Living Dangerously
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I don’t own any of the characters, I’m just borrowing them for a while.
Author’s Notes- This is another request fic, with the prompt “good girl”. I did actually go NSFW with this one, even though I wasn’t sure I couldn’t pull it off with the Liam/MC pairing, but this one kind of wrote itself.
Pairing- Liam/MC
Summary- Liam shows his naughty side at the Cordonian Derby.
Rating- NSFW
Words- 610
“I can’t believe an entire year has passed since I arrived in Cordonia.” I reminisced as Liam led me to his box where we would watch the Derby.
Another Cordonia social season was underway, except this time I wasn’t just another suitor: I was Liam’s wife and the Queen of Cordonia.
“A whole year since you talked Drake into letting you watch with us,” Liam teased me, “flaunting the rules right from the start.”
“I got lost!” I defended and then grinned. “Besides, you loved doing those push-ups with me on your back.”
“Best bet I’ve ever lost,” he agreed, wrapping his arms around me.
“Where is Drake?” I asked after a moment, realizing the box was empty. “And Hana and Maxwell?” We had invited our friends to watch with us.
“I’m sure there’ll be here, eventually,” Liam said with a grin, pushing me down on to one of the plush sofas.
“Liam, what are you up to?” I demanded, recognizing that look.
“Just taking some private time with my lovely fiancé,” he told me, taking the seat next to me.
“Liam, we’re in public.” I reminded him. It wasn’t that I was opposed to taking risks, but we didn’t exactly have the kind of lives that allowed us to do it. I could only imagine the headlines that would run if we were caught having sex in public.
“And we’re just going to be sitting here, watching the first race,” Liam assured me innocently. I wondered if I had misjudged him and then I noticed that his hand was creeping up my leg, under the hem of my dress.
“Liam!” I hissed as his fingers caressed my thigh.
He just smiled at me, his hand slipping into my panties. Oh my god.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I whispered, biting my lip as he began to stroke me with his fingers.
“Just consider it a perk of being my wife,” he teased, shifting his hand to get a better angle. Then he slipped a finger into me, then another, pumping them in and out at a steady pace while running his thumb over my clit. “I mean, I have to do something to help alleviate the boredom of all these stuffy events.”
“Liam,” I ground out, even as I arched into his talented hand. My breathing was starting to get labored, but I was trying to keep a collected look on my face just in case anyone could see into the box.
Liam sped up his pace, moving his fingers In and out of me at a rhythm guaranteed to send me over the edge. “Come for me, baby,” he encouraged.
I groaned and did just that, biting my lip hard to keep from shouting.
“Good girl,” Liam whispered when I was done, “that’s what I like to see.” He removed his hand and carefully wiped it on his handkerchief and then leaned over and gave me a long, lingering kiss just as the door to the box opened and Hana, Maxwell, Penelope, Olivia and Drake piled in.
“Should we come back?” Drake asked, raising an eyebrow at us.
“No, we’re good,” I told him, leaning back on the couch and motioning for them to all take seats.
“We would have been here earlier, but Maxwell swore that Liam told him 12:30, not 12:00,” Olivia said, glaring at Maxwell.
I raised an eyebrow at Liam, who just smirked and leaned back contentedly. I smiled at our friends. “Well, you’re here now and you only missed the first race. Why don’t we send for some drinks and enjoy the derby?”
- End
