Page 13 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
“If I give you a blow job, will you tell me?”
“No.”
“If I give you a blow job right now, in the car, will you tell me?” He doesn’t immediately respond this time. I’ve got him.
“Fuck, Bambi.” I smile victoriously. I don’t even wait for him to say anything more. I just lean across the center console and start unbuttoning his jeans. He helps me move them down, exposing his cock. Then, holding his dick in my hand, I start by giving him a long lick up the underside of his shaft, pausing at the top to apply pressure to his head.
“Are you going to tell me if I give you this blow job?”
“No shit, Bambi. I’d give you anything right now if you’d just put my dick between your sweet lips.”
“Say no more,” I whisper before lowering my mouth down around him. He hisses, and the car begins to slow.
“Hold on, baby,” Liam says to me as he turns the car off the main highway and onto a heavily wooded dirt road. He puts the car in park and I get back to work. I suck him down, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, before moving my hand onto his base to assist. My mouth sucks, and my hand pulls, and I get wet knowing how much he likes my blow jobs.
“Baby, you’re my fucking favorite thing in the world…andthis…is my favorite thing you do.” He’s white knuckling the steering wheel above my head as I continue taking him down my throat until he places one of his large hands on the back of my head and starts thrusting deeper. He’s close, and I let out a little moan, getting so turned on, knowing I get him like this. Whenever he comes in my mouth, he absolutely loses it, bucking his hips and groaning. I suck a little bit harder and pull him a little bit deeper, and he’s gone.
“Bambi, FUCK.” He thrusts into me hard as I swallow his cum. “Fucking hell, baby.” He sighs out, then gently strokes the back of my neck as he starts to come down. I clean him off with my tongue before sitting back up, and the minute I do, he launches himself at me. Holding both sides of my face betweenhis hands, he slams his mouth over mine not caring that he can probably taste himself on me.
He pulls away just enough to say, “You have no clue what power you have over me when you do that. I’d give you the fucking world, the deed to my house, every penny if you asked.” I smile and blush, slightly embarrassed, but loving the praise he showers on me.
“Good to know. But all I’m asking is where you’re taking me.” He gives me one more peck before sitting back down and refastening his jeans.
“We’re going to Yosemite. I booked us a cottage at The Ahwahnee.” I’m pretty sure my mouth falls open. How does he just get me? He’s moving to put the car into reverse, but I stop him. Reaching over, I grab his face between my hands and I kiss him with everything I have. It’s a kiss that saysI fucking love you, Liam Millar.I don’t say it out loud, though. It’s too soon.
I release him and he smiles at me, my favorite smile in the world. “Is that alright with you, Bambi?”
“More than alright. It’s been on my bucket list. For years. I don’t think you understand how excited I am right now.”
“Oh, I think I do, baby.” He reaches out and runs his thumb over my bottom lip, his gaze set upon my mouth. I blush. He gets just as excited over my blow jobs as I do over a trip to Yosemite. He drops his hand, patting my leg. “Buckle up, buttercup. And no more bjs if you wanna get there before sunset.”
“Yes, sir,” I say as I sit back in my seat. I’ve got the stupidest, biggest smile plastered all over my face because of this man. He absolutely blows me away.
I drop my head into the sweatshirt and inhale. The memory of us tangled in the sheets that week makes me want to cry all over again.You suck, Liam Millar.
I go straight upstairs after leaving the garage. Discarding my dress and panties on my closet floor, I slip his sweatshirt on and walk right over to my bed. Flipping the duvet cover back, I slide in between the cool sheets and lay down. I trail my hands over my breasts, feeling my bare, already-hard nipples chafe against the inside of his sweatshirt. When I get to the part in my legs, I drop my knees open and slip my fingers over my clit and into my hot center.
I’m soaking wet.Of course I am. Sex with Liam just did something to me. Apparently itstilldoes something to me if I’m dripping wet over a memory. I slip two fingers inside myself and use my other hand to massage my clit, and I think about him. On top of me, sliding over me, thrusting into me. Praising me.
I push my fingers deeper, curling them, and my hips start grinding to get a better angle. I’m already close. I push down on my clit and increase the tempo of my finger thrusts and with closed eyes, my back arches, and I see his face. I see his body towering over mine. I can almost feel the heat radiating off his hard muscles as he tenses because knowing I’m close brings him closer, too. Instinctively, I want to moan his name. It seems like the natural thing to do, but I don’t let myself.
I can picture him in my dreams all I want, but his name passing through my mouth gives him credence in this space, and this is a Liam-free zone. So I bite down on my lip, hard, as my muscles tighten and clench around my fingers. My back arches again and I push my hips and feet down into the mattress as myorgasm rocks my frame.Fuck. I’ve forgotten what that’s like. It’s been…five weeks and…five days since I’ve had an orgasm. I drop my hands down, onto the bed and sigh.
Matthias
I check my watch for what feels like the hundredth time.She should be here by now.I scan the parking lot again.Maybe I missed her?But no, I still don’t see her SUV anywhere. The only thing indicating she might already be here is the BMW loaner car parked right in front of the office door.Maybe she took her car in for service and she’s driving a loaner?Her appointment is in five minutes, and it’s not like Britain to be late.
Fuck.I was really hoping to catch herbeforethe appointment, so I could talk to her, but now there’s probably not enough time anyways. Her ultrasound’s today, and while I’ve been dying to ask if I can go in with her, I haven’t gotten the nerve to bring it up. Or the moment hasn’t been right. Or the girls have been around.Or I’ve been too scared of the answer.
She didn’t invite me to come, but I knew what time her appointment was today and I wanted to surprise her. Not just with my presence, but also with the rest of the afternoon, too. I’d hoped to catch her as she was walking in, and that’s when I’d finally do it. I’d ask her what I’ve been meaning to for weeks. Because I don’t want to be just some guy she’s dating, I want to be her boyfriend. Herseriousboyfriend.
It was always supposed to be me taking care of her and this baby. I can practically hear my Dad’s voice echoing in my head about taking care of “his girls.”Yeah, I’m trying, Dad.And I want to be there for all the baby things, including theultrasounds. Because if things keep going the way I hope, this baby will be my child, too. I don’t want to miss seeing one of their ultrasounds because I was too scared to put myself out there and tell Britain that I see a future with her. A future family, with this baby —and hopefully a few more.
But I’m starting to get this weird, gut feeling it’s not gonna happen the way I planned.Fuck it.I get out of my SUV and head into the office. A quick scan of the waiting room as soon as I walk in reveals what I already knew: She’s not here. As I approach the front desk, Silas walks out from the back, talking with a patient, so I wait a moment until he’s finished.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, brother?” Silas asks me as he moves to set down a file.
“Hey, is Britain already here?” I don’t know why I’m suddenly nervous.Is she okay?I haven’t talked to her all day in an attempt to hype up the element of surprise.
