Chapter 340: Morning Sex [+R18]

The heavy curtains were drawn completely shut, keeping the master bedroom in a thick, cool gloom.

Liam opened his eyes and stared at the dark ceiling for a moment, letting his head clear before he threw off the thin grey sheet.

He stood up, walking across the cool hardwood floor until he reached the far wall. With a sharp, heavy tug, he pulled back the thick fabric.

Bright morning sunlight flooded the room, hitting his tall, broad frame.

He stood completely naked by the glass, resting one hand against the wooden frame as he looked down at the property below.

The compound wasn’t massive, but it was solid.

A black iron gate guarded the paved driveway, where his black BMW M4 sat parked on the stone pavers, its dark paint catching the early sun.

Beyond the driveway was a clean patch of green lawn lined with low stone borders and a pair of young palm trees.

It was quiet, secluded, and completely private.

Liam rested his weight against his front leg, his eyes sweeping over the quiet yard.

’Living in that tiny apartment off campus used to be fine,’ Liam thought, a faint smirk touching his mouth as he looked down at the M4. ’It kept me low-profile. But after spending so much time around Elena’s massive estate, going back to a single cramped room feels ridiculous. A man needs space.’

The new place wasn’t a sprawling mansion like Elena’s, but it had its own clear weight.

It was a modern two-story build with high ceilings, polished concrete floors downstairs, and wide glass panels that let in plenty of daylight.

It had three large bedrooms, a clean open-plan kitchen, and a private driveway.

It was just ten minutes from the university campus, though with the car outside, distance didn’t matter much anyway.

A pair of warm hands slid around his waist from behind. Soft, bare breasts pressed flat against his lower back, and a small hand reached low, her fingers wrapping tight around his flaccid length.

Stella rested her cheek against his shoulder blade, her teeth sinking into the side of his neck with a quick, deliberate bite.

"Come back to bed," Stella murmured, her voice raspy from sleep.

Liam didn’t flinch.

He turned his head slowly, looking over his shoulder with complete disinterest.

Stella was completely bare, her dark hair falling wild over her shoulders, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of attitude and hunger.

Liam reached up, his fingers tangling deep into her dark hair, and yanked her head back with a firm pull.

Instead of pulling away, Stella let out a soft gasp, her eyes widening as a flush of heat covered her cheeks.

"Don’t give me orders," Liam said, his voice flat.

He shoved her backward.

Stella stumbled across the floor and landed hard on her back across the wide king-sized bed.

Her bare legs parted naturally, her hips tilting up off the dark grey duvet while her breasts settled against her ribs.

Liam stepped toward the bed, his dark eyes locked on her. His shaft was already swelling, growing thick and heavy as he stopped right at the edge of the mattress.

"As punishment, get on your knees," Liam said. "Take it."

Stella let out a soft laugh, shifting her hips across the mattress. She slid forward, arching her back as she reached for his legs. "I wasn’t ordering you... I was just asking..."

Liam didn’t bother arguing.

He stepped flush against the edge of the bed, reached down, and took a firm grip of her chin. He aligned his thick head with her parted lips and pressed forward.

The thick head of his shaft pushed past her teeth, forcing her lips wide open. Stella caught her breath through her nose, her jaw stretching as he pushed the first two inches past her tongue.

"Mmph..."

Liam didn’t stop.

He held her chin steady and pushed his hips forward again. Her mouth expanded to take him, her tongue flattening out under the weight of his shaft.

The smooth skin of his length slid past her lips, coating itself in her warm saliva as he pushed deeper until his head tapped the back of her throat.

Stella’s eyes watered instantly. Two clear tears ran down her flushed cheeks, but she didn’t pull away.

Her hands came up, her fingers gripping the backs of his thighs, her fingernails pressing into his muscle.

Liam pulled back slowly, dragging his shaft almost all the way out until just the tip remained behind her lips. Then he drove forward again, smooth and steady.

*Slurp*

The wet sound of her mouth taking him echoed in the quiet bedroom.

Liam established a slow, heavy pace, pulling back until his head cleared her teeth, then pressing all the way in until her nose pressed right against his lower stomach.

Stella’s throat flexed around him with every thrust. She closed her eyes, letting her head bob rhythmically with his hips.

She began working her tongue around the underside of his shaft, swallowing down the saliva that pooled around his entry.

Liam looked down at her dark hair, his thumb resting against her cheekbone. He sped up the pace slightly, the wet sliding sound growing louder as his hips met her face with rhythmic, steady thuds.

Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked hard around his width, taking every inch he gave her without fighting the depth.

"That’s it," Liam muttered, his voice low and heavy.

He grabbed a handful of her dark hair with his free hand, holding her head at the exact angle he wanted.

He pulled back and drove deep, hitting the back of her throat with more force. Stella let out a muffled whimper, her chest heaving as her throat clamped down tight around his tip.

Liam kept the rhythm continuous.

Five inches out, six inches back in.

The slick friction of her mouth warmed his whole lower body, the tight constriction of her throat pulling hard at his length with every stroke.

Stella’s eyes opened, looking up at him through her wet lashes, her jaw working hard to accommodate his size as her breath came out in warm, ragged puffs against his stomach.

Liam felt a tight, heavy coil snap in his lower abdomen. The intense heat rushed straight to his tip.

He tightened his grip on her hair, locking her head in place against his thighs. He pulled back one last time and drove his hips all the way forward, burying his entire length to the very hilt deep into her throat.

"MMMM-MMMPH!"

Stella’s back arched off the bed, her fingers clutching his legs tightly as her entire body went rigid. Liam held her pinned flush against him, a low grunt breaking from his chest as his shaft pulsed violently.

A thick stream of his warm release poured straight down into her throat.

Stella’s esophagus flexed repeatedly, her neck muscles working in tight, visible gulps as she swallowed down every pulse of his seed under the immense pressure.

He held her there for three heavy pumps before slowly pulling his hips back.

His wet length popped free from her lips with a loud slide.

Stella collapsed sideways onto the bed, her chest heaving as she panted for air, wiping a stray drop of sweat and saliva from her chin while swallowing down the remainder of his release.

Liam turned without a word and walked straight into the master bathroom.

He stepped into the large glass shower, turning the handle until warm water poured down from the overhead fixture.

He stood under the spray, rinsing his face and hair as steam filled the enclosure.

A minute later, the glass door slid open.

Stella stepped into the shower completely bare, the warm water instantly wetting her dark hair and sending it down her back.

She didn’t say anything. She stepped up behind Liam, grabbing a washcloth and soaping it up.

Liam kept his back to her, rinsing under the main spray.

Liam didn’t move as the warm water cascaded down his back, steam filling the glass enclosure until the outside bedroom was just a blurred outline.

Behind him, Stella dropped the washcloth to the tiled floor with a soft slap.

Her wet hands slid across his hips, her palms slick with body wash, before reaching low between his thighs.

Her small fingers closed firmly around his length.

"Let me wash this for you..." she whispered against his shoulder blade, her warm breath cutting through the mist.

Liam rested one forearm against the wet tile wall, keeping his face under the falling water. "Go ahead."

Stella brought her second hand forward, cupping the base of his shaft while her right hand began a long, deliberate slide upward.

Her skin was coated in a thick, slippery lather that minimized all friction, allowing her palm to glide effortlessly over his skin.

She reached the top, her thumb pressing into the sensitive groove beneath his head, before drawing her hand back down to the base in a slow, agonizingly steady pulse.

*Slick. Slick. Slick*

The sound of her soapy hands working his length mixed with the heavy patter of the shower spray.

Liam’s head tilted back against the wall, his eyes closing as a sharp, electric warmth spread from his groin straight up his spine.

"Mmm..." Liam let out a low, deep exhale.

Stella felt the immediate response beneath her fingers. His length twitched, expanding and hardening rapidly against her palms.

She didn’t speed up. Instead, she tightened her grip slightly, rotating her hands in opposite directions as she stroked up toward the tip, twisting her wrists in a smooth rhythm that massaged every inch of his expanding shaft.

She leaned closer, her bare breasts pressing flat against his back, her wet nipples rubbing against his skin with every stroke of her arms.

"You like how slick this feels, don’t you?" Stella murmured into his neck, her tongue darting out to lick a stray droplet of water from his skin.

Her right hand worked the head, her thumb circling his tip in tight, continuous loops while her left hand maintained a firm, squeezing pump at the base.

She stroked him all the way up until his shaft was rock-hard, fully engorged, and throbbing against her fingers.

She kept the pace steady for minutes, letting the soap and warm water build the sensation higher and higher until his breath turned heavy and uneven.

Every time he thought she was going to push him to the edge, she slowed her stroke down to a long, dragging pull, drawing out the tension until his hips involuntarily twitched backward against her thighs.

"You’re taking your time," Liam grunted, his fingers digging slightly into the grout between the tiles.

"I am," Stella whispered, her teeth lightly grazing his earlobe as her hands continued their wet, twisting rhythm below. "I want to make sure it’s completely clean..."

She slid her hands all the way down, her fingers sliding behind his shaft to cup his weight, lifting him slightly before running her palms up his rigid length one last, tight time.

Liam reached back, his large hand wrapping around her wrist, bringing her stroke to a sudden, absolute halt.

"That’s enough of that," Liam said, his voice dropping into a low, commanding register.

Stella let out a soft, breathless laugh through her nose.

She slipped out from behind him, stepping through the stream of falling water to stand directly in front of his chest.

Her dark hair was plastered against her neck and shoulders, water running in steady streams down her collarbones and over her full breasts.

She stepped backward until her bare back pressed flat against the wet glass wall of the shower. Lifting both arms, she rested her palms high against the glass on either side of her head.

Slowly, deliberately, she slid her right foot out, spreading her knees wide against the tiled floor.

The warm shower water ran down her flat stomach, channeling straight between her thighs. Her pink entrance was fully exposed, swollen, flushed, and dripping wet, glistening under the bright bathroom lights.

Stella looked up at him through her wet eyelashes, a confident, hungry smirk touching her lips.

"Is this better?" Stella purred.