Chapter 341: Morning Sex 2 [+R18]

Liam didn’t say another word. He stepped into the warm stream of water, closing the small distance between them until his wet chest pressed flush against her bare, slick skin.

He reached down, his large hand taking a broad, firm grip under her right knee.

He lifted her leg high, hooking her thigh over his hip, exposing the wet, swollen pink folds of her core directly to his thick length.

Liam aligned his rock-hard shaft at her entrance. Her body was burning hot, slick with a mixture of soapy water and her own natural moisture.

He pressed his hips forward slowly, feeling her tight walls stretch wide to accommodate his head, before driving all the way home in one long, continuous thrust that buried him to the hilt.

"AANNHHH!"

Stella’s head whipped back, her skull thumping lightly against the wet glass tile as a sharp, breathless gasp tore from her lips.

Her fingers dug desperately into his broad shoulders, her nails scraping over his wet skin as her inner walls clamped down tight, pulsing around his shaft in a series of intense, velvet spasms.

Liam didn’t give her a second to adjust to his size. He pulled back until his head almost cleared her wet lips, then drove back in with heavy, deliberate force.

*Slurp. Slurp. Slurp*

The wet, rhythmic slapping of his hips against her plush thighs echoed loudly over the steady roar of the shower spray.

Every thrust lifted her whole body slightly against the glass wall.

Liam’s hand moved from her leg up to her waist, his thumb pressing deep into her soft hip bone, locking her body in place as he pounded into her wet heat with cold, relentless power.

"Oh god... Liam... yes!" Stella whimpered, her dark hair clinging to her cheeks and neck as streams of warm water ran over her nose and parted lips.

The angle was ridiculously deep, his tip slamming flush against her sensitive inner core with every single drive.

Her breasts flattened against his chest, her erect nipples rubbing against his skin with every heavy stroke.

Stella’s head rolled from side to side against the tile, her loud, broken moans filling the small, steam-filled enclosure as her toes curled tight against the floor.

"You like this?" Liam growled low in her ear, his teeth grazing her wet earlobe while his lower body accelerated the pace into a fast, punishing rhythm.

"I love it! Don’t stop... hit it harder!" she pleaded, her voice cracking as her inner muscles began to grip him with frantic, irresistible force.

Liam took her at her word. He adjusted his weight, lifted her slightly higher, and began slamming into her with raw, unfiltered power.

His hips met hers with heavy, wet impacts, churning the water and soap into a lather between their bodies until Stella shattered completely.

A high-pitched, breathless shriek tore from her throat as her climax hit her like a tidal wave.

Her entire body went rigid against the glass, her inner walls milking his shaft in tight, rhythmic pulses that drove Liam straight over his own edge.

The intense, crushing suction of her core snapped his restraint. Liam let out a low, guttural growl, driving himself as deep as he could possibly go, holding her pinned flush against the tile as his release shot hot and heavy straight into her pulsing depth.

They stayed pinned together under the falling water for a long moment, chest-to-chest, breathing heavily into the steam as the final ripples of their climax subsided.

Liam slowly pulled back, letting his length slide free with a wet sound. He turned off the shower handle, the roar of the water cutting out instantly.

"I have to go to class," Liam said plainly, wiping the water from his eyes and stepping out onto the bath mat.

Stella stayed leaning against the wet tile for a second, her bare legs trembling slightly, before she gave him a weak, satisfied smile. "Okay..."

Liam walked out into the master bedroom, wrapping a dark towel around his waist. He opened the wide wooden wardrobe and began selecting his clothes for the day.

Stella walked in a minute later, still completely bare, water glistening on her skin. She didn’t bother grabbing a towel.

She simply climbed back onto the king-sized bed, crawling over the duvet, and propped her chin in her hands, watching him intently as he dressed.

Liam pulled on a pair of dark denim jeans, zipping them up over his hips.

He grabbed a fitted grey t-shirt, pulling it over his broad shoulders, and finished with his black leather jacket.

He strapped his watch onto his wrist and grabbed his car keys from the nightstand.

When he turned to leave the room, Stella slid off the bed and followed right behind him.

They walked down the wide, polished stairs, her bare feet making soft clicking sounds against the steps.

Liam walked down the hallway toward the front entrance, expecting her to stay inside the house. He unlocked the heavy front door, pulled it open, and stepped out onto the paved driveway under the bright morning sun.

He turned around to lock the door behind him and froze dead in his tracks.

Stella was standing right there on the concrete porch outside, completely naked, the bright sunlight illuminating every single inch of her bare body.

Liam stared at her, his eyes wide in utter disbelief. He quickly glanced around the quiet suburban street to see if any of the neighbors were looking.

"Are you crazy?!" Liam hissed, keeping his voice down. "Get back inside!"

Stella didn’t look intimidated in the slightest. She rested her hands on her hips, her dark eyes looking straight into his without a single trace of shame or hesitation.

"I’m going with you," Stella said calmly.

"Hell no, you’re not!" Liam spat back, glaring at her. "You are literally stark naked out here!"

Stella looked down at her own body, completely unbothered by the fact that she didn’t have a single stitch of clothing on.

A subtle, mischievous smirk touched her lips as she took a slow step forward toward him.

"I told you, I’m going with you," she repeated softly. "And as for being naked..."

She stepped directly into the dark shadow Liam’s tall frame cast on the concrete driveway.

The moment her feet touched his shadow, her body began to sink downward, as if the solid ground beneath her had turned into deep, black water.

Liam’s jaw dropped. "What the fuck..."

He spun around wildly, looking up and down the street to see if anyone in the neighboring houses had just witnessed a woman melting into the floorboards. Luckily, the street was quiet.

He turned back to his shadow.

Stella had descended completely into the black outline on the ground, leaving only her head and neck sticking up out of his shadow on the concrete, like a swimmer floating in a dark pool.

Her dark hair rested flat against the shadow, her chin resting right near his boots.

She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. "We should go now. We don’t want to be late."

Liam stared down at her head sticking out of his shadow, his mind struggling to process what he was looking at. "I... I didn’t know you could do that."

"There are a lot of things you don’t know I can do," Stella’s voice echoed softly from the ground. "Now come on. We can leave."

Liam let out a long, heavy sigh of utter defeat. He looked down the street and noticed a neighbor two houses down walking out to fetch their morning paper.

He couldn’t stand around arguing with a head sticking out of his shadow.

"Fine," Liam muttered under his breath.

He turned around, walked over to his black BMW M4, unlocked the doors with a beep, and climbed into the driver’s seat.

His shadow moved with him, carrying Stella along the ground effortlessly until he sat down inside the leather interior.

He started the engine, the powerful exhaust roaring to life, and drove out of the private driveway, heading straight toward the city.

Ten minutes later, Liam pulled up to the curb outside Miss Kelly’s apartment building. He put the car in park and waited.

A moment later, the glass lobby doors opened, and Kelly stepped out. She looked gorgeous, wearing a tight floral sundress that hugged her waist and hips, her blonde hair falling neatly over her shoulders.

She walked up to the passenger side, opened the door, and slipped into the leather seat.

"Good morning," Kelly said with a bright, warm smile.

She leaned over the center console, pressing her soft lips against his in a sweet, lingering morning kiss.

Suddenly, without Liam even touching the gas pedal, the BMW lurked forward violently.

The tires screeched against the asphalt, the car lurching two feet forward as if someone had just stomped full force on the accelerator pedal.

Kelly snapped back into her seat, her hand flying to the dashboard in absolute shock as her heart hammered against her ribs.

"Liam!" Kelly gasped, her eyes wide as she looked at him in utter terror. "Be careful next time! You almost crashed us into the curb!"

Liam sat frozen in the driver’s seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned completely white.

He didn’t look at Kelly. Instead, his eyes slowly drifted down to the dark shadow cast beneath his own legs near the pedals.

’Alright... I am so going to deal with you later,’ Liam thought to himself, his jaw clenching as he gritted his teeth in dark, promise-filled rage.