Under His Watchful Eye (Love Under Lockdown Book 13) Read online

  I have been kissed before, but it felt nothing like this. This feels like fireworks are exploding at the ends of my nerves. His licks and twines go straight to my core making me feel like he is making love to my mouth. I moan again into his mouth and it comes out muffled and desperate. Finally, after the sweet torture he has subjected my mouth to, he let's go of my mouth with a final sweep of his tongue on my lips. I am about to complain and maybe yank him back to me when I feel his mouth doning kisses on my jaw before he licks my neck.

  The feeling is such a shock to me that I find myself letting out an audible gasp. He licks it again, and again, and yet again rendering me useless. My eyes are closed tight and I am helpless to do anything but feel. A second later, my eyes fly open as my bra hits the ground startled and surprised at his expertise. The hemline of my dress has been tugged down to expose my boob's like they real an offering and I bite my lip at the wanton sight I must make.

  We are such a contrast Liam and I. But I couldn't evaluate those differences if I wanted to, because his breath hits me dead center on the left nipple.

  "Liam?”

  His eyes find mine even as he licks the tops of my breast. It feels good, but it also feels like torture. He holds my eyes as he licks around my nipples never quite touching it. He moves to my other breast and does the same thing leaving me to chase his mouth. He knows what he is doing and it is making me desperate with every passing second.

  "Please.”

  The minute I say that, his lips close on my nipple and he gives it a hard suck pulling it deep into his mouth. My head falls back to hit the door behind me as he murmurs something I can't make out. Or is it moaning.

  The pain and the pleasure clash together in my womb making me squeeze my legs together. He gives it another hard suck before letting my nipple go with a pop. Hepulls his head back, smiling at his work and I look down to see what he is smiling at.

  My normally pink nipple looks reddish and swollen. It feels so sensitive, yet I want him to hurt it a little more if I am to feel that sharp pleasure again.

  Without warning, he takes my other nipple into his mouth and gives it the same rough yet sweet treatment he gave the other one and something inside me squeezes as I feel my panties become awfully damp. I am embarrassed at how wet I feel and even more because I am becoming even wetter. I am surprised to feel his fingers on my belly trailing down. It feels light like he is barely touching me, but there is no mistaking his touch or it's destination. Still I wait tortured by both the wait and the feel of his mouth still sucking my nipple. Finally, after what feels like forever, I release a breath I hadn't known I was holding when his fingers slide into my panties and he cups me. His lips disentangle from my nipple still holding my gaze just before he blows cool air on it at the same time his finger draws a straight line down there parting my folds slowly. All strength drains from me and he holds me tighter to him lifting me off the ground. I would be very concerned with falling if my concentration wasn't on where the palm of his hand is resting. He carries me clothes bunched up and all to the enormous desk we both use laying me on it. Not even once does his palm leave it's position.

  The way he keeps looking at me is almost reverent tinged with a touch of disbelief. He draws a circle on me before dipping his finger and sinking it deep. My eyes roll back into their socket as I feel muscles I never knew I had squeezing him.

  "Look at me.”

  I open my eyes obeying almost immediately. And he is so wicked because he drags the finger out only to put it into his mouth and suck on it. His eyes close like he is eating his favourite dessert and when he draws the finger away, there is a wicked gleam in his eyes.

  I want to run away.

  I want to scramble off the table because the dark promise in those eyes unnerves me. But before I can move an inch, he sinks on my chair, grabs my legs by the ankles and holds them apart.

  He can read my thoughts.

  There is no other explanation.

  His gaze settles on my pantie clad crotch as he moves his head close. I watch transfixed and unable to look away till his teeth find my clitoris through the panties and he nips.

  "Liam! "

  He takes advantage of my distraction to pull my panties to the side and fast his lips on me. The way he goes to town on me has me struggling for breath like a fish out of water. He licks, he sucks, he teases, and he nips when I try to close my eyes. I can hear the slurping sounds, but I don't care enough to be embarrassed. He makes things even better by fitting his middle finger inside me and pushing in while his tongue is licking me.

  "You feel impossibly tight.”

  The words come out before I can even think clearly, "It has been too long.”

  His mouth lifts from me even though he leaves his finger inside me.

  "When was the last time you had sex?”

  Uh-oh. What do I say to that?

  "Define sex.”

  He drags his finger out of me again dragging a moan from me with it. His eyes narrow fastened on mine like he knows I am trying to be smart with him.” When was the last time a man put his cock inside this tight pussy Anna.”

  Oh he has such a dirty mouth. A mouth that he has put on me and made me feel all sorts of wonderful things.

  "Never, but I had a date with my vibrator four days ago.”

  My attempt at humor is lost on him because he is looking at me like I have grown two heads.

  "You are a virgin."

  Slow silent words.

  I try to open my mouth, but he pulls me by the legs until I am sitting on his lap.

  "Yes or no."

  It isn't something I am ashamed of, but he is making me feel guilty.

  "Yes.”

  I expect anger, but all I feel are his lips kissing my hair and his hands tightening on my waist.

  "Were you going to tell me or were we waiting till I was buried inside you to find out?”

  I can't tell if he is angry with me because he is holding me like he is afraid to let me go. He kisses my hair again taking a deep breath like he is smelling it.

  "I didn't think it necessary to tell."

  He nods pressing a kiss to my forehead this time.”I want to be noble, but now all I can't think of is being your first Anna. Do you want me to be your first?”

  There is no question about it, "I want this so much it hurts.”

  He stands with me in his arms and carries me out of the office, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. I expect him to push me on it, but instead, he stands me before him and proceeds to undress me.

  What is he thinking? I want to ask him but I can't get my lips to move, especially when he peels my panties off me and slides them down my body. After he is done, he stands back to admire his work then pushes me gently till I am lying on the bed. In front of me, he pulls his t-shirt over his head to reveal and slip yet muscular chest. Right in front of me, he undoes his belt and slides his jeans down his legs.

  "You are barefoot.”

  It sounds incredulous that I am noting that inconsequential fact when it is all I can do not to lick my lips at that impressive bulge he is sporting. His lips twitch, but it doesn't stop him from dropping that final piece of elastic cotton and striding towards me.

  Oh my.

  Liam Thorne is effing hung. For the first time since he kissed me I am having second thoughts because it is starting to actually dawn on me that I am untried. He touches my ankle making me look up at him.

  "It will be worth it.” A wicked curl of his lips before he adds, " I promise.”

  His leg parts mine and once more, his fingers find my core again. This time he doesn't bother teasing. Instead, he pushes one finger inside and starts to fuck me with it while his finger draws patterns on my clit. My back arches off the bed as he adds another finger making come hither motions. The way he is pumping in and out of me is almost rough, and I love it. When I feel the flat pad of another finger, I shake my head at him feeling myself quiver as an orgasm threatens on the precipice.

  He l
owers his head and captures my lips just as he fits the tip of his cock inside me and slams home. It should hurt.

  Correction- it effing hurts.

  But my orgasm chooses that exact moment to hit me and I scream over and over again into his mouth. He wears back and slams home almost immediately making both the pain and the orgasm soar even higher.

  "Want me to stop?” He asks against my lips.

  I nod in one thrust and shake my head in another thrust feeling like there is molten fire in my veins. I want him to stop, and I want him to never stop. He thrusts over and over again into me filling me up and stretching me over and over again. He wears up supported by his elbow and looks into my eyes. I am still whimpering with each thrust because it makes my orgasm spread even further as the tip of him touches the mouth of my womb over and over again. Finally, he shuddered and I feel a rush of warmth as he cums into me.

  I have had orgasms, but this is a monster of all orgasms.

  "Please.” I whisper to him. It was just starting to subside when he picks up pace again.

  It is scaring me how intense this feels. He looks into my eyes and nods hurrying his thrusts.

  "I wish I could stop,but I can't.”

  My hands go around his neck and my legs around his back and I hold on for dear life. I am still cumming, and now I feel like my entire body is having an orgasm. Liam holds me with one hand as he pounds me over and over again like he is trying to pound my orgasm deeper into me.

  "I can't.” I say weakly before my teeth find and sink into his neck.

  He holds me impossibly close and buries his face into my nec then stills pouring everything he has into me. Finally, his hand finds the headboard and he holds it for dear life. It is the only thing keeping him from collapsing on me.

  Our eyes finds each other and he looks into mine for quite a while as we both try to hold our breaths.

  "You are mine Anna.” My heart thuds against my ribcage hard enough to make me gasp.

  It sounds like a declaration the way he says it, but I don't want to delve into that. What are the chances that after this quarantine we will be together? So instead I say, "You kept going after you came.”

  He nods, "I was not done and you felt too good.”

  "Happens often?”

  He let's out an incredulous laugh that makes him twitch inside me, "Never actually.”

  When he finally pulls out of me, it is because he finally goes limp and has no other choice. When he lifts me from the bed, I almost fall down because of how weak my body feels. Liam doesn't say anything instead carrying me to the shower where he sets me on the floor and proceeds to wash and dry us both. My mind is so tired that I can't think past how good I feel all over and how good it feels to have him caring from him.

  When he carries me to the bed, I fall asleep immediately, but not before I feel him climb in beside me.

  Chapter Five

  Liam

  Anna looks like the innocent she actually is in the mid morning light. Her brown hair looks more like honey the more I look at it, and the freckles on her nose are more pronounced. She has never looked more beautiful to me and I want her even more.

  After making love to her for the first time yesterday, we both fell asleep exhausted yet so sated. I must have been more times than I thought because I woke up at four in the evening with Anna tucked in my arms. She wanted to take a proper shower and naturally I followed her in there. Of course I couldn't keep my hands to myself and since she was sore, I ended up eating her pretty pussy right there as the water cascaded around her like a siren.

  I have ducked a lot of women, but with Anna, I have made love to her. The connection I feel with her whether she is teasing me about sex, or is beneath me with her legs parted is not common. She is innocent of course so how would she know? I can tell from how she changed the subject after we had made love. I could tell by how conflicted she looked sitting on my couch when she arrived, and how she bolted when we were on screen together.

  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that she thinks this is about sex. But it also doesn't take a psychologist to tell I am going to do all I can to make her stay.

  I give her a kiss on the cheek and she murmurs something incoherent then goes back to sleep. Unwilling, I drag myself out of bed and cover her with the blanket as I go.

  She looks so good on my bed that I am not in a hurry to get her off it.

  I call Michael for updates on the internal saboteur and he describes to me a strategy they have come up with to deduct the original IP from the proxy that has been used. Personally, I don't know much about computers, but I know enough to piece together the strategy. I tell him to keep me updated when he does get the culprit and toss the phone on the other side of our desk.

  Our desk.

  I really like the sound of that and I intend to keep it that way.

  The next two hours are spent with me trying to work and ending up delegating nearly all of my work for the day. Still, I print and sign a few papers before I finally give up all hope of working and decide to surprise the woman in my bed with lunch in bed.

  I am a terrible cook, always have been. Which is why I opt to heat up some chicken and Cajun rice in my freezer, put in in plates, place them on a tray, and take them upstairs to her. I get there to find her sitting on the bed looking like she just woke up. She looks up at me and her eyes go wide with surprise.

  "Is that for me?”

  I shake my head and watch her blush. Anna is beautiful, but she underrated it to the point of disbelieving any man can cook for her.”It is for us.”

  I place the food between us and give her a plate. We sit there eating in relative silence before she breaks it.

  "What time is it?” She asks just as her eyes find the wall clock in my bedroom. Oh no is the only thing she says before trying to scramble out of bed. I reach out a hand and draw her to my lap remembering how well she fit on my lap while we discussed her virginity like I wasn't I hard enough to break wood.

  "Relax. It is only me who monitors the video cameras and the check in times.”

  Her head is shaking before I am even finished, "It isn't about that. I missed half a day of work yesterday. I can't lose another.”

  She must make sense, but to me, she is making none because her neck look so tempting and I can see the pretty pink of her panties underneath my t-shirt. She takes one look at me and I can see the moment it dawns on her that I am hardening right beneath her.

  "I promise to overwork you later.”

  She gives me a half shy smile shaking her head then kisses me so gently I almost break at the tenderness of the action. I allow it for a while pleasantly surprised that she is kissing me before I take over and deepen the kiss cupping her jaw to hold her steady. She tastes like the spicy chicken she just ate and I decide it tastes even better on her tongue.

  This time, it is her who pushes me back onto the bed and trails kisses all over. It is her who pushes my pants down to wrap a delicate hand around my cock and gives it a squeeze that has me breathing odd. She takes my hand and guides it between her legs slipping it into her panties. I don't need to be told to touch, but when I do press a finger to her clit, she swipes a thumb over the top of my cock making me buck off the bed. When I rub her little clit, she gives me yet another swipe. This time, I experiment by pressing my middle finger inside her and that earns me a fisted stroke from the base to the tip of my cock.

  Fuck me but I am loving this teasing side of her.

  I keep thrusting my finger adding another and she keeps stroking me over and over. I buck up to thrust between her gifted delicate fingers just in time with the thrust of my fingers before I realize what I am doing. I am imagining fucking her with my cock just like I am with my fingers and her fisted fingers.

  This connection we have between us doesn't come easy.

  I know it better than she does.

  When she finally pushes my hand away to press herself on me, I sigh with both pleasure and contentment. When Anna starts
moving on me with sharp and inexperienced movements, I close my eyes because this feels like home. She feels like home.

  How can I ever let her go when she has grown on me in such a short time?

  Her hands slap against my chest in frustration looking like she wants more but she doesn't know what it is exactly. I hold her waist to keep her on me so that I can sit up and I am rewarded with a ripple of her pussy. Holding her waist, I push her back till she is dangling supported by only my arm and start to fuck her.

  My hips move like I have no control over them as I drive my cock into her body over and over again. Her fingers clutch against my forearms and she holds on for dear life as I move in and out of her. She is so tight and so wet that I never want to stop.

  The thing with Anna is that I am not rushing towards a climax. I want to make this last instead. I want to imprint myself in her so deep that it is almost like a compulsion.

  Her eyes slide shut and I feel bereft so I press myself deep inside her till I feel that tight ring at the end of her pussycat and hold myself there feeling scalded by the heat that is her. She draws in a quick breath and looks at me.

  "Keep your eyes on me Anna.”

  I expect her to comply, but I should know she doesn't immediately do as I ask. Instead, the little minx drags herself off my cock slowly till only the tip is in her.

  "Why?”

  Her voice comes off breathy and desperate, but still...

  "Because I want them on me when I am balls deep inside you.”

  I draw her up till she is sitting up and drive in her so hard that a slapping sound fills the entire room. Her gasp is a good enough reward, but I want more. So I draw her back again and slam her down hard. This time she actually let's out a small scream, but it is not enough for me. Still I draw her back again by the waist and slam her down. Then I do it again, and again, and again until her screams fill the entire room.