds she has to turn in his arms, grabbing hold of his shoulders to get away from the feeling of the jets against her now overly-sensitive core. Her mouth finds his in a filthy kiss as she enjoys the aftershocks of her climax, their tongues rolling together, and she lets out a satisfied moan into his mouth.
Her fiancé walks them into the centre of the jacuzzi, away from the ledge, and she throws her legs around his hips, hooking her ankles together. Their kiss remains hot, and desperate, using it to silently thank him. Liam responds in kind, holding her close to him, kissing her like she’s his only source of oxygen.
As she slowly starts to come to her senses again, she realises why he’s still so eager, recognising the pressure pushing against her ass, and without any delicacy, rolls her hips, causing Liam to hiss when she feels his still very stiff member.
Her eyes widen – she knew Liam had good self-control, but not this good. She had assumed that Liam had climaxed when she had, she had been so lost in the moment she had hardly taken any notice, but clearly, he hadn’t. It is possible that this little competition they’d agreed to would be a much more even playing field than she had first expected.
“Wait, Liam, you didn’t-” She says once she pulls away from the kiss.
“I can’t cum in a jacuzzi, Fallon, that’s really unhygienic.”
“The bathtub’s fine though, huh?” She teases.
He shrugs, “Well that’s different, it’s not a communal area.”
A short laugh escapes her in response, and she decides to push her previous thoughts of the competition aside, having other more pressing priorities right now. "Only you would resist an orgasm so that you can avoid explaining to the staff why the jacuzzi needs a thorough clean."
"Or," He says as he takes one of his hands from where they're gripping the tops of her thighs, and brings it up to brush his thumb across her bottom lip, "Maybe I just had other ideas."
She raises an eyebrow, suggestively, understanding exactly what he's implying. After all, she's already 2 steps ahead of him. Her tongue darts out, licking over the pad of his thumb, gazing at him with a sultry expression, "Tell me what you would like me to do for you," she whispers, her voice like honey, before closing her lips fully around his thumb, sliding her tongue against it, sucking hard, moaning filthily just for added effect. She can tell that he's aching for her when she feels his cock twitch in interest against her ass cheek.
"I want you to let me cum in that pretty little mouth of yours."
She smirks, and lets go of his thumb with a pop.
"And what else?"
Liam flexes the hand wrapped around her thigh, squeezing momentarily and takes a deep breath before saying, "Swallow for me."
"Use your manners, Liam."
"Please."
"That's better," She says before unhooking her ankles from around his back, standing on the bottom of the tiled jacuzzi floor and places her palms on his chest to push him backwards.
“Sit on the edge, Liam. Let me take care of you.” She demands, pushing him further.
He acquiesces, throwing her a smirk, and pulls himself almost completely out of the water, leaning back on his elbows. She uses her hands to push his knees far apart, spreading his legs, so that she can kneel between them on the ledge, ensuring she’s away from any of the jets whirring around them, the water just reaching the bottom of her breasts.
The look he gives her is downright dangerous, his eyes smouldering, and she decides to be somewhat kind to him, after all, he did just give her a mind-blowing orgasm and figures he must be really uncomfortable right now. This shouldn’t even take long, she thinks, as she breathes hotly over the tip of his member, making his breath hitch in his throat.
Teasingly, she runs the pad of her index finger up his length before wrapping her fingers around him and instantly, Liam’s moaning and arching up into her touch, chasing the pressure of Fallon’s hand. She can’t help the smirk that forms on her face, relishing in the way she can drive him mad with want.
“Fal, please,” he breathes, his eyes now closed, savouring the feeling of Fallon’s hand stroking him in long, slow strokes. She continues, alternating between stroking down his length and rubbing her thumb in determined circles over the head, using her free hand to scrape her fingernails pleasantly up and down his inner thigh, revelling in how his member occasionally twitches in her hand. As he’d done with her, it isn't quite enough to bring him to orgasm, but clearly feels good enough for him to strain his neck, his body tensing, groaning out her name again.
“Relax, honey.” She says, her voice soothing, and places a kiss on his inner thigh which earns her eye contact, his dark, stormy orbs glaring back at her with a desperate look in them, “I’ll be good to you.”
Keeping his gaze, she hovers over his length, slowly descends and licks around the head, getting the combination of chlorine, precum and the still lingering taste of herself on her tongue. Oh, the things she will do for this man. She swills her tongue around the head a little more to tease him, all the while keeping eye contact with him, heated glances being exchanged until she hears him hold his breath, almost like it’s stuck in his throat, and decides to take mercy on him.
His hand tangles in her hair, gently this time, and it spurs her to start licking her way from the tip and down, her tongue following the vein there. When she makes her way back up and takes Liam all the way down to where her hand is wrapped around his base, he lets go of his breath, a low moan leaving his lips, finally feeling relief.
She bobs her head, each time feeling Liam absentmindedly pulling at her hair more and more as his restraint diminishes. She loves him like this – panting, his brows drawn together, biting his lip, trying – and failing - not to curse.
“God, fuck, Fallon. Just like that, babe.”
It spurs her on even more, using her hand and mouth simultaneously, twisting her wrist in a stimulating rhythm, gradually increasing the speed, and she begins to bring him undone in a matter of minutes.
Fallon knows he’s close when she feels his thigh muscles tense, so she opts to move faster, cupping his balls with her free hand, giving them a gentle squeeze, aiming to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel – if that’s even possible.
“Fallon, I’m close,” He groans out, his voice wrecked.
She simply hums, letting him know it’s okay, she’s got this.
“Fal- Oh my god.“ Descending one last time, she takes in as much as she can and swallows him down when he spills into her mouth, the sensation of her throat closing around his head clearly improving the intensity of his orgasm when he shouts out, “Jesus, Fallon, you’re amazing.”
When he’s practically spent, she licks over the tip, getting every last drop she can until he squirms away from her touch, over-sensitive. “Alright, I think you got it all.” He laughs out, shakily.
She places one last kiss on his softening member, more so that she can hear one last whimper from him, and lets go, using her fingers to wipe across her bottom lip and smiles mischievously as she looks at him.
“Get back in the water.” She demands, feeling how cold his skin is and moves out of the way so that he can slide back into the warmth, his body pliant, relaxed. He’s gazing at her with that pure look of admiration in his eyes that still to this day makes her heart beat just that tiny bit faster. “Can you pass me the champagne?” She asks in a whisper.
Liam reaches behind him, grabbing the half-empty crystal glass and hands it over to her so that she can chase down the salty taste in her mouth with the expensive sparkling wine, swilling it around before completely emptying the glass of its contents.
“Better?” He asks, amused.
She hums, raising her eyebrows, “Oh, the things I do for you,” she returns.
“I greatly appreciate it,” Liam says, taking the now empty glass from her, replacing it on the side and reaches out, taking hold of her hand and pulls her to him. She goes willingly, climbing onto his lap, sitting sideways. Immediately, his hands come around her, intertwining at her hip to keep her in place whilst she rests her elbows on his shoulders, crossing her wrists behind his head. They settle against each other, enjoying the euphoric high of endorphins.
“Well I don’t know about you,” she starts, “but I think that was so good it could keep me satisfied for at least a month.”
He raises his eyebrows at her, “That was amazing, you’re amazing, but a month? Really?”
“Mmhmm.” She replies, her confidence unrelenting. “But, I know I won’t have to wait that long.”
“You’re pretty confident that I’ll give in, aren’t you?”
She leans in closer, inches from his mouth, “You’re forgetting rule number 1, teasing is allowed, I give it 3 days until you surrender, Ridley.”
Liam shakes his head, a smug smile plastered on his face.
“We’ll see.”