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  I’ve already cried in front of Liam an embarrassing amount, but I feel tears working their way out again. Not once did Scott react this way towards my artistic abilities. Some days, he even acted annoyed that I spent my time honing my talent. What made my blood boil was that he always referred to art as my “hobby,” and when I’d tell him that I eventually wanted to make it a career, he’d laugh in my face and say that was impossible.

  Liam just continues to show me how he is a much better man than Scott could ever be. In bed, in conversation, and in support of my dreams. As much as I hated having my heart broken by Scott, especially in the way that it had to happen, what with the fucking my best friend and whatnot, I can’t say I miss him. He never treated me well, and had I stayed with him, not only would he have most likely cheated on me again, but I never would have gotten the chance to meet Liam. I have no reason to distrust Liam. He has done nothing but show me love and support and lifted my life from the joyless, sexless rut that I had been in for the past six months.

  I don’t know if I’ll be brave enough to bring up the idea first, but I’m leaning more and more towards the thought of starting an official relationship with Liam. It’s very clear that he’s falling for me and I do feel the same way about him.

  But considering this— whatever it is— started out as a farce, it’s hard to tell if he really does want to be in a serious committed relationship with me. The sex is great, conversing with him fills my heart with joy, and he’s just an all around great guy.

  So what am I waiting for?

  Chapter 16

  Liam

  While still in Central Park, we decide to go back to Hazel’s place so she can change her clothes. While sketching me, she sat in the grass and got a stain on her pants. I think it’s adorable but she insists it’s wet and ugly, and wants to get into some clothes that make her look and feel better.

  I agree to go with her to change. Before leaving the park though, Hazel tears out the page she sketched me on and give it to me. I still can’t believe that this drawing took her— what, five minutes?— and it’s so clear what she was drawing and what she was feeling while she was drawing it.

  Her artwork is fucking amazing. I’m definitely going to frame this when I get the chance. I gush further about her sketch and ask to see more of her drawings, but she refuses, giving me the explanation that they’re too full of anger to enjoy.

  I’m not too sure why she thinks that’s a bad thing. I tell her that that’s what people love about art— when they can feel the emotions come right off the page. Still, she refuses to show me any more of her artwork.

  On the subway, it’s hard to keep our hands off each other. When we get back to Hazel’s place, we’re delighted to find that her roommate is nowhere around.

  Now that we’re not totally focused on tearing our clothes off and fucking each other’s brains out, I’m able to take in the space. It’s a nice apartment— very cozy and comfy, like an artist would enjoy. And her cat Lucy even comes to greet me, which Hazel says is a rarity because usually she’s the only person Lucy likes.

  “What can I say? Even shy cats like me,” I joke.

  “Of course,” she answers. “Because you’re so charming.”

  I wait in the living room while Hazel gets herself changed, but to my surprise, she comes back fully naked after taking off the offending pants and the rest of her clothes. She straddles me and tells me she wants me to fuck her on every surface of her apartment.

  I had been thinking about sex while we were on the subway but then I’d gotten into a more wistful mood as I checked out her place. As soon as she says this, though, my cock rises, making my bulge meet Hazel’s bare pussy.

  She looks deep into my eyes and then the naughty look of hers comes out— when she’s being a bad girl with me. That’s the look that I love.

  “Spank me. Please,” she says.

  I grab ahold of her ass cheeks and tighten my grip slowly.

  “Like this?” I ask, as I swat her ass.

  “Harder.” She bends over more, giving me full access to her curvy cheeks.

  “I do need to discipline my bad girl,” I tell her, hitting her harder, making her jump. “She can be so very dirty.”

  I spank her again, harder, and grab ahold of her clit when she starts to stand up out of surprise and pain. She makes intense eye contact with me while her hips begin to gyrate on my crotch. While I love being dominant, nothing is sexier than a woman taking control and getting on top.

  I plunge my fingers into her pussy and she fucks my hand, her wet lips sliding all over me.

  “There you go,” I tell her, playing with her clit with one hand while I finger her with the other. “Let me have my way with your tight little pussy.”

  “Mmmmm, I’m cumming,” she moans, but she doesn’t have to tell me because I already know from the way her juices are flowing onto my hand.

  Once her orgasm is over, I grab a condom while Hazel helps my cock out of my pants. Once I’m wrapped up, she guides my hard cock into her welcoming pussy.

  Using some core strength I didn’t know I had, I flip our positions so that I’m on top. I grab ahold of her ass cheek and squeeze hard while I fuck her furiously. I spank her with my other hand.

  Hazel moans much louder than she had moaned in our previous sessions. The louder she screams, the more ravenous my desire to make her climax becomes. Her face starts turning red, as her breathing quickens once more. The tightening of her vaginal walls indicates that she’s close to climaxing.

  As she tightens as hard as she possibly can, I slide myself out and release my fingers from her ass.

  “No, don’t stop. Keep going,” she begs me.

  I walk over to the front door and motion her to come to me. She begins walking towards the front door, but I stop her.

  “No. On your knees, Hazel.”

  Hazel tries to conceal her excitement with a look of pure submission.

  As per my request, Hazel gets down on all fours and crawls in my direction. She finds herself staring up at my engorged cock and starts licking her lips. There is no doubt in my mind that the only thing she wants at that moment is to have me inside her.

  I can only make her crave me for so long before it’s time to have my own needs met. I stopped her so that I could fulfill her needs—or maybe tease her for a bit, to really draw it all out—but now it’s time to take the full plunge.

  I start feeling the sensation of my cock being rubbed and when I look back down at Hazel, I see that she’s rubbing her cheek against it like some sort of animal. She does not break her eye contact with me and starts to beg again.

  “Please, Liam. I really need you,” Hazel pleads.

  There is no doubt in my mind now that it is only a matter of time before her playful begging turns into actual frustration, and not just for her either. So, I finally show her some mercy.

  I pick her up off the floor and push her up against the front door of the apartment. Still soaked from our unfinished fucking on the couch, her pussy easily opens up to me as I stretch her out once more.

  I’m unsure as to whether it’s because I’m tired or because I want this moment to last as long as possible, but out of all the times we have had sex, this is the slowest, no competition. I want Hazel to feel every centimeter of my cock slowly make its way deeper and deeper into her. She shudders in delight and asks me to stay inside her forever. It’s a ridiculous request but one I wish I could fulfill.

  We fit so perfectly in each other, it’d make perfect sense to just stay inside her for the rest of my life if it was possible. I feel the warm juices from her pussy drip from her lips, down my shaft, and off my balls as I finally start to pick up my speed again.

  I couldn’t fuck her slowly forever. Neither of us are going to get what we want doing that. My hands spread her ass as I fuck her harder and she once more digs her long nails into my shoulders, surely leaving marks now. I know that it won’t be long until I bring her to a loud, passionate climax
.

  But it isn’t loud this time. After my cock makes some hard, noisy thrusts into her, her body starts constricting as it does when she’s nearing her orgasm. But instead of screaming or moaning loudly, her pussy grips my cock and squeezes it to an almost painful degree. Almost painful, but not quite.

  I still felt nothing but heavenly as her body climaxes. I, too, start cumming, into the condom inside her. How I wish I could take it off and feel her naked pussy. I tell myself that that time will come, when both of us are sure we’re in a for real relationship, rather than this fake arrangement we have going.

  I pull her into my chest so that both of us can relax now that our orgasms are over. Then out of breath, she whispers into my ear.

  “Thank you.”

  “No, darling love o mine,” I tell her. “Thank you.”

  Chapter 17

  Hazel

  “It’s not even noon and we’ve already showered twice today,” I jokingly mention to Liam.

  “Well,” he starts, “We’re a couple of dirty, dirty people.”

  There’s something about showering with someone that brings you closer to them. Two naked bodies being washed of their daily grime and having steam rise off, cleansing the air. It’s spiritual. It’s perfect. I love looking at his hard body with his six pack abs and tattooed pecs when we’re naked in the shower, or anywhere, really.

  But now we're clothed, and trying to figure out what we should do for the rest of the day. I suggest going another round, but as a half-joke. As much as I’d love to be ravaged again, I can only take so much of his big cock without getting painfully sore. Besides, I figure Liam could probably use a break himself.

  “After all we’ve done today, all I have in me is coffee. Want to grab some lunch?”

  “It’d be breakfast, wouldn’t it?” I ask.

  “Breakfast ends at eleven,” Liam assures me.

  I’ve always thought that breakfast is the first and most important meal of the day, regardless of the time. When I tell Liam this, he laughs, but only because he disagrees and is baffled by my reasoning. He insists that because of how restaurants plan their meals, that breakfast ends at eleven, and lunch goes until some time after sunset. Then, at night, it’s time for dinner.

  This makes no sense to me, as I’d be too tired to eat. It must be a European thing. We go back and forth on this for so long that we don’t even pick a place to eat, although we do agree to call whatever meal we’re about to go for “brunch,” as a meet-in-them-middle compromise. Just then, we hear a knock on my front door.

  My roommate must be coming home hungover from a one night stand or something. She does this often and has more than once forgotten that she does in fact have keys to her own place. I mentally prepare myself to explain to my roommate that Liam and I have contained our debauchery to only certain parts of the apartment that I’ll be sure to clean very well, but when I open the door, I see none other than my parents.

  “Hazel,” the two of them scream excitedly as my expression goes from curious to entirely shocked. My folks wriggle their way inside my apartment and immediately get comfortable.

  “What are you guys doing here?” I ask.

  “What, can’t we just surprise our daughter with our presence?” my dad answers.

  “It’s not that,” I insist. “I just wish I has known so I could have cleaned up. Besides, I have company.”

  My parents both turn around to see Liam sheepishly walk out from my room. Once he’s given a quick inspection by my parents, he walks over to them, extending his right hand.

  “Liam McSteele. Pleasure to meet you both,” he says, wearing a debonair smile.

  “I’m Harold,” my dad says as he reaches for Liam’s hand. “Holy smokes, got quite a grip, huh? What are ya, a baseball player or something?”

  Liam laughs. “I played a bit of rugby back home in Ireland, but now I just work out whenever I can.”

  My dad nods his head approvingly and pats Liam on the back as Liam makes his way towards my mom. Liam looks taken by surprise when my mom goes in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

  “I’m Mary. And I’m sure we don’t have to tell you we’re Hazel’s mom and dad,” she goes on to needlessly explain.

  “Well, I’m Hazel’s boyfriend.”

  My heart stops. Everything in the past couple of days has happened so fast, I hadn’t had a chance to give my mom a call and tell her about all of this. She and my dad were both aware of my breakup with Scott but last they knew, I wasn’t emotionally ready to start a new relationship.

  Liam glances at me with a look that seems to ask me whether or not saying that he was my boyfriend was the right thing to do. Quite frankly, I don’t know. My parents slowly turn to me, but they surprise me yet again by showing off some very pleased smiles.

  “Well, look at that,” my dad starts, “You went from dating a schlub to being with some rugby star.” He punctuates his statement with another loud pat on Liam’s back.

  As he finishes another hearty laugh, Liam moves closer to me, presumably to avoid getting smacked on the back again, and wraps one of his arms around me. He kisses me on the forehead and compliments my parents on raising such a “wonderful little lady.”

  It’s hard to read my parents in this situation. They’re normally very critical of the people I date, but they’re not asking any of their typical probing questions or sneering at Liam. They seem genuinely happy with my choice for a partner.

  Regardless, I get a feeling in my gut that the probing questions are only minutes away, so I provide Liam with a way out of that grueling interrogation.

  “Hey, Liam, it’s almost two. Don’t you have to head out to check on—”

  I’m not even able to finish my sentence before Liam runs with my made-up scenario once more.

  “My goodness, you are right! What would I do without you, dear.”

  Liam pats himself down to make sure that he’s got his keys, wallet, and phone and walks over to my parents to bid them farewell. The interaction goes about as smoothly as possible, but I feel a strong sense of loneliness as Liam kisses me on the lips and walks out the door. This isn’t how I wanted today to go but the last thing I want to do is keep throwing him in uncomfortable situations. I turn to the two responsible for Liam leaving, and see two unbothered faces.

  “So,” I ask them, “Nothing interesting happening in New Jersey right now?”

  My mom sits back down on my couch. “We just wanted to surprise you. We brought some groceries; we know you don’t eat nearly as much as you should. And it’s a good thing we did, I mean, why didn’t you tell us you're dating again?”

  I explain to my parents about how quickly the bond between Liam and me developed, but I avoid going too in-depth on how we actually met. The rest of the time they spend in my apartment is mostly pleasant. I get a nice home cooked meal of lasagna, and they get to learn about what a whirlwind my life has been these past couple of days. I tell them everything there is to know about Liam, or the bits that of course I’ve gotten to know so far, and they consistently nod their heads.

  “Alright, alright. Let me hear it,” I finally tell them, nervously. “What do you actually think about him?”

  Mom and Pops look at each other, but Mom is the one who answers me.

  She asks me to remember how often I smiled when I was with Scott. When I do this, I come to the realization that I almost never smiled when I was with Scott. Maybe when he, Brittany, and I got together for dancing and eating out, but never when it was just me and him.

  “That’s something to think about. Even though we admittedly blindsided you by showing up, you immediately smiled when Liam stepped out and met us,” Mom tells me.

  “Yeah. At first it kinda bothered me how old he looks compared to you—I mean, as your dad, I always picture myself as the only ‘older guy’ in your life— but y’know what, you’re both adults. Age ain’t nothing but a number, right? Don’t they say that? He’s good looking. He’s got money. And like your ma sa
id, he makes ya smile. That’s what’s important,” Pops says.

  It’s hard to disagree. Scott would often put me down, comment on how “unflatteringly” tight clothing made me look, and as I’ve mentioned before, wouldn’t take an interest in my passions. How could I ever smile around him?

  I may be fake engaged now but I’m actually happy. Despite initially being freaked out, I’m really glad my parents stopped by to point this out to me. I mean, I knew it, but I suppose it just took some encouragement to get me to realize that there’s nothing to be afraid of. Liam is good for me— better than even I realized. And I’m going to make sure he knows I know it.