What’s Meant to Be (Part 1/3)

Note: This is a NSFW request from @writtenbycandy with the prompts, “Could he make you feel as good as I do”, “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” and “You taste like fucking candy.” I’m really sorry for being terrible to Maxwell in this fic, but I really couldn’t think of any other option but the Vegas fling with the first prompt, and I just couldn’t do it to Drake, so sorry Maxwell. I also took liberties to just do what I wanted with the scene, so there are some similarities to the diamond scene, but I made up the dialogue and most of what happened.

Maxwell had given Riley a free pass to sleep with Liam in Vegas. She didn’t specify who she would be hooking up with, but Maxwell knew Liam was the only option Riley would go for. Maxwell had gone back to his room immediately so as not to see Riley going off with another man, but when Maxwell came to Riley’s door the next morning, he asked directly how her night with Liam had gone. She should have known then something was off, maybe even before that point, but she had chosen Maxwell and was committed to her decision. Riley was happy with him, she really was. He was sweet, funny, and always there for her when Liam couldn’t be. That’s why she ended up falling for him instead. But just because she fell for Maxwell, it didn’t mean she automatically got over Liam. Riley had thought being with Liam one more time would confirm the depth of her love for Maxwell, but now she wasn’t so sure.

Maxwell continued to say he okay with her choice, but he wouldn’t stop bringing it up. It had only been a couple days but he still seemed distant. They hadn’t had sex since Riley had been with Liam. Here it was, the night before the wedding, and Riley was hoping to change that, so they could both go into the marriage assured it was all behind them – that they were in love and meant to be.

Maxwell stroked Riley’s hair idly while she waited for him to make a move. “You know, I was happy to give you closure with Liam, but a part of me wonders why you had to have him one last time.“

“Maxwell, you need to stop dwelling on this. I’m here in bed, naked, with you. I want you, not Liam.” She wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince more.

“I’m sorry, I’m just questioning if you wanted him one more time because I don’t measure up, but then I think of us together and things seem great. Tell me Riley. Was that it? “Could he make you feel as good as I do?…Or even better than I do?” Maxwell winced, bracing for her answer.

“What? No, of course not Maxwell.” She Lied. Sex with Maxwell was good. It was fun, and he was a generous lover. What he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. However, being with Liam that night brought everything back in a way she wasn’t expecting. She was able to squash it back down again and pretend it wasn’t there, but now Maxwell stroking her hair like he did, asking that question, just like he did, took her right back to that night and all the emotions she felt.

—–

Riley sidled up to Liam at the bar. “What is the King of Cordonia doing drinking all by himself?”

“Oh, Riley, hello. I’m not quite drunk enough to be keeping up with those fools.” Liam motioned his head towards the dance floor.

Riley couldn’t believe her eyes. “Oh my god. Even Drake is dancing and you aren’t.”

Liam chuckled. “He was just commiserating with me over here, and then Kiara dragged him out there. You know he must be pretty far gone if he went willingly.”

“Commiserating? About what? Aren’t you having a good time?” Riley immediately regretted the question seeing Liam’s smile falter, a wistful look in his eyes.

“Do I really need to say it?…Speaking of, why aren’t you with your fiance?”

“Well…that’s why I’m here.” Riley bit her lip nervously.

“Oh?” Liam raised an eyebrow, waiting for Riley to continue.

She figured she might as well just be blunt and come out with it. There was no use wasting time when they only had tonight. “I want to know if you would come back to my room with me. I want you Liam…one more time.”

Liam’s jaw dropped. It was almost that same look he had the moment she said no to his proposal. “Riley, are you sure about this? What about Maxwell?”

“I have his blessing.” Blessing might have been too strong of a word, but he did say he was okay with it.

Riley could see Liam’s inner turmoil written on his face. Was it selfish of her to ask this of him? Probably, but she was still really hoping he would say yes. “It’s okay if you say no. I would understand.”

“No, Riley. If this is the last chance I get, I don’t want to waste it. Whenever you are ready, so am I.”

Riley’s mouth curved into a satisfied grin. “I’ll lead the way.”

They ended up in the elevator alone. Liam backed Riley up against the wall and braced his arms on either side of her, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You don’t know how many times I fantasized about having just one more night with you. The things I would do to you.”

He smelled of scotch and his signature cologne. A scent that held so many memories – Liam holding her, kissing her, making love to her. The fire in her belly roared to life. “Liam…” Her voice begged him to make a move and Liam responded. He gently nipped at her earlobe and trailed kisses down her neck starting out sweetly and ending with enough force to leave a mark.

Liam finally broke away when the elevator doors opened. “Just in time. I didn’t know how much longer I could wait to get you out of that dress. Liam swept Riley into his arms and she giggled. “Room number?”

“2110.” Riley pointed her toe in the direction of the room and Liam carried her to the door and over the threshold after she swiped the key to let them in.

Liam set her down on the bed. He slipped off Riley’s dress, and then her bra and panties. He stepped back to take in the sight of her. “You are even more gorgeous than in my memories. I could just stare at you all night, if I didn’t have other plans.”

“What do those plans entail?” Riley teased. “Hopefully taking off your clothes as well?”

“That’s the first step.” Liam untied his ascot and tossed it on the bed. He made quick work of removing the rest of his clothing and underwear.

“A little eager aren’t we?” Riley said with a smirk. His cock was already fully hard. He looked like a statue of a Greek god, just like she remembered.

“Like I said, I’m not wasting this night. Not a single minute of it. Now Lie back on the pillows for me.”

“Is that an order from the King?”

“A direct order. To disobey it would be treason.” Liam said with a straight face, but his eyes were dark with desire.

“Does that really count when we aren’t in Cordonia?” Riley teased him again.

“I don’t think you want to test me and find out now do you?”

“Depends what the punishment is.” A playful smile crossed Riley’s lips.

“Looks like someone is testing me because they want to find out.” Liam couldn’t wait any longer and placed Riley back on the pillows himself. He hovered over her, caressing her breasts in his hands. He took one pink bud in his mouth and slowly swirled his tongue in slow circles. He tugged with his teeth, sending a pleasurable jolt of pain shooting through her. He repeated on the other side. “Oh, Liam,” she moaned as her core started to ache for him more with each touch. She wanted to feel his mouth on her now. She tried to push his head down to hint at want she wanted. He kissed his way down past her belly button and just before getting to the place she wanted, he moved back up to kiss her lips and neck and start all over again.

She moaned again as he sucked the dip in her collarbone, but she wanted more. She attempted to push his head down again. “Come on Liam. I want you to lick me. To tell me how good I taste.”

So impatient. “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” A devious grin played on Liam’s lips. Okay, you’ve waited long enough. Liam dove between her legs, enveloping her sex with his hot, wet mouth. He worked his tongue through her folds and pushed it past her entrance, darting in and out, before finding her swollen, sensitive clit. She writhed beneath him, the sensation almost too much to take. “You want to know how good you taste?You taste like fucking candy.” 

Riley felt a thrill run through her. She forgot how much she missed this. Liam’s words, his confidence, his expertise. He barely had to touch her and she was almost ready to come. He continued to lick and suck at her clit and then he plunged two fingers inside her, and then a third, pumping them in and out hard and fast.”Oh my god, Liam, don’t stop.” He didn’t dare tease her now. He kept up the movements and she felt the pressure build until she couldn’t hold it back any more. An intense orgasm ripped through her, her vision whiting out as she yelled Liam’s name.

Liam slid his had around the back of Riley’s head and kissed her hungrily. He pulled back with a smile. “I’ll give you a minute to get your bearings, but then we will continue with my plans.”

“And just what does part two entail?

“You’ll see.” Liam winked and then flipped Riley over on the bed. He held her wrists together behind her back in one hand before she felt what had to be the silk fabric of Liam’s ascot being tied around her wrists. “Now stand up.” Liam helped her to her feet and guided her to one of the floor length windows. “We shouldn’t miss out on this incredible view.” Liam nudged her forward, her cheek and breasts pressed against the smooth, cool class, her wrists still tied behind her. Liam guided himself to her entrance, and slowly pushed into her inch by inch, his hard length stretching her fully.

“Fuck, Liam. You feel so good.” Again she forgot how much she missed this. He moved with perfect rhythm and reached around to rub her clit. Guttural noises she couldn’t control escaped her throat with each thrust.

Liam grunted and groaned in tune with her. “I bet you aren’t thinking about him are, you? He can’t make you feel as good as I do, can he?”

She didn’t answer the question but she didn’t have to. He already knew. She felt another wave of pleasure ready to wash over her. “Liam, I’m going to come again.”

“I want to see your face when you do.” With one quick motion he untied the fabric around her wrists. He turned her around, hoisting her up against the window. He sunk back into her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He increased his pace, both of their breaths coming faster until he pushed her over the edge again.

“Oh fuck, Liam.” She cried out and then bit his shoulder to stifle a scream as her walls contracted around him.

Liam threw her back on the bed and came down on top of her, not missing a beat. With a few more powerful thrusts he spilled inside her as he called out her name.

They laid facing each other, both spent and trying to calm their ragged breaths. Liam ran his hand through her hair, as if he forgot what this was. Scarily enough, it felt all too natural for Riley. Staring into his eyes with his hand running through her hair was perhaps more intimate than anything they had just done, but she let it happen. She didn’t want it to stop. She felt the urge to tell him to stay so she could fall asleep in his arms, but they both had more sense than that. Liam got dressed and they said their goodbyes with an air of melancholy. She turned her head before he was out the door, as she couldn’t bear to watch him leave her for the last time.

—–

“Riley, hello, Riley, are you with me?” Maxwell waved a hand in front of her face.

“Oh, sorry. I just…I think I need some air.”

“Right now? I can come with you.”

“No that’s okay. I’ll be back in a little bit.” Riley put her robe on and headed out of the palace guestroom into the into the hallway as Maxwell sat with a bemused look on his face. How was she going to tell the sweetest man she ever met that she couldn’t marry him? It would be the hardest thing she’d ever done, but she couldn’t deny it any longer. Riley and Liam were meant to be.