Liam Cokely (wrathrising) wrote in olympianthreads, @ 2014-09-19 15:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! completed, character: charlie fitzsimons, character: liam cokely, player: andy, player: cate |
Who: Liam & Charlie (mentions of Juro, Brooke & Cory)
Where: Charlie’s apartment
When: Summer after 2nd year, 2013 (Backstory)
What: A pair of friends add on some benefits
Rating: NC17+ (All the smut guys. Avert your eyes between the first and last two paragraphs)
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The summer trip was over and the island was buzzing with new arrivals. Liam was sitting in his room trying to concentrate on his book, while Juro fucked around in the main room rearranging the furniture. Again. He thought he was going to go crazy if he had to stand it a minute more.
Finally he snapped the book shut and stormed out of his room, and then out of the apartment. If he stayed there any longer the Japanese boy was going to get a fist to the face and then where would he end up. Hands covered in blood again? Juro was smaller and lighter than the Spirit guy last year had been, and Liam had managed to do a number on him. He shuddered at the memory as he went out into the warm evening air and breathed it in, trying to calm down. He did not need an episode right now, he needed… he needed…
Thinking about where he could go, he almost instantly thought of Charlie. But they were in some sort of fight, again, at least he thought they were. It was hard to tell. Charlie was a good friend, they had a lot in common. Both New Yorkers, both crazy family situations, both with an array of issues growing up. The only difference really was that Liam had had money and Charlie hadn’t. Of course his life had spiralled off in a different direction when he’d been sent to boarding school at the age of thirteen, but that connection was still there.
Plus they were in the same year and the same classes. Most of the time they got along. Except occasionally when Charlie would bitchily cut him off for no reason at all, or when he would lose his cool and yell at her for no reason. Brooke said he had a legit ‘problem’ though, so he at least had an excuse. He wasn’t sure what Charlie’s excuse was. PMS, probably.
Sighing, he turned and started to make his way over to Charlie’s apartment. Maybe she’d gotten over whatever it was by now. She usually came around suddenly and without warning, all friends again, without addressing whatever it was that had set her off in the first place. It was bloody irritating.
He hoped Corinne wouldn’t be there, as the two of them had somewhat of a love/hate relationship. Still she was better than his roommate. He rapped on the door with his fist. “Charlie! Stop being a bitch and let me in, I need some fucking sanctuary.”
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While most students spent the school year looking forward to their summer vacation, Charlie actually dreaded it. Being who she was and therefore in constant need of stimulation, the absence of classes sent her adrift. It was never wise to leave Charlie to her own devices, or worse her own thoughts. This was especially true for this break, having spent the better part of the school year in constant flux over her feelings. Fuck, but she hated having to acknowledge feelings of this caliber. To anyone else, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. Genuinely caring about a close friend was not abnormal in the slightest. However, for Charlie it felt like a Big Fucking Deal. Mostly because her notions of friendship were so far out of line with the rest of the world’s. Caring made for vulnerability and Charlie hated that. She also hated having to actually consider someone else. It was selfish, but she didn’t particularly care. She had been operating that way for her entire life and this --- this just felt like a slap in the face.
Unable to deal with or properly process this had led to her treatment of Liam suffering, jerking him from one extreme to the next as she tried to come to terms with it. Some days it felt easier to accept than others. She had this person, this whole other human being outside of herself, that she actually gave a shit about. This whole other person who had the capacity to leave, or drop her, or just disappear on her if they wanted to. That was what freaked her out, because even if she did all the right things, it didn’t cement their friendship. It didn’t guarantee anything and Charlie certainly wasn’t about to change her behavior, not that she thought Liam would ask. It was just really fucking confusing and most days it ended up with her lashing out at him, as if it were somehow his fault that Charlie cared or that Charlie couldn’t deal with it.
There was little that could be done now though. She was slowly starting to realize that. She had tried to piss him off and push him away, but every time she had managed to do that she found herself right back outside his door trying to mend things. She was getting emotional whiplash from herself and it was exhausting. She just needed something -- some sort of reassurance, something to cement their friendship. Just that little extra tether that might have him hesitating if he decided he couldn’t deal or a better option came along. It was something she had been turning over and over in her mind over the first few weeks of break. Without anything else to occupy her, her thoughts had turned obsessively to Liam. Liam as she leaned out her bedroom window chain smoking an entire pack of cigarettes to the point that she was sick to her stomach from the nicotine. Liam as she downed bottle after bottle of beer, not realizing she was past her breaking point until she actually stood up. Just Liam. Eventually she came to the conclusion that the best way to sort all this out was to just push their friendship further. Add something else. She had done it in the past, offering herself up as a benefit, but it had never been to keep someone around. It had only ever been as a means of manipulation, to keep herself entertained, or on truly desperate evenings to get that adrenaline rush and pleasure that she needed.
She had been set to do it, to go round and shove Liam’s annoying fucking room mate out into the hall so she could in turn shove Liam into bed. It wasn’t exactly the most graceful way to go about it, but who said seduction had to be coy or classy even? Liam had always been straightforward, it was one of the things she liked most about him, and she intended to go about this the same as she had every other aspect of their relationship. He saved her the trouble of working her courage up to go over there by turning up at her door. Her room mate was out and Charlie had taken to calming her nerves with cigarettes and obsessively picking at the paint on her windowsill. It hadn’t worked yet, but Liam shouting from the other side of her door had her thoughts stuttering and stopping. She felt her heart kick up a beat, lodging itself firmly in her throat as she stubbed out the butt of her cigarette and pulled herself together. She had decided how to deal with this and now she was going to go through with it. It was the perfect time and she was so over all the stress he was putting on her. She just wanted her best friend back and she intended to go get him.
It was lucky she hadn’t bothered changing out of her pajamas yet, wearing a thin pair of cotton shorts and an even thinner tank top. Showing skin was good. The more the better. The harder it was to resist though Liam had resisted her thus far, going on two years really, but she’d never made a move on him before. “Don’t call me a bitch, bitch. Who’s the one in need of shelter?” she called back, unable to hold her tongue as she padded over to the door and pulled it open to let him in. Offering him a smirk in greeting, she leaned her frame against the door and waved a hand to gesture him in. “Come on then. Don’t let any of these other annoying fuckers know I’m home. I don’t want to deal with anyone.” Or be interrupted, really.
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Already cheered by Charlie’s apparent change of heart, Liam made a mouth-zipping motion with his hand and stepped inside the room, closing the door behind him. He looked her up and down with undisguised appreciation and raised an eyebrow. There were not many girls who would feel perfectly happy opening to the door to a guy in a top through which their nipples were visible. But that was his Charlie.
“Jesus, Fitzsimmons, put a dressing gown on or something,” he said, grinning. “Or you shall catch your death, I do declare.”
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It was impossible to let the motion pass without a snort of laughter escaping her. Charlie didn’t even bother covering her mouth or apologizing for it because it was Liam. He was used to it at this point. She did manage to suppress the wicked smirk that threatened to cross her face though, pursing her lips together instead and raising a brow at him. “However would you admire the view if I went and did that?” she asked in return, allowing her lips to quirk up in an amused smile. Cracking her knuckles then, she purposefully stretched her arms over her head, causing her shirt to ride up and the smile on her face to turn smug as she held his gaze.
“So. What are you seeking sanctuary from?” she asked, changing the subject for the time being and acting as if she was behaving entirely normally which was as per usual really for Charlie whenever she did something off base.
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“Ugh, what do you think,” Liam sighed, rolling his eyes. “Juro the mad fucking Martian as usual. If it’s not one thing its another - Charlie could you, seriously, put your tits away, it’s really distracting.”
Liam liked Charlie a lot, she was his best friend in a lot of ways although he thought she might never admit it, but it did get to be a bit much when started treating him like her gay best friend, as though he wouldn’t be able to resist looking at her cleavage heaving up and down like that. He’d gotten the message quite early on that their friendship was going to be just that, friendship, so even though they sometimes fought like a married couple, and he knew she appreciated him admiring her in a good outfit, or vice versa, he hadn’t even thought of seriously making a move on her before now, other than the casual sort of flirting he employed with most members of the female gender.
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The laughter that bubbled up in response to him this time was more of a scoff than anything, because of course it was Juro. She wanted to ask what sort of weird shit he had decided to undertake that day, but her intentions swiftly changed gears at his follow up comment. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she hummed softly before making a clicking noise of dissent and shaking her head. “Mm, you know, I really don’t think I want to.” Reaching to tug the hem of her shirt back down only served to make the fabric more see through, something she was all too aware of as she took a step closer to him. This was exactly what she needed. She could already feel her heartbeat kicking up a notch, the rush that came from jumping head first into an uncertain situation making her almost giddy. Each step she took towards him emboldened her in her actions. As soon as she was within his reach her grip changed and Charlie’s hands came to settle on Liam’s chest, smoothing over the fabric of his shirt and looking up at him through her lashes. “I could be even more distracting.”
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Liam watched with growing incredulity as she stepped towards him and put her hands on his chest. Right. Okay. This is a new level. Not that he wouldn’t be all up for it; she was sexy, and god those gorgeous-looking tits were just begging him to touch them, but… it had been two years. She had never shown any interest before, or his instincts had gone all awry. What had changed?
A suspicion began to enter his mind, and he gently reached up to push her arms back down to her sides. “Charlie,” he said, trying to be kind but unable to help a slightly faux-sympathetic tone to his voice. “How many have you had?”
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His initial push to keep her from touching him was disheartening and Charlie found herself immediately wanting to lash out at him for it. She didn’t deal well with rejection, especially when it came to Liam. She hadn’t even really considered that he might not want their relationship to move further until that very moment. Of course, than his words caught her and she quickly shoved such concerns aside in favor of answering him. “None.” she informed him, batting his arms away so she could move back into his space once more. This time she decided to forgo the playful touching in favor of slipping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him. The rush of it had her confidence returning, feeling the warmth of his body pressed so closely to her own even with their clothing separating them.
“See, I’ve realized something.” she informed Liam carefully, sliding her hand up to thread through his hair as she spoke. “You’re my best friend.” and fuck, it felt like such a vulnerability to admit that out loud. Honestly, it left her feeling more exposed than her actions did and since she was basically throwing herself at him here it really said something about her psyche. “You’re my best friend.” she repeated, “-and we already do a ton of shit together. So- why not this?” It all seemed very logical to her mind, though she left out the part where she was doing this not just because she wanted to, but because she wanted to keep him coming back for more.
Curling her fingers in his hair, she rolled her hips against his thigh, driving her own up to rock against his groin as she leaned in closer to speak. “I’m offering you this. Me. No strings attached. Friends.” she insisted, even as she rolled her hips into him enticingly and whispered heatedly into his ear. “I want you to fuck me as friends” she rasped, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. “because we could be the best sort of friends, Liam.” She finished her thought off by nipping lightly at the lobe of his ear, pulling back to meet his gaze to reiterate just how serious she was being.
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Liam could feel his heart start to race, in quite a different way than it did when he was on the verge of an 'episode'. He kept his eyes on Charlie's, gradually giving way to the realisation that she was serious and not actually off her face on booze or something worse, and every word she whispered to him sent a little shiver of expectation to his groin. The words 'fuck me as friends' coupled with her insistent grinding of thigh against his groin, was enough to decide him. Yes. It's real. It's the bloody dream.
His expression shifted from one of concern to amused, lustful determination. "And you're just realising this now, Fitzsimmons?" he said, in a low, deep voice that he knew from experience could send a chord right through a girl if you got it just right. He shifted his hands onto her waist, where there was so little material he hardly had to push it aside to touch her bare skin.
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Charlie could almost pinpoint the exact moment she knew Liam was agreeable to her proposition, feeling a thrill go through her as his expression shifted into one more matched to her own. Having built this encounter up so much in her mind seemed to have left her hypersensitive to his responses. The deep voice he employed in his reply had a shiver racing down her spine, the press of his hands to the bare skin of her waist had her heartbeat hitching and her breath catching. Fuck, how long had it been since she’d last been with someone? A month? Maybe two? Too long if she was so responsive to the simplest of his touches.
“At least I’m educating the class.” she teased breathlessly in reply, words murmured out against the skin of his jaw as she trailed her lips along his jawline. “Think of how long you could have been fucking me if you’d only shared the information? You’ll have to make up for lost time, Cokely.” Dragging her nails down the back of his neck, she added. “Think you can make me scream?” It was half teasing, half an actual challenge as she slid her hand back to his chest, slipping it lower to brush under the hem of his shirt as her lips moved over his jaw,
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Those words in themselves were provocative enough to make Liam grunt with arousal. "You have no fucking idea," he growled into her ear.
In one swift movement he had moved his hands from her waist to her arse and then under her thighs, lifting her easily onto his waist. At the same time he spun around and pressed forward, so that she came up hard against the door, her bottom resting deliciously against his groin through his shorts and his fingers digging into her buttcheeks. "How's that for a start?" He asked, smirking, before lowering his mouth firmly onto hers.
He was indeed planning on making up for lost time.
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There was something incredibly arousing about seeing and feeling him put that strength of his to work on her. The rough treatment had her biting back a moan, thighs tightening around his waist as he knocked the air from her lungs. Despite having gone into this with the express intention of keeping relatively quiet to egg him on, she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped from the combined sensations of his hands gripping her bottom and the dull sting from being pressed so harshly against the door resonating through her. “It’s a start.” she murmured, as if she hadn’t already given herself away. “You can do better.”
Her grip on his shoulders tightened, nails biting into his skin as she arched up against him, losing herself to his lips. Charlie was quick to part her own, giving him free range to manipulate her body but fighting for control of the kiss. She brushed her tongue over his lower lip before delving forward to explore his mouth for the first time, kissing him roughly and desperately. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip when he threatened to pull away, pressing herself as best she could against him.
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Liam bristled all over at you can do better. he knew perfectly well that she was goading him, but fuck was it working.
He let her into his mouth with no hesitation, his tongue battling with hers for dominance. Trusting her legs around his waist to keep her up, he let go his grip on her to bring up his hands, one to brace against the door, giving him even more leverage to press her between him and the wooden surface, the other to come up under her top to finally do what he had wanted to do from the moment she had opened the door.
He curved his hand around her breast and squeezed, feeling the weight, the firmness of it, his thumb brushing roughly over the nipple. He took a moment to appreciate how nice it was not to have to fiddle with a bra, but to have these beautiful specimens just ready and waiting for him to do whatever he liked.
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The noises Liam was drawing from her completely belied her words, being far too responsive to him to hold any weight. Charlie had always appreciated his roughness before, but there was something about it in this situation that had her completely enthralled. The firm press of his body against hers had her muffling another whimper, and even that was nothing compared to the sharp cry he pulled from her when he finally touched her. Liam’s hand, so familiar in other settings, was like a hot brand. Large and firm and fucking perfect. Her body reacted entirely on its own, her hips bucking up against him as she banged her head back against the door. Any plans she had of teasing or playing coy went out the window as her hands scrabbled for purchase and she breathed out his name, sounding more like a plea than anything. “Liam. Please.” she gasped, unable to hold her tongue as she tugged at his t-shirt and tried to shift closer somehow.
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Liam felt a rush of triumph as she gasped his name and begged him for more. Do better, indeed. His shorts were tight and hot from her constant motion, and the noises she was making were intoxicatingly arousing, but at least he was still holding some semblance of self control. “Please what, Charlie?” he growled in her ear, shifting the hand on the door to run through her hair, softly at first but then hard enough to pin her head back as he focused his other hand on her nipple, tugging and rolling it between his fingers. “Use your words. Maybe if you ask extra nicely... I’ll do what you want.”
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Charlie was all too used to their relationship being a bit of a power struggle, but she was more than willing to give up her control to him here. It was as if he had flipped a switch inside of her. Rather than rail against him, Charlie found herself almost mad with her arousal for him. The tone of his voice, so low and gravelly, had her biting out another whimper, another surge of pleasure shivering its way down her spine and settling firmly between her legs. She turned into his touch, pressing into his hand without caring how it would look to him. Even when his gentle touch turned brutal, she still turned into it, lips grazing over the inside of his forearm as she let out a pant and arched her breast further into his other hand. Her breath stuttered, turning her gaze back to him as she bit down harshly on her lower lip to keep from letting out another moan. “I--” she tried, only to be cut off by a moan as he worked her nipple between his fingers. “Liam.” she whimpered again instead, hips rolling against his own as she let out a soft pant. “Please, please, more.” she pleaded, pressing a kiss to his wrist. “Your hand-- please-- I--” she couldn’t quite get the words out though, cutting herself off to press herself into his hands, to roll her hips against his for friction.
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Liam squeezed at her once more, in a way that some girls he had been with would surely have complained at and pushed his hand away. You had to adjust your style according to the girl you were with, and it wasn’t always easy to get it right the first time, particularly with a stranger. He’d never been with Charlie like this before, but he knew her and he could sense instinctively that she could take a lot more than some, and enjoy it too. He loved the way she reacted to every touch, the little thrill of power he got going straight to his libido and powering it further. He loved the way she fought for more.
“Only so much a hand can do,” he murmured, pinching her hardened nipple again to the point where it must have been painful, before letting go of both it and her hair in order to tug the flimsy pyjama top up and over her head, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. He could have ripped it off, but perhaps he would save that for when he had a clearer idea of the rules. Certainly so far there didn’t seem to be any restrictions.
He was very uncomfortable inside his shorts now, but he did his best to ignore it. He could afford to wait. He wanted to drive her crazy first. It would serve her right for daring him to try harder to please her.
Grunting, he hiked her up further on his waist, so that her head was above his and her tits were level with his face. He sighed a little in appreciation as he rolled his hands over both of them at once. She wasn’t a busty girl, but that didn’t matter, he could still appreciate the soft skin, the red, hard nipples, the beautiful dip underneath them where they curved under to meet her chest.
He lowered his lips to her collarbone, then the cleft of her breasts, then onto one of those smooth peaks - the one he had so far not paid as much attention to - and finally closed his mouth over the nipple, a gentle sucking at first, and then a little harder, grazing it with his teeth, while his hand returned to playing with the other.
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She’d asked for more, but it was almost too much. His touch lay somewhere firmly between pleasure and pain, sending sharp jolts of lust rocketing through her as she fought between pulling him closer and pushing him away. Part of her felt like begging him to stop, her nerves were worn thin and every brush of his fingers over her oversensitive nipple had her crying out, squirming in his grasp and sucking in sharp, panting breaths. The other, larger part of her needed it, more, him. Her brain felt like it was on fire. She could barely put the words together and every time she got close she found her thoughts grinding to a halt as he switched it up. The painful grip of his hand, squeezing her to the point of sharp, bright pain, had Charlie sobbing out his name, head knocking roughly back against the door as her nails dug into his shoulders.
She didn’t even register the words that followed, only the sharp pinch of his fingers that drew a full bodied shudder from her as her arousal sharpened with the torture he was putting her though. She went easily with his movements, lifting her arms to help him rid her of the shirt and whimpering when the fabric dragged over her painfully sensitive nub. When he hiked her up further in his arms, she offered no protest and helped him along, allowing herself to be manhandled to where he saw fit. For a moment following that she was able to breathe, chest heaving as she threaded her fingers through his hair and watched him lower his mouth to her collarbone. The need for him to touch her between her legs was almost maddening, hips shifting restlessly even as he moved his lips lower. Her heart was still pounding in her chest from his previous ministrations, but when her mind finally caught up with what he was doing her breath caught as well and she scrabbled to gain purchase, nails scratching over his shoulders as his mouth moved over her.
When his lips finally closed around her previously neglected nipple, Charlie bit her lip to keep back a soft moan, toes curling with pleasure as he brought his teeth and tongue into the mix. She was so distracted by his mouth, she didn’t notice his questing hand until his fingers had already returned to its abuse. It felt like a shock of electricity went through her, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her nails bit into his skin, no doubt breaking skin as her back arched and she sobbed out her pleasure once more. “Liam- fuck. Liam.” she rasped, voice rough and broken. “I can’t- it’s too-” she said, trying to get the words out even as she rocked his hips forward for more friction between her legs.
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Liam was enjoying himself immensely, despite the sharp pain in his shoulders from her bloody nails digging in, but something in the sound of her voice made him genuinely concerned he might have gone too far. He gave her nipple one last regretful suck before letting go and looking up at her. “Sorry,” he said, with half a smirk that spoke to just how sorry he really wasn’t. He caught her around the waist again and took a step back from the door so that she could hop down if she wanted. “You need a breather, sweetheart?”
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As soon as Liam stopped, Charlie wished he hadn’t. She felt completely gone, lost to her arousal and she was certain she looked the part too. Dark hair wild, irises almost swallowed whole by her blown pupils, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. She didn’t even have it in her to try to get that smirk off his face, licking her lips instead as he stepped back and she tightened her legs around her waist. “No.” she rasped, pressing forward to catch his lips in a heated, desperate kiss. She twisted her fingers in his hair, drawing him close and biting roughly at his lower lip. “You-” Fuck, her mind still refused to work as Charlie kissed and nipped along the line of his jaw. How had they known each others for two years and never done this? Charlie couldn’t recall the last time someone had managed to work her up so much with something so simple. Maybe it was the edge he added, the fact that he was Liam, or that he wasn’t afraid to be rough with her. At the thought Charlie felt another wave of lust rock through her, hips grinding against his as she caught his ear lobe between his teeth and bit down. Hard.
“Liam-” she managed to rasp then, smoothing her tongue over the bright red teeth marks. “Liam, I want- I need you to take me to my room and fuck me into the mattress. I want to feel you for the rest of the week.” she growled into his ear, “Please. I know you can, Liam.” Pandering to his ego was not something she usually engaged in, but apparently they operated differently in this realm and Charlie was not above begging to get what she wanted. He just felt so good. She needed more, needed him.
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Liam hissed and swore under his breath when her teeth closed on his ear, biting back a little red flicker of anger. It was all part of the game. But she was going to pay for that. “Babe, if that’s what you want, you’ll fucking get it,” he growled. He slapped her hard on the behind. “That’s for biting me.”
Still carrying her tangled around his waist and neck, he moved swiftly across the room, stopping only just long enough to fumble with the door to her bedroom and kick it shut behind him. He had been in here dozens of times, but never with such a purpose. He threw himself forward onto the bed with her under him, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her, red-lipped and flushed with her dark hair spread over the pillow, the look of desperation on her face, the twin peaks of her breasts reddened and bruised by his touch. He drank in the sight, finally letting it spark his own arousal enough for him to really feel it.
He ran a hand up her outer thigh, his fingers sliding easily under the hem of her tiny shorts and up to the waistband. His hand was almost large enough to circle it around. He was itching to tear those shorts off, not to mention getting out of his own clothes, but his sadistic side wanted just a little more… just one more tease.
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The smirk that pulled at her lips in response to his growled statement disappeared as soon as his hand made contact with her bottom. The sharp sting of the slap felt like a red hot brand across her backside, lust spiking wildly once more as she whimpered and arched into him. She didn’t even care anymore just how vocal she was being, or how pathetically responsive she was towards him. It was worth it when he made sure the results had her sobbing her pleasure and begging for more. “Could always bite me back.” she suggested breathlessly, squirming slightly at the thought. “Unless spanking is more your thing.” Her tone was slightly teasing, even breathless as she was, but the way her hips twitched restlessly against him belied just how serious she was. Boundaries? What boundaries.
As soon as he deposited her on her bed she shifted back to give him more room, spreading her legs to allow him to settle between them and only sighing out her relief once his weight was settled back on top of her. She was certain he had to know how much she wanted him by now. The fabric of her cotton shorts was so thin and she was already so wet, it was uncomfortable, but she held her tongue for once to allow him to drink his fill. It was thrilling to have his eyes so openly on her and she was loathe to break it. Once he broke it himself though, she didn’t have any problem being vocal once more. The trail of his hand up her bare thigh left a trail of fire in its wake, breath catching as his hand slid beneath the hem of her shorts wrapped around the waistband.
She tried her best to keep still, holding his gaze as she shifted restlessly beneath him. After a moment’s thought, she stretched her arms up and over her head, stretching the length of herself out for his pleasure as she wrapped her fingers around the bars of her headboard and gave him a nod. She didn’t know what he intended to do, but he had yet to lose a scrap of his clothing and the look in his eyes said he wasn’t done just yet. Charlie didn’t want him to be done just yet. She was completely under his thrall, intoxicated by his touches and desperate for more.
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He watched her, hand still stroking softly at her thigh, as she stretched out and got a grip on the bars, as though she knew what was coming. Well, she had asked for it, after all. He grinned and lowered his lips onto her again, just under her breasts this time, leaving pale red circles of hot skin behind on her chest and belly.
It was almost a shame to lose the shorts, he thought, she looked so fucking sexy in them, but now they were in the way. Curling his fingers around them he dragged them down just far enough that he could slip his hand up and between her thighs. He stopped and kept it there, not moving or penetrating, just holding it there, feeling the wetness between his fingers, just enough to be maddening. “You slut,” he murmured, adding the barest amount of pressure as he grazed his teeth over her hip. “Fuck Charlie if I’d known you wanted it this bad…”
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Charlie’s grip on the bars tightened as soon as Liam’s lips returned to her skin, knuckles going white as she tried to even out her breathing and keep a hold of herself. It was an exercise in futility, of course. As soon as he tugged her shorts over her hips, her breathing came to a stutter, hips rocking towards him once more. The cold air against her heated skin had her biting her lip painfully hard, trying to bite back a moan but only succeeding in muffling it to a whimper when she felt the warmth of his hand, so teasingly close to where she needed it. His words had her letting out a soft moan in response, toes curling as she stretched herself out further beneath him. “Didn’t know-” she managed to choke out, licking her lips as she looked down at him. “Fuck, I didn’t know you’d be this good. Jesus Christ, Liam.” she rasped, half pleading with him as she said his name.
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Liam let out a laugh at that. Jesus Christ-Liam. He wondered if he could get people to start calling him that. “I’m insulted,” he said. “Anyway I haven’t done anything yet. Barely.”
He took his hand away, ignoring her noise of protest, and shifted back on the bed so he could pull the offending shorts all the way down and off her legs, leaving him with the view of her fully spread out beneath him. He couldn’t help a little sigh of arousal. Fuck he really needed out of his pants right now. He stood up, leaving her alone on the bed, and tugged his t-shirt off. As he unbuttoned his shorts he turned to look at her, letting the sight of her lying naked there rouse him up even more. “How are you for protection?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as the final button came undone. “Unless an adorable little love-child is part of this whole fucking-as-friends plan?”
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“That’s what I mean.” she whined softly, squirming beneath him and curling her toes against the sheets. “You haven’t even done anything yet, but I’m going to lose my fucking mind if you stop.” It was true. He had played her well, her body hyperaware of and hypersensitive to every brush of his fingers and press of her lips. When she lost it, she couldn’t help the noise she made even if it granted her the opportunity to watch him strip down. The ripple of his muscles as he pulled his shirt free had her biting her lip, resisting the urge to sit up and reach for him.
“Drawer.” she replied, jerking her head towards her night stand. “And fuck no. They’d cut into our time to do this.” she replied just as cheekily, finally getting a bit of her snark back now that he wasn’t touching her. It was impossible to remain that way for long though. Rising up on her knees when he turned towards the drawer, she waited for him to retrieve the condom before reaching to tug him to the edge of her bed by the loops of his pants. Leaning in, she sighed breathily at the rush of his bare skin against her own, pressing her lips to the underside of his jaw and down the length of his neck as her hand slipped lower to palm him through his shorts. She was rough, pressing the heel of her hand against him as she massaged him through his pants and sucked at a patch of skin at the base of his neck.
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Liam grit his teeth and let loose a low rumble of arousal as her hand added almost painful pressure to what had already built up in his pants. Her breasts rubbed up against his chest as she pressed herself against him, her lips set off little bundles of nerves where she sucked at his skin. He hissed and panted a little, perhaps the first sign he’d given that he might be just as desperate as she was.
Keeping the little packet gripped in his hand, he grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down, taking his boxers with them in one movement to save time. His erection could finally spring free, and he let out a little moan of relief, curving one strong arm around her to pull her tightly against him, feeling her with his entire body. “Had enough play?” he asked, gripping and squeezing her arse tightly. Fuck it felt so good in his hand. She was skinny enough that he could wrap his arms all the way around her and then some; he could only imagine what it would feel like inside her, with no restrictions. He already had her permission - hell, her insistence - that he gave her everything he had. He was finally done with teasing.
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Her breasts were still tender from the rough treatment he had given them, but the thought of putting even the tiniest bit of space between them was loathsome. She would much rather the sharp pleasure pain that came with her nipples brushing against his chest than to keep any space between them. The smirk his low rumble of arousal brought to her face was buried against his neck, lips moving over the curve of his throat until she had to pull back when he shifted. She only have a brief moment to openly look at him before he was dragging her back into him and she went willingly.
The feel of Liam, completely bare against her, had a shiver running down her spine and a breathy sigh escaping her lips. Her arms moved of their own accord, looping around his neck as she leaned in to kiss him once more. “Yes.” she murmured against his lips, pushing her hand up into his hair. The feel of his hands on gripping her ass had her groaning, curling her fingers in his dark locks and giving them a gentle tug. “Yes.” she repeated, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Don’t hold back.” she added after a moment, pulling back to look at her. “I want it- you.” she said, squaring her jaw because she was entirely serious and if he didn’t let go soon she was going to push him back on the bed.
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“Good,” Liam growled. He shoved her back onto the bed and climbed over her again so he could kneel between her legs. He paused just long enough to pull the condom on before pulling himself right up close, tugging her arse up towards him with her legs up over his hips. The missionary position would hardly do for this, not when he wanted to go really, really deep; she had said she wanted to feel him for days and he was going to fulfil that desire.
He positioned himself and slammed into her in one unforgiving movement, gasping. The rubber kept him from feeling the wet slickness inside her, but he could sense it, it was wet and tight and instantly he wanted more. He pulled back a little before burying himself once more to the hilt, one hand bracing himself on the bed by her side, the other gripping her thigh hard enough to bruise. “Fucking hell,” he gasped; he could feel his cock throbbing with the pressure.
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Charlie had never enjoyed being treated so roughly before. Oh, she had always found pleasure mixed with pain, but never to this degree. It felt heightened. Everything that Liam did seemed to have a direct line between her thighs; The press of his hands pushing her back onto her bed, his rough grip on her ass, tugging her into position. Charlie found herself taking a deep, stabilizing breath as Liam moved above her, shifting into position himself. She felt wild and desperate for him, the ache between her legs almost unbearable at this point. She was mindless with her lust, his teasing having pushed her to the breaking point and she wasn’t disappointed.
She cried out when Liam finally, finally thrust forward, sinking into her in one brutal motion that had her clawing at the sheets beneath her hands. Her lungs finally seized as she took in a sharp gasp of air, trying to find a bit of leverage to meet him thrust for thrust. “Fuck.” she gasped, moving a hand to grip at his arm that was braced beside her. “Liam.” she moaned, pressing her head back into her pillow. She rocked her hips up to meet his, desperate for more, to get him deeper than he already was.
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Liam grinned despite his heavy breathing and the urge to move. The sounds she made were more than satisfying. “Does that count as a scream?” he asked, shifting his hand from her thigh to stroke her belly. He thrust again, another warm-up, closing his eyes for a moment with ecstasy at the feel of it, of her pushing back into him.
He moved both his hands to her hips, getting a real grip on the mattress with his knees, and rose up a little for an even better angle, her bottom and lower back suspended in the air. He took a deep, preparatory breath, then began a deep, steady rhythm, focussing for the moment on power rather than speed. He was able to pull her even closer to him by tugging her arse towards him with his hands, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure through him and spurring him on to greater heights.
Kneeling, he needed a lot of control and effort through his abs and thighs, but fuck it was worth it when he could get so deep, over and over again. Each thrust felt as though it was slamming into a brick wall; it was already harder than he might have dared with just any girl he might have picked up, at least at the start. He was not holding back, he was going to enjoy every inch of her with the added thrill of knowing that she wouldn’t expect him to buy her flowers in the morning.
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Charlie had to find her voice before she could respond, sucking in a sharp breath and shaking her head. “No.” she insisted, the dual sensations of his hand stroking lightly over her stomach paired with his rough thrust earning him another moan. “I want- “ she rasped, clearing her throat and forcing her eyes to focus on him. “Harder.”
The added leverage of his hands on her hips and his knees braced more firmly on the bed granted her exactly what she was looking for, eyes fluttering shut and head thrashing to the side as he slammed into her. Over and over again. It was impossible to keep quiet then, a stream of soft moans and whimpers tumbling past her lips as he moved above her and Charlie struggled to meet him thrust for thrust. He set a bruising pace which was exactly what she had been looking for. The added friction of his thrusts against the small bundle of nerves between her legs had her writhing with pleasure, head tossed back as he moved inside of her. “Yes, yes. Liam, please, please.” she murmured, begging without know what she was asking for. She bit her lower lip, muffling a particularly loud moan before moving her hand between them to flick her fingers over her clit, a sob of pleasure escaping as she thrust up against him in response.
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It took Liam a minute or so to really warm up, but once he was going it was easier to keep momentum. Egged on by her begging and gasping his name, he amped up the speed, setting a pace which he knew wasn’t sustainable but hopefully she was far gone enough that he wouldn’t have to sustain it for very long. He choked back a moan of his own as heat raced through him, every thrust a burn of hot, tight friction, and instead moved one hand to slap her arse again as it came down, grunting with pleasure at the feel and the noise it made.
“You like that?” he growled, finding another burst of energy from somewhere and forcing it all into the motion of his hips and thighs. “You feel it? There’s a girl… yes… ungh, fucking feel it, don’t keep it in…. scream for me, come on - “ with those last words he aimed a thrust even harder and deeper than before, determined to meet the challenge she had set before he let himself go.
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The brutal pace Liam set made it impossible to think outside of her own pleasure, not that she would want to even if she could. Every thrust of his hips found her meeting it with her own, hands scrabbling along the sheets and then gripping at his arms. It was impossible to keep still, body rising and falling to meet his as he moved above her. “Liam-” she whimpered, feeling completely wrecked by the intense shocks of pleasure his thrusts spurred in her. Every one of his thrusts sparked an overwhelming tidal wave of arousal to surge over her. When he broke his pattern to slap her, she finally let out the cry she had challenged him to draw from her, toes curling in absolute ecstasy, nails dragging down his arms before letting go to twist her fingers in the sheets. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Liam.” she gasped, leaning up to bite and nip at the curve of his throat.
She could feel her orgasm building, pulled tight and taut just beneath her stomach. A burning coil, the flames of which licked along her spine with every one of his thrusts. When he managed to somehow angle his hips to get deeper, thrust harder, she lost it. She tipped over the edge before her mind could catch up, eyes squeezing shut as her back arched and her lips parted to let out a rasped cry of absolute ecstasy. Her body clamped down around him, legs locked around his waist and walls shuddering through her orgasm.
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Liam decided he would relish in his triumph later, for now he was focussed on using every bit of his remaining strength and resilience to ride her through her climax. As she clenched around him it was so tight he could barely move, but somehow he continued to buck into her, barely conscious now of each individual thrust but only of maintaining the motion long enough to wring her dry.
He sped up to near-impossibility, the sound of his body slapping against her again and again like a damp drum-beat, and he gasped and grunted and swore until she start to go limp. When he was sure she was the point where she couldn’t take anymore - he gave her more.
Letting out a snarl of determination, he slammed into her with reckless abandon, finally letting down the wall of resilience he had put up as he came with a gasp, letting her shuddering tightness milk him of all he had until he was forced to slow. Three long, last thrusts finished him off entirely as he leaned over her, sweat dripping off his forehead as he panted with relief and exertion.
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Liam managed to draw her orgasm out for what felt like forever. His refusal to slow his pace had her oversensitized body thrumming with a mix of pain and pleasure that had her mind blanking out. Even after she came down from her climax, he didn’t relent and Charlie didn’t even consider asking him to. She felt wrung out, completely destroyed in the wake of her pleasure, and Liam’s impossibly fast pace had her whimpering, arms coming to wrap around him and draw him closer in an attempt to ground herself. The slam of his hips had her body lighting up, sensitivity bordering on pain as he rode her to completion, only slowly once he had reached and come down from his peak.
With him leaning over her, Charlie moved to pull him in to lay on top of her so he wouldn’t have the strain of holding himself up. Her fingers sifted through his hair, lips pressing a rare affectionate kiss to his temple before she heaved a great sigh and went limp beneath him. Her entire body felt like jelly, completely blissed out thanks to him. “Holy shit, Liam.” she breathed after a moment, “Fuck. Fuck, that was -- God damn we should’ve done that sooner.” she closed her eyes for a moment then, before moving to shove him off. “Get your fat ass off me, can’t breath.” she teased softly, falling easily back into herself as if she hadn’t just been wrapped around his finger.
“Want to just-- lay around and heat up a pizza and maybe do that a few more times? Don’t know where my roommate is, but she can fuck off.”
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Utterly sated, Liam happily allowed himself to be pulled down on top of her, catching his breath. When she shoved him aside he grunted a little but rolled off towards the open side, sliding out of her with a stab of sensitivity that made him wince. He pulled the filled condom off, twisted it, and tossed it into the nearby trash bin before falling back beside her.
“I think,” he said, stretching out his leg where it threatened to cramp up, “that we should wait for her to get back, and then do it a few more times.” He grinned. “That’d piss her off, right?” He didn’t know why, but it really pleased him when Cory was annoyed.
He rolled over with some effort, leaning on his elbow, and stroked her stomach lightly for a second before giving it a sharp tap. “Though if you call me fat again I might consider going back on this deal,” he warned. “I’ll show you a picture of me when I was twelve. That right there was a fucking fat kid.”
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As soon as he had rolled off her, Charlie found herself simultaneously relishing the rush of cool air against her heated, sensitive skin, and missing the warmth and weight of him above her. Laughing softly at his suggestion, she let her head loll to the side to look at him and smile, wide and relaxed. “Yes. Yes it would and that’s precisely why we should.” she agreed, shifting her leg to run her bare foot up the inside of his shin. Even moving that bit had a dull ache pulling at her, wincing slightly before sucking in a breath. The distraction of his hand stroking over her stomach was a welcome reprieve from it and she let out a contented sigh. That was before he turned it into a sharp tap, drawing wince and then frown from her. “No you wouldn’t. You enjoyed yourself too much.” she insisted in reply, reveling in the aches and pains in her body, feeling well and truly sated for the first time in months. “You wouldn’t back out without experiencing it all first.”
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"Hm. Guess you're right." Liam admitted. As it sometimes did around Charlie, and perhaps because he was the most relaxed he'd been in days, his accent slipped from the adopted English to match her own, New Yorkian drawl. "You know me a little too well, Fitzsimmons."
He ran his hand over her swollen tits, idly as though he were petting a cat, just enjoying the smooth softness of her skin. "You're a maniac, you know that?" He murmured appreciatively. "There's not many girls who could take that shit."
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The combination of his admittance of her being right and his accent slipping to match her own had Charlie grinning at him, a genuine smile that spread across her face as she looked over at him. “Part of the territory.” she replied, breath catching at the feel of his hand on her already tender breasts. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she shifted closer to him and let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah- well- not many girls like me.” she said, flashing him a cocky smile before relenting somewhat and adding. “Not many guys who can follow through like that, act like I’m fucking delicate. It’s annoying.” she said, screwing her face up because it really was fucking annoying. She hated the tender bullshit. “That- you- don’t let this go to your head, alright? But that was just so- I mean, fuck. Liam. We need to do that more often. Like every day. Twice a day.”
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Liam grinned widely. “Twice a day might be a bit dangerous for your delicate body,” he smirked, although he had to admit he was already loving this idea. He leaned in close and pressed his lips to her throat, sucking hard in a way he was sure would leave a mark. “I could think of all sorts of things we could do,” he murmured, while his hand continued to fondle her gently. “We have an opportunity here to do some serious ideas testing. The kind you don’t want to do with whoever you’re seeing… in case they fuck you over.”
He sucked again at a different spot, liking the way her skin darkened with blood when he pulled away. “Do we need to establish some ground rules?” he wondered out loud.
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“Fuck you. I’m not delicate.” Charlie protested, scowling in response to his smirk though it was quick to falter. She couldn’t maintain it with his lips pressed to her throat, head automatically tilting to grant him further access. The dual sensation of his mouth and his hand had her squirming once more, hand slipping back up into his hair to hold him closer. “Why would we need ground rules?” Charlie asked in reply, taking a deep breath and letting it out once he pulled away. “We’re best friends. We fuck now. I trust you. Ground rules set.” The admittance of trust was more a step for her than anything else, but she tried not to shy away from it. Meeting his gaze, she raised a brow in question to see if he agreed before adding. “And next time, use your teeth more.” she said, snapping her own at him.
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Liam had to laugh at her snapping her teeth at him like a piranha. He normally didn’t take well even to such constructive kinds of criticism, but he was too boneless to care. “I sort of meant, the rules if one of starts actually seeing someone,” he explained. “But I guess we can cross that bridge when we get to it.”
He kissed her, much more tenderly than he had up to this point, sat up and cast around for his clothes. As he picked up his shorts off the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed, something struck him and he hesitated. “Hey, Charlie…” he said, turning back towards her with a solemn expression. “Serious for a sec? There’s something you should… well, you know how I get, sometimes, when I get angry and can’t control it? Like when I hurt that guy?” He suppressed a shudder. “I know you think it’s… I know it doesn’t scare you, but the thing is, if we’re going to be doing this… you should be careful. There was a girl… my first girlfriend, actually, and I… well it was just luck I didn’t end up killing her. I really can’t control myself when it happens, and, I just need you to… if it happens, not that it will happen, but if it does… I need you to get out, okay? Don’t try and talk to me, don’t try and fight me, don’t treat it like a game. You run, and don’t come back til it’s over. Go get Brooke, or one of the teachers, or both, but…”
He paused; this was more open than he was used to being with anyone about his ‘problem’, even with Brooke - after months they were not much closer to get him to seriously talk about the source of his anger. “This was fun,” he said, making sure to meet her eyes so she would understand. “But if things get bad… I don’t seriously want to hurt you.” He ran a hand through his still-sweaty hair. “I give a shit about you, you know. I give lots of shits.”
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Charlie had to give an unattractive snort of laughter at that, pressing her face into his shoulder for a moment before pulling away to meet his gaze once more. “I’m not exactly the dating sort. Not really dating material over here. If one of us starts seeing someone it’s going to be you and I’ll try to respect whatever call you make but after that you’ll have to forgive me if I try to seduce you, okay?”
Anything else she might have wanted to say was cut off in the wake of his kiss, much softer than any of his previous ones and Charlie easily melted into it as she had every one of his other ministrations. The hand in his hair easily shifted to cup his face, thumb affectionately sweeping over the apple of his cheek. When he pulled back she remained as she was, crossing her arms behind her head and watching him cast about for his clothing. It was only the serious tone in his voice and the solemn look on his face that had her sitting up, drawing her blanket up around her chest so she could properly pay attention to him. The sheet settling did her no favors, but it only took a moment before he had her entire attention, nodding her head and fixing her gaze on him. It was nothing that she didn’t know. Charlie knew how serious Liam’s temper was. It was nothing to be taken lightly. She had just never taken it to heart in regards to herself, because her and Liam had always been a her and Liam. She had always counted herself an exception, her sense of invincibility translating even over to this. She didn’t know what to make of him telling her to count herself otherwise, pursing her lips together as she watched him.
After a moment, she just nodded. “Alright.” she said softly, shifting closer to him to press a kiss to his shoulder, the side of his neck, the corner of his mouth. “I will. I promise.” she paused for a moment before adding. “I give a shit about you too, you know. You’re the only person I give a shit about so.” Charlie looked down at the sheet then, twisting it in her fingers and silently grinding her teeth together for a moment. Clearing her throat, she looked back up at him with a smile, moving to get out of the bed then. “I promise, okay? Cross my heart. Now. Pizza, video games, and later you can see what I look like on my knees.”
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