Tippy’s note: See what had happened was, this was a work in process for a Thirsty Thursday. I was stuck at the beginning. Then I was chatting about Liam with @lizzybeth1986 and we ended up talking about how disrespectful Liam is sometimes. He will fuck you on the floor, he will fuck you against a door. He will fuck you sitting down, he will fuck you on the ground. No cares about being seen or caught. The fic finished itself.
Disclaimer: Choices owns this and I do not.
Summary: A rendezvous/stolen moment for Halle and Liam
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“We don’t have much time,” Halle breathed.
“I do not need much to make you scream,” Liam hissed as he pressed his lover against the door of the closet they stowed away in.
She gasped, her mouth going slack as he trailed kisses along her neck. She squeezed her arms and legs around him. In return, Liam ground pelvis against hers. She reached down and undid her his pants and grabbed his length.
“Need it…now,” Halle muttered.
“What do you want me to do?”
She ignored him and focused her energies on getting him to penetrate her. Liam pressed against her and then placed his hand on top of hers, stopping her.
Lifting her chin so her gaze could meet his, “I want you to say it.”
She shook her head. He pushed her dress up higher until he thought he could slip his fingers into her folds. His lips formed a sly grin as he felt her wetness.
He hoarsely commanded against her ear, “Tell your king what you want.”
He pressed two of his fingers into her while his thumb massaged her throbbing clit. She moaned in response.
“Halle.”
“I want—”
She was interrupted by her own gasp as Liam massaged her g-spot using the pads of his fingers inside her. Halle felt herself get so close to cumming. He smiled, watching his effect on her.
He attempted to repress a chuckle. “Yes?”
“I want—,” she replied between pants. The tension building within her was both delicious and torture. She was almost there.
“Hmm?”
“I want my king to fuck me.”
He applied more pressure to her clit while he continued to rub. She closed her eyes feeling the pleasure from his touch. Then he stopped rubbing her nub and withdrew his fingers.
“That’s not fair,” Halle groaned.
Her eyes flew open and met his. She did not need perfect lighting to see his thick eyebrow quirk upward.
She let out a defeated sigh before begging, “Please.”
His lips hovered above hers, teasing her when he whispered, “was that so hard, my love?”
She quipped “hopefully your dick is harder.”
He guided his length into her, taking his time, making sure she felt every inch stretch and fill her. Her mouth was agape with a silent moan. Liam muffled his moan against her throat when he reached her depths. Halle’s eyes opened, her dark brown eyes could just make out his in the dim closet lighting. Both were dark with lust. He kissed her again, grabbing her thighs tightly as started to move with purpose.
“Fuck,” she moaned meeting his thrust.
Liam picked up his pace. Halle’s back and ass could be heard hitting the door with every thrust. Each punctuated with a breathy “fuck” uttered from Halle.
The noises echoed along the halls outside the closet but at this point neither cared.
As her orgasm came closer, her fucks became pants. Feeling her tighten around him along with hearing her uttering change brought him closer to ecstasy.
Halle announced her orgasm with a shout that reverberated throughout the cramped closet. Liam kept moving against her tightening embrace while she rode the waves of her climax until he joined her.
Their breathing slowed, and their vice grips slackened as they came down from their high. He rested his forehead on hers. They both smiled.
“Damn,” He said when he finally released her thighs. She giggled.
“You swore.”
Halle placed one shaky leg on the ground then the other. He adjusted his underwear before refastening his pants and belt.
“Yes, I did. I must have picked that up from somewhere.”
“Or I bring it out of you.”
“You are a terrible influence.”
“You love it.”
They kissed again before he opened the closet door, allowing her to exit first. Halle smoothed down her lace sheath. Liam grabbed her hand pulling her to him once again when they were interrupted by an aggravated cough.
“Could you make less of an effort to be discreet?”
Madeleine stood before them. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her face was flush with anger. Her usual look.
“I could hear you two from down the hall.”
Halle scoffed, “Feel like you’re missing out Demon? Maybe you should summon a date.”
She didn’t wait for a retort or a reaction from him. She kissed Liam on the cheek, looking at Madeleine as she did.
“See you later lover.”
She blew him a kiss as she walked away.
Madeleine watched her walk away from her for a moment and huffed. She then turned to her fiancé.
“Maybe I should end our little arrangement if you are unwilling to follow the rules.”
“Is that so?” Liam flippantly asked, adjusting his brand-new jade cufflinks. “My betrothed, you seem to have forgotten, I am the king, and I make the rules.”
With that, he left Madeleine to stand in her anger. She stomped her foot, the sound echoed in the hall to no one that cared.