Push & Pull(6)

“Finish her,” Liam moaned, still stroking himself as Andrew slid inside of me. The sensation left me breathless. Every inch rippled through me slowly, filling the emptiness within until his balls pressed against my hard bud. The tip of his shaft edged the back of me, sending me into a frenzy. I cried out but Andrew held me still. His hips rocked dutifully while he eased his grip on my hips and slipped a hand down between my legs. His index finger nuzzled against my clit as he pumped in and out of me. I bit my lip to keep from moaning uncontrollably.

“Smack her ass!” Liam barked, giving my left cheek a stern slap. Andrew followed suit and popped me hard causing my nether region to gush.

“Does that turn you on?” Andrew panted in my ear as he thrusted in and out of me. “Do you like being spanked like a naughty slut?” I bit my lip again causing another hard smack.

“Yes! Yes! Fucking spank me,” I cried out, tilting my hips anxiously back into his. The thrusting became subsequently harder and tears pricked the corners of my eyes. His hands twisted in my hair as he arched my back, pounding me. I writhed with pleasure on the cold tile floor practically begging for more. He commanded my body with each touch and I didn’t think I could hold out much longer. I could feel my g-spot tingle as the tip of his cock ground mercilessly on it and I cried out his name.

“Cum for me,” he said breathlessly. The way his body tensed I could feel he was close too. He pressed his thumb along my clit and that was it. My body seized immediately as my juices released, dripping down the insides of my thighs. Andrew wrapped his arms around my rib cage while I shook, keeping me from collapsing to the floor. He pumped in and out of me a few more times before a definitive groan escaped his lips. His hips grew gravely still and I could feel him twitching inside of me.

Our tired forms lay strewn across the floor, waiting for some semblance of life to return. Liam smiled. He clapped his hands together slowly and pulled his pants back up.

“Well done,” he commended us, “You gave quite a show.”

“Was it good for you?” I asked as I crawled towards him. He grabbed me by the wrists and easily pulled me to my feet. Our bodies were within inches of each other. I felt his eyes graze my nakedness, but he refrained from touching.

“It was,” he said, giving a sort of half smile as Andrew climbed to his feet. He gave me a soft smack on the ass and kissed my neck.

“She’s so tight, Lee. You really should give her a go,” he teased, departing to the other side of the kitchen to retrieve our clothes.

The three of us dressed in near silence before Liam mentioned he had to get back to the office.

“Bye, Claire,” Andrew said as he took a pen and scrawled his number along my hand, “You were a real treat.” Liam kissed me on the cheek and the next thing I knew, I was on an elevator heading back to the life I knew before level forty two.





4



The sound of my alarm ripped me from a smoldering dream, but it wasn’t really a dream. What took place at Liam’s apartment the other day was something so far out of my realm that I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. And I couldn’t keep lying to myself anymore. To be fair, it wasn’t a threesome, though I would have enjoyed more interaction from Liam. It was a moment of passion. Insecurity. Longing. It may have been what I wanted at the time, but I couldn’t help but feel like an outsider to the memory. So far detached from my true identity that I couldn’t even recognize myself. Had I slipped too far? Reality was waiting and I had an appointment to keep.



I arrived at Padua shortly before 12. It was the last place I wanted to meet considering that I’d been there days before, sitting in a booth, getting shot down. But I was surprised to see how different it looked in the daylight, like a stadium void of its fans. The way the space absorbed the sun was inviting and kept me focused on the task at hand. She was already waiting for me in the bar. A petite brunette with a pinched face. I recognized her from several print ads and noted that her career must have taken off if she was seeking me. We introduced ourselves briefly before she got down to business.

“His name is Damien,” she started, sliding a picture across the table. “We met in Italy and he’s here on a work visa. He said he couldn’t live without me so he moved here to be with me. But I…”

“Am afraid he’s using you for permanent residency?” I asked. Her hand cast shamefully across her forehead.

“I shouldn’t feel this way,” she admitted in between sips of wine, “We love each other. I mean, I know he loves me. And I hate that I’m even doing this but I’ve heard you’re the best. Can you help?” I loathed myself for agreeing. Call me a cynic, but I had yet to encounter a foreign fling that didn’t end in heartache. Even fresh off rejection, I knew I could handle this with my eyes closed. We chatted over his schedule and discussed compensation before she flagged the bartender for her check.