Where it happened: Restraunt Bathroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
“Babe, hurry that pretty little ass of yours up or we’re going to be late.” My boyfriend’s voice drifted into the bathroom, where I was putting the finishing touches on my make-up.
“Coming!” I called to him, slipping into my heels. I checked the mirror one last time, making sure everything was perfect. It was a big night after all. Liam, my boyfriend of three years, was finally introducing me to his friends.
“Babe” he groaned, “Dinner starts at 8:00 , it’s 7:45.”
“Relax, worrywart.” I replied as I walked into the living room of our shared flat. “We’ll make it there in time.” I hope I added mentally. I grabbed my clutch and met him in the foyer.
Liam was standing there, fidgeting and anxiously checking his watch. I leaned against the doorway and admired him in his stylish black suit. He shifted slightly, and I bit my lip. He looked so good. I wondered for the millionth time why he chose me when he could have any other girl in the world.
His eyes darted up to mine, then traveled slowly down my body, widening as he took in my outfit.
“How do I look?” I asked nervously, pushing my hair behind my ear with one hand.
“I…uh…wow.” Liam walked towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You look good enough to eat. Maybe we should skip dinner and stay home instead.” he purred playfully.
I laughed, though I was extremely tempted to do just that. “We’ve put this dinner off for too long, Liam. If we skip out again, they’ll hate us.”
He sighed unhappily and pouted, “I know.” He said seriously. “But you’ll know what we’ll be doing when we get home.” He breathed into my ear seductively. Things deep inside me clenched at his dark promise and I shivered.
The car ride was intense. Liam was an excellent driver, but he continued to stroke my thigh possessively, making me squirm in my seat. “Liam…” I scolded.
“Yes, babe?” He smiled cheekily at me. I rolled my eyes and stilled his hand on my thigh.
A thought nagged at the back of my mind. “Are you sure they’ll like me” My voice quivered with anxiety.
Liam looked over at me, noticing my nervousness. His brow creased, “Viv, there’s no need to worry. They’re going to love you. Just like I do.” Looking into his deep, brown eyes, my heart skipped a beat and the cold knot of dread in my stomach eased. I can do this. I thought.
We arrived at the restaurant a few minutes past 8. The boys apparently hadn’t arrived yet . “Typical” Liam had muttered under his breath.The maitre brought us to the bar, where we waited for the boys to arrive.
“They’re here.” he told me , “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”
He walked over to them. I drummed my fingers on the counter.
“Would you like anything,Ma’am?”
I told the bartender to give me his strongest drink. He nodded and poured it into a cup. I drank it all at once and drank some more to calm my nervousness. Liam came back and told me they were waiting for us in the V.I.P room. We walked over there and there sat 4 gorgeous boys. They smiled and waved.
“Damn, man. You snagged yourself the perfect girl. Wished I had met her first.” his friend winked at me and the rest of the boys whooped in agreement. I blushed and smiled so hard it hurt my cheeks. I looked over at my boyfriend, eager to see his reaction.
Liam smiled tightly at him, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I frowned, concerned by his silence.
“Babe?” I asked worriedly, touching his forearm lightly.
His eyes darted over to me and narrowed. He stood suddenly, roughly grabbing my arm.
“We’ll be back soon mates.” he said vaguely to the boys before pulling me out of the room. I stumbled, still a little drunk, and tried to keep up with his long angry strides.
“Liam!” I whisper-shouted, trying not to make a scene. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
He remained silent and dragged me into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. I leaned against the sink for support as my head swam.
“What the hell, Liam? What’s your problem?”
He turned to me, “What is MY problem?! My problem is that my girlfriend is flirting with my mates!” he snarled.
My jaw dropped in shock.
“Excuse me? I am NOT flirting with the boys, Liam.” I replied, outraged at his suggestion. “I cannot believe you would even say that to me. How dare you.”
He stalked towards me and pinned me against the cool wall, his arms caged my head.
“You are flirting with them. I’m not blind.”
“I am not.” I hissed angrily.
“Yes. you. are.” He growled.
“No. I. am. not. ” I growled back, anger flooding my hazy mind. My words were a bit slurred.
“Are you drunk?” he asked suddenly, his hand gripping the back of my neck. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Fuck you, Liam.” was my only reply as I moved to leave.
He shoved me back against the wall and his lips slammed into mine in a bruising kiss. Despite my anger, I moaned into his mouth. Our tongues battled for dominance. His teeth sank into my bottom lip and I whimpered.
“Liam, stop.” I panted against his mouth. “We can’t do this right now. You’re angry.”
“I am.” He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I turned away, trying to resist his advances.
“S-stop….”
“Shut up!” His hand covered my mouth, stopping my protests, and he buried his face into my neck. He sucked at my sweet spot and I moaned.
“You like that, don’t you?” he teased huskily. I could only close my eyes and nod.
His free hand roughly trailed down my body, cupping my breast. He tugged my dress down. Cool air hit my naked chest, making my nipples pucker. He took one into his mouth, and I arched into his touch, whimpering at the pleasure.
While his mouth was working, his hand traveled even further down. My hand flew up to grip his head; his short locks tickled my palms. I dug my nails into his scalp.
Liam hiked up my dress to my waist and, forcing my legs apart with his knee, cupped my pussy. My yelp was muffled by his hand. He chuckled darkly against my breast as his fingers slipped between my legs to pull down my thong. Two digits thrust into me harshly, making my hips buck up. I moaned.
“You’re so wet. Who made you like this?” His voice hardened. “It wasn’t Nick,Matthew,or Andrew! It was me.”
His thumb strummed my clit skillfully. His finger curled inside me, hitting my g-spot. My head fell back against the wall. Pleasure blanked my mind.
So close. He thrust faster and faster and I writhed uncontrollably against him. He stopped.
I nearly screamed in frustration. He moved his hand from my mouth. I opened it to tell him to keep going and he shoved his fingers, wet with my juices, into my mouth.
“Suck them clean.” He ordered me, his other fingers now tangled in my hair. Shuddering, I obeyed. I had never been so turned on in my life.
“Liam…” I moaned. “Fuck me.”
“Beg for it.” His hands now cupped my ass and he pulled me roughly against his hard erection. I bit my lip.
“Liam please. I need you inside me.”
He made a sound of approval and let me go. “Turn around and bend over.”
I shivered at his command, but turned away from him and braced my hands on the wall to balance.
His hand came down on my ass, making me yelp at the brief pain. “This is how I like you, love. Bent over, ready to be fucked.” I swallowed hard.
“Spread your legs. I’m going to fuck you hard.” As soon as I did, he slammed into me in one brutal thrust.
I screamed at the sudden penetration, balancing on the sharp edge of pleasure and pain. He gave me no time to adjust, rutting into me faster and faster.
“How does this feel?” he asked smugly.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out, only moans.
“I said, how does it feel?” he punctuated each word with a thrust, his hips grinding into mine.
“So..good. Please don’t stop.”
He wrapped one hand in my hair, tugging my head back. His other slid between my legs to rub my clit.
“Oh my god. Liam.”
“You’re mine, Viviana.” he growled into my ear. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” His thrusts became frantic and he gripped my hair tigheter. “Say it!”
“Yours!” I screamed. “I’m yours.” The words popped free as I orgasmed in a wave of heat. “Oh god, Liam!”
“Yes!” he roared, arching his back as he came.
We both lay in the aftermath, panting and satisfied. My legs trembled and I could barely stay standing.
“I’m sorry.” Liam broke the silence, pulling out of me gently. He picked me up tenderly and placed me on the sink, fixing my dress and cleaning me up.
“I was jealous of how they were looking at you.”
Cupping his face I said, “Liam, I only love you. Only you.”
He kissed my palm and covered it with his much larger hand. “I know. I love you too. Please forgive me.”
I smiled at him, “There’s nothing to forgive. let’s get dressed and get back to the boys.”
I looked in the mirror and gaped. So much for looking perfect. My hair was now a mess and my make-up was smeared. Not to mention, there was a trail of hickeys across my neck.
“Liam….”
“Sorry babe.”
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