Chapter 239: Morning Wood [+R18]
Elena stood by the edge of the double bed, the dark green silk of her dress sliding over her torso as she pulled it back on.
Liam small, one-room apartment had finally gone quiet, the heavy, chaotic energy from the three-way encounter entirely settled.
The only sound left was the low, steady rhythm of Clara’s breathing.
Clara was completely dead to the world, curled up on her side beneath the rumpled white sheets, her blonde hair messy against the pillow and her face relaxed in the shadows.
Liam propped himself up on his elbows, watching Elena as she zipped up the back of her dress with a short, practiced tug.
Her movements were calm, but there was a slight stiffness in her shoulders that wasn’t there before.
"Are you leaving?" Liam asked, keeping his voice low so he wouldn’t disturb the sleeping girl next to him.
Elena paused, smoothing down the front of her skirt. She looked over at him, her hazel eyes catching the dim light of the room.
"Yes," Elena said, her voice dropping into that smooth, quiet registry. She let out a small, breathy sigh and shook her head slightly. "I had fun, Liam. I really did. But honestly, I still can’t believe I allowed myself to get triggered like that by a college girl. It’s not like me at all. My focus completely left me."
Liam let out a short, quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "She definitely knows how to push buttons."
"Clearly," Elena replied, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through her composed expression. She picked up her dark green blazer from the floor and draped it over her arm.
"I need to get going. I have a lot of things to take care of in the morning. But I’ll call you. We still need to talk properly, so I’ll let you know where we can meet up."
"Okay," Liam said, nodding as he sank back down into the mattress. "Fine by me."
Elena walked over to his side of the bed.
She didn’t hesitate as she leaned down, her perfume hitting his senses one last time before she pressed her lips against his in a slow, lingering kiss. It was soft, lacking the frantic heat from earlier, but it was solid.
"Goodnight, Liam," she whispered against his mouth as she pulled back.
"Goodnight," he murmured.
She turned around and moved across the grey carpet, her heels silent as she picked up her bag and slipped out the front door, closing it behind her with a very soft, barely audible click.
Liam lay back completely against the pillows, his arms spreading out as he stared up at the cracked white ceiling of his apartment.
A wide, slow grin stretched across his face as the reality of the situation finally settled into his brain.
’I actually just had a threesome,’ he thought, his chest rising with a silent laugh. ’An heiress and a beauty like Clara. In this tiny room. Kelvin would never believe this.’
He turned his head to the side, looking at Clara.
She hadn’t moved an inch, her small shoulder bare above the edge of the sheet, completely oblivious to everything else.
Liam reached over, pulling the blanket up a little higher to cover her back, before closing his eyes and letting the exhaustion take over. Within minutes, he was fast asleep.
The morning came with a bright, heavy heat.
Liam shifted on the mattress as the sun cut straight through the thin blinds of his single window, painting bright yellow lines across the grey carpet and the messy bedsheets.
The warmth was thick, making the small apartment feel cozy and slow.
He blinked his eyes open, his brain still foggy from sleep, but he noticed a strange, heavy pressure right between his thighs.
He looked down under the blanket.
Clara was kneeling between his legs, her blonde hair falling forward over her cheeks as her head bobbed in a slow, steady rhythm.
She had his shaft completely in her mouth, her wet lips sealed tight around the base as she sucked on him.
He was already fully erect, the morning heat and her wet tongue bringing him right back to full length before he was even fully awake.
Liam let out a long, groany sigh, his head hitting the pillow again.
But as he focused on the sensation, he realized something was off.
Her movements were a little clumsy, her teeth catching the side of his shaft every few seconds as she tried to navigate the size of him in the tight space.
"Ohh," Liam muttered, his voice thick with morning grit. "Clara, you’re... you’re getting really good at this.?"
Clara stopped instantly, her head popping up from between his thighs.
Her blue eyes were wide and blinking rapidly, her cheeks fully red from the heat and the embarrassment.
A thin line of saliva trailed from her bottom lip, and she quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand, looking like a kid caught stealing from the kitchen counter.
"I’m sorry," Clara said quickly, her voice high and breathy as she looked up at him. "I’m really sorry. I just... I woke up and saw you lying there you were already hard, and I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t mean to wake you up like this."
Liam looked at her flushed face, the irritation melting away instantly.
Her big boobs, were completely bare, hanging heavily over his thighs as she knelt there, the pink nipples dark and hard from the morning air.
He couldn’t help but smile at how frantic she looked.
"Hey, there’s no problem with that," Liam said, his voice softening as he reached out and touched her bare shoulder. "You’re fine, Clara. Don’t worry about it."
Clara’s expression lifted immediately, her blue eyes bright again.
She went back down, opening her mouth to take him back in, but Liam reached down and caught her chin with his fingers, stopping her before she could close her lips around him again.
"Wait," Liam said, his eyes dancing with a sudden, mischievous idea. "Use your boobs instead, it been long we did that."
Clara blinked, her eyes dropping down to her own chest, then back to his hard shaft. A small, knowing smile broke across her lips.
She understood exactly what he meant.
She shifted her weight on her knees, moving closer until her torso was positioned right over his groin.
She reached out with both hands, her small fingers grabbing her own breasts from underneath.
She Squeezed the heavy, pale globes together, forcing the soft flesh to bunch up in the middle until there was a deep, tight cleavage between them.
"Like this?" Clara asked, her voice dropping into a soft, teasing whisper.
"Yeah," Liam breathed, his hips giving a small twitch upward. "Just like that."
Clara leaned forward, sliding the deep crevice of her breasts straight down over his erect shaft.
The skin of her inner breasts was incredibly soft and warm, completely dry compared to her mouth, but the sheer pressure of the heavy flesh clamping down around his cock made Liam let out a sharp, guttural hiss.
She started moving her torso up and down, sliding her breasts along his length in a steady, rhythmic motion.
Every time she pushed down, the heavy weight of her chest pressed flat against his stomach, the friction making his veins stand out on his thighs.
Her hard, pink nipples rubbed against his skin with every single stroke, sending a sharp, tingling heat straight into his groin.
"Mmmh," Liam growled, his hands reaching up to grip her waist to guide her speed. "That’s it. Right there."
Clara was breathing hard now, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink as she kept up the pace.
She watched his face, enjoying the way his eyes were locked onto her chest, her confidence growing with every groan he made.
She shifted her hands, squeezing her breasts even tighter around him until there was absolutely no space left, the heat building into a heavy, friction-filled coil between them.
She kept it up for a few minutes, the steady movement making Liam’s breath come in short, ragged gasps.
The pressure in his gut was rising fast, the morning arousal making him much more sensitive than the night before.
"Clara... I’m getting close," Liam warned, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips.
Clara smiled down at him, her blue eyes dark with a sudden hunger. She didn’t stop the movement, but she leaned her head down, her blonde hair brushing against his stomach as she pulled her breasts slightly apart at the top.
She slid her tongue out, her wet, warm tip darting forward to lick right across the exposed head of his cock while her breasts kept sliding against the base.
"Haaah!"
The sudden change in texture brought him right to the edge, but before the release could break, Liam caught his breath and firmly gripped her waist, halting her movement completely. He wasn’t going to let it end that quickly.
"Hold on," Liam panted, his chest heaving as he stared up at her. "Not like this. Change positions."
Clara blinked, a brief look of surprise crossing her face before her lips curved back into that confident, competitive smile.
She didn’t say a word. Instead, she stood up on her knees, her long, pale thighs straddling his hips.
She reached down with both hands, her fingers catching the sides of her own pussy folds, and spread herself wide open right above his groin.
Her pussy was fully visible, glistening with a fresh, clear wetness that was already leaking down toward the sheet from her morning arousal.
"I still want to go," Clara whispered, her blue eyes locked onto his with an intense, unyielding glare. "Take me."
Liam didn’t say a single word.
The sight of her spreading herself open like that in the bright morning sun completely wiped any lingering tiredness from his brain.
He grabbed her by the wide, soft curves of her hips, his large hands sinking into her flesh as he hoisted her up, and aligned his wet shaft with her entrance. He pushed forward with one hard, sudden thrust, burying himself all the way to the base inside her tight, dripping walls.
"AAAAHH!"
Clara’s mouth flew open as a loud, piercing moan tore from her throat, her head falling back as she took the full force of him.
Liam immediately began to push upward from his position on his back, his hips driving into her with a heavy, steady rhythm.
PAPAPAPAPAPA.
The sound of his groin slapping against her pale, rounded cheeks echoed loudly in the small apartment.
Clara was riding him now, her knees planted on either side of his ribs as she bounced up and down, her heavy breasts swinging wildly in front of his face.
Her boobs bounced with every single drop of her hips, the pink nipples rubbing against his chest until the skin was completely flushed.
"Mmmh... yes... right there... more..." Clara panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tried to maintain her balance against his hard thrusts.
Liam felt the slick, hot friction of her pussy walls gripping his shaft with a frantic tightness. The morning heat made everything feel heavier, the smell of sweat and sex filling the air around the double bed.
He gripped her waist tighter, his thumbs pressing into her skin to force her down onto him even harder.
"Haaah... Clara..." Liam growled, his jaw tight as he met her every downward drop with a powerful surge of his hips.
Clara’s moans were turning into a continuous, breathy chain of noises, her head shaking back and forth as her blonde hair flew across her eyes.
She was completely lost in the rhythm, her internal muscles clenching around him like a hot vise with every single stroke.
The pressure in Liam’s groin reached the absolute breaking point.
He could feel the white-hot release building deep in his gut, the intense vacuum of her wet core drawing it out of him.
He gave three more massive, upward thrusts, his entire body snapping tight as he finally let go.
"Haaph!" Liam roared, his eyes shutting tight as he exploded deep inside her pussy. He shot a thick, heavy release into her wet walls, pulsing six, seven times as his muscles shook with the force of the climax.
Clara let out one last, long moan—"NNNNGH-AHAA!"—as her own internal muscles clenched tightly around his throbbing shaft, her body going completely limp as she collapsed forward, her heavy breasts slamming flat against his chest while they both panted heavily in the bright morning light.
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