Chapter 20 - Mouth on the monster (R18)
Liam's breath hung heavy in the dim room, his cock still hard as steel in his grip, the maid's trembling back a shadow against the doorframe. Her tray rattled, water sloshing, but she hadn't bolted—hadn't even dropped it. That hitch in her voice, that shaky pause—it lit a fuse in him, turning embarrassment into a pulsing, dirty hunger.
"Turn around," he rasped again, voice low and thick, hand loosening but not letting go. "C'mon, don't leave me hanging."
She didn't move at first, just stood there, her brown hair tied tight, uniform clinging to her hips like a tease. Then slowly, she shifted, turning her head and easing hershoulders, the tray clinking as she set it on the floor. Her hands flexed, nervous, but she turned, eyes wide and darting, landing on him—sprawled on the bed, pants around his thighs, dick out, thick and glistening from his own grip.
"Oh—gods," she whispered, cheeks flaming red, but her gaze stuck, locked on it like she couldn't look away.
"Yeah, that's it," Liam grinned, shamelessly , stroking himself once, slow, letting her see the full length—those extra inches he'd blown lust points on, proud and heavy. "Caught me mid-game, huh? Wanna play?" His hips shifted, bed creaking, the blanket slipping off to leave him bare.
"I—I shouldn't," she stammered, but her feet inched closer, her lips parting as she stared. Her chest heaved, quick little breaths, and Liam caught the flicker—panic melting into something else, something curious, needy. He sat up more, legs spreading, giving her the full view.
"Shouldn't, but you want to," he teased. "Look at you—can't stop staring. Come here." He patted the bed again, firm, and she hesitated—then stepped forward, slow, like she was hypnotized. Her hands twisted together, but her eyes never left his cock, and damn, that was enough to make it twitch, a bead of precum welling at the tip.
She stopped at the edge, close enough he could smell her—soap, sweat, a hint of nerves.
"Hero, I—" she started, but he cut her off, leaning forward, grabbing her wrist—gentle but insistent—tugging her down. She dropped to her knees, a soft yelp escaping, and now her face was level with it, inches away, her breath ghosting over him.
"Shh, no Hero," he muttered, letting go of her wrist to grip himself again, angling it toward her. He tapped the head against her lips, light but deliberate, smearing that wet bead across them. She flinched, then froze, her tongue popping out on instinct—tasting him. His grin widened. "Yeah, like that."
Her eyes flicked up, wide and unsure, but her mouth opened, slowly and tentatively —lips brushing the tip, soft and warm. "Yeah," Liam hissed, hips twitching, urging her on. She took the cue, hesitant at first, just kissing it—little pecks, wet and shaky—then bolder, her tongue flicking out, lapping at the slit. The heat hit him like a punch, a low groan rumbling out as she explored, tasting the salt, the musk, her hands bracing on his thighs.
"C'mon, don't tease," he growled, hand sliding to her head—not pushing, just resting, fingers tangling in her hair. She hummed, a soft, nervous sound, and then she went for it—lips stretching wide, sliding over the head, taking him in. Her mouth was hot, wet, tight as fuck, and he cursed again, head tipping back. "Shit—yeah, that's it."
She sucked slow at first, awkward, her tongue flat against the underside, swirling clumsy but eager. Spit pooled, dripping down his shaft, and she pulled back a sec, gasping, cheeks hollowed—then dove back in, deeper, her lips stretching around him, taking half his length. Liam's hand tightened in her hair, a grunt escaping as she bobbed, sloppy and raw, the wet schluck filling the room.
"Damn, you're good," he rasped, watching her—brown eyes watering, mouth stuffed, her uniform wrinkling as she leaned in. She hummed again, the vibration jolting through him, and he bucked, just a little, testing her. She gagged—soft, muffled—but didn't stop, her hands digging into his thighs, nails biting as she sucked harder, tongue lashing the tip every time she pulled up.
He was in deep now, her throat squeezing, spit slicking her chin, dripping onto his balls. "Goddamn—take it," he groaned, hips rocking, feeding her more. She choked, a wet gurgle, but kept going—greedy now, her rhythm picking up, head bobbing fast, messy, desperate. Her lips smeared spit and precum, her cheeks flushed, and fuck, she looked wrecked—hair slipping free, eyes half-lidded, sucking him like it was her damn job.
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"Shit—deeper," he growled, hand guiding her now, not hard but firm, pushing her limits. She whined, throat flexing, and took him—all of him—nose brushing his pelvis, gagging hard but holding it, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth. His balls tightened, the heat coiling, and he moaned, loud and raw, the sound bouncing off the walls. "Fuck yes—suck it, just like that."
She pulled off with a gasp, coughing, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock—glistening, filthy—then dove back, relentless, her tongue swirling wild, lapping every inch she could reach. Her hands slid up, one cupping his balls, rolling them, squeezing just enough to make him jerk, a ragged "Fuck!" tearing out. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, the wet, nasty slurps driving him nuts—loud, shameless, the room a haze of heat and need.
"Gonna—shit—" he warned, voice breaking, hips bucking harder now, fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts. She moaned around him, the sound buzzing through his cock, and that was it—his hand clamped her head, holding her as he unraveled, a guttural roar ripping free. He came hard, thick spurts flooding her mouth, hot and messy, and she choked—swallowing what she could, the rest spilling down her chin, dripping onto her uniform.
He slumped back, panting, hand falling from her hair as she pulled off, gasping, lips swollen, face a wreck—spit, cum, tears streaking her cheeks. She wiped her mouth with a shaky hand, staring up at him, dazed but flushed, a spark in her eyes like she'd surprised herself. Liam grinned, chest heaving, cock still twitching. "Holy crap," he breathed, laughing rough. "You're a goddamn natural."
She didn't reply, just sat there, breathing hard, the tray forgotten by the door.
"Better than jerking it," he thought, watching her catch her breath. "Way better."