Not Yet Yours

Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Harriet

I woke up early this morning feeling happy and motivated, so I had a quick shower, threw on my work clothes, and went to the bedroom I have converted into a studio and started working. I was planning on working on a commissioned piece, but I felt inspired to do something different. I began working on a new passion piece instead. I’ve been working on it for a few hours now and it’s starting to take real form in my mind now although it’s a long way from being finished in reality.

I’ve just finished a particularly tricky bit and gotten it right the first time and I’m feeling really proud of myself. I’m smiling already when my cell phone pings. I wipe my hands on a rag and take a look at it. My smile widened when I see that I have a text message from Liam.

I open the message and my smile gets even wider. It’s so wide now that my cheeks are starting to hurt.

Don’t forget you promised me I could see your sculptures

He’s right, I did promise him he could see them, and I am due a break. Should I be brave and tell him he can stop by now if he wants to? I’m sure it’s a good idea. I’m happy and will enjoy a visit from a friend right now, and if he says he can’t come now, it’s not like a rejection, it’ll just mean he’s busy at work, so it won’t kill my vibe. I type out a reply.

I haven’t forgotten. Come to my place now if you want to

I have barely set my cell phone back down when it pings again.

I’m on my way

A shiver of excitement goes through me, and I can feel goosebumps chasing each other across my skin at the thought of seeing Liam again. Not that I’m missing him or anything.

I spend the next ten minutes putting a pot of coffee on and then tidying up around my workshop. When I have it tidy, I go and give my hands a good wash and then I wait for Liam to arrive. I don’t have to wait too long before there’s a knock at my door. I rush down the stairs and I catch sight of myself in the mirror hanging at the bottom of them.

I have on a pair of black leggings with a hole in the knee and an oversized checkered shirt, both of which are splattered with paint from where I wear them when I’m decorating. They are also covered in little blobs of clay and glue and all kinds of craft-related stuff. My hair is thrown in a messy bun and bits are hanging out all over. And there is a swipe of clay across one of my cheeks, which I try to wipe off only to find it is dried on. Fuck.

The knock on my door comes again and I don’t have any choice but to go and open it the way I am. I pull it open and there’s Liam standing there in a perfectly tailored black suit with a pale green shirt and a darker green silk tie. He looks like the picture of well-dressed elegance, and I look like a fucking hot mess.

“Excuse the state of me,” I say.

“I was just thinking how cute you looked,” Liam grins as he comes inside.

“If by cute you mean homeless then I get it,” I say, and we both laugh.

“Seriously, I like this paint-splattered look. It’s very fetching,” Liam says.

I roll my eyes, but I don’t say anything else. I start up the stairs.

“Wow, how very forward of you, straight upstairs,” Liam says.

“Don’t go getting any ideas. My workspace is up here,” I say.

“Well damn,” Liam says with a grin.

I reach the top of the stairs and go to my makeshift studio. I open the door and Liam follows me inside. He glances about.

“Wow,” he says, going to the cabinet where I keep all of my smaller completed pieces. He peers inside and then looks across at me. “Did you really make all of these?” I nod. “They’re amazing.” I open my mouth to say they aren’t that good, but Liam gets in before me. “And don’t dare try to tell me they are anything less than that. You have a real talent for this Harriet.”

I blush and smile, accepting his compliment even though it is my nature to deflect anything nice anyone says about me.

He moves on from the cabinet to the display case of the larger pieces and again, he is very complimentary. As he’s examining the pieces, I pour us each a cup of coffee. I hand one to Liam and he thanks me and keeps looking at my work. I thought I would feel a bit strange showing him something so personal to me, but I don’t. In fact, his reaction is making me glad I let him see my stuff. He really does seem to like my pieces and I don’t get the impression he’s just saying it to be polite because he is spending ages examining each piece.

He moves to the next part of the room, which is a long bench with lots of started projects set out on it.

“So, what are these?” Liam asks.

“Some of them are pieces I’m currently working on, and some are things I started and wasn’t really feeling so I’ll wait until I’m inspired to work on them again,” I say. “And this one here on its own is the piece I am currently working on. It’s barely more than a blob at the minute because I only started it this morning.”

“I can see it’s a long way from finished, but I think it’s fair to say that it’s a little bit better than a blob,” Liam laughs. He nods toward the last bench-style table in the room which is currently empty. “And what’s this one for?”

“Finishing touches,” I say. “Like if I need to paint on any detailing or anything like that.”

Liam puts his now empty coffee cup down on the bench, far away from my current work in progress, and then he turns around and closes the gap between us in three or four strides. He takes my cup and puts it down too and then he pushes his hands into my hair where it has come loose around the sides, and he leans in to kiss me.

“You pronounced ‘fucking me’ wrong,” he says and then his lips are on mine, and I find myself kissing him back.

Liam pushes my leggings and my panties down as he kisses me. I pull one leg out of them, and I go to take the other leg out, but Liam rips his mouth from mine, and panting with desire, he orders me to turn around. I do as he says, the leggings that cling to one of my ankles forgotten.

“Bend over the bench,” Liam says, and I eagerly obey him, bending down and resting my elbows on the bench.

I move my naked leg to the side, opening myself up for Liam and I hear him moan as he watches me. His hand comes through my legs and his fingers press in between my lips. He stretches his fingers out and the longest two find my clit and he begins to massage it. As he works my clit, the rest of his hand presses against my vulva and my pussy opening and it’s kind of weird, but in a nice way. He brings me almost to orgasm and then he pushes his thumb inside of me.

It’s a far cry from the feeling of his cock filling me up, but it’s the perfect length to tease my g-spot which is exactly what Liam does. He moves my clit between his two fingers, caressing it and getting the ultra-sensitive parts at the sides involved. At the same time, he moves the tip of his thumb in a figure-eight motion over my g-spot. At first, the feeling is almost unbearable, like I have a full bladder and I need to pee, but I can’t. The feeling makes me want to kind of push, but I resist the urge and the feelings of needing to pee or push pass, leaving behind only pleasure. I’m getting closer to coming when Liam changes the way he’s touching me.

He keeps his fingers on my clit and his thumb inside of me and he makes a pincer-like gesture as though he’s trying to unite his thumb and fingers. It’s intense and strange and fucking amazing and I scream out his name as my climax smashes through me.

Liam’s fingers and thumb slip away from me as I come undone bent over the bench. I hear the rustling sound of his pants opening and then them and his boxers being pushed down his legs. I feel the tip of his rock-hard cock against the opening of my pussy and before I can quite prepare myself, Liam pushes inside of me and stretches my pulsing channel.

I cry out his name as my orgasm starts to fade and is instantly overtaken by another one. Liam thrusts into me, his hands on my hips, pulling me backward onto him, making me take his full length. I want his full length. I’m greedy for everything he wants to give me. I let him move me and just enjoy the sensation.

I can tell Liam is close to climaxing because of the way his breathing has changed, but he’s holding himself back and I realize he isn’t finished with me yet. This sends a pulse of desire through me, and I tighten my pussy around Liam’s cock, making him cry out.

He runs one of his hands up my back. I can feel the tickle of my shirt against my spine. When he reaches the top of my back, Liam takes hold of my bun and tugs, pulling me up and backward toward him. He doesn’t pull hard, and I don’t resist him, but it still sends a thousand little stinging pains through my scalp. I open my mouth to tell him to stop, that I don’t like it, but then I realize I’m wrong. I do like it. I am fucking loving it. A thousand pinpricks of pain all turn to pleasure at the same time, flooding my system with a feeling that almost makes me come on the spot.

Liam pulls me up until I’m standing straight, my back pressing against his front. He uses one foot to hook the leg of a nearby stool and pulls it over. He runs his hand over my hip and my ass cheek and down my thigh and then he runs it back up, but this time, when he reaches just below my ass cheek, he lifts my leg up and plants my foot squarely on the stool. He kicks it further away once my foot is on it, keeping me open for him.

He begins to thrust again and as he moves in and out of my pussy, his length moves between my ass cheeks, sending yet another sensation through me. At the same time, his hand moves around to the front of my body, and he begins fondling my clit again. He gives me a moment to adjust to the new sensations and then he lowers his head and kisses up and down my neck.

I turn my head toward him and he kisses back up my neck and then he fits his lips over mine and when I come, I scream his name into his mouth. My orgasm is like nothing I have ever felt before. My scalp is still tingling slightly, and my clit, ass, and pussy are all being stimulated at once. The fullness in my pussy is matched by the fullness in my mouth from Liam’s probing tongue and my thigh muscles are on fire, which is kind of uncomfortable, but somehow only adds to my pleasure as my climax slams through me.

I let go and let my body be ravaged by pleasure. I lean back against Liam, close my eyes, and float away. He moves his mouth from mine and kisses around to my ear.

“Your pussy is mine,” he says, and rather than scare me off, his words cause a gushing of liquid to come from me, coating Liam and me in warm stickiness.

As my orgasm starts to fade, every muscle that tightened relaxes including my thighs and I feel my knees buckling and I’m falling toward the ground. Liam pulls his fingers from my clit and wraps both arms around me, stopping me from falling. He keeps holding me up while he pounds into me and after a few seconds, he moans, and I feel his cock go wild inside of me as he comes hard. He moans again, an animal-like sound that thrills me. I cling to his arms where they are around me and Liam clings to me. He presses his face into my shoulder muffling the sound of his moans, but I feel them vibrating through my body and I come again.

This orgasm takes me completely by surprise, but I’m not complaining as Liam, and I climax together and then collapse in a heap together on the ground. Liam pulls me into his lap, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and we stay that way until we have our breaths back.

When I feel like I can stand up without my legs betraying me, I get up and pull my panties and my leggings back onto my second leg and then I pull them up. Liam follows my lead, and gets up, pulls his boxers and pants up, and fastens his pants. When he is dressed again, he looks at his watch.

“Oh fuck,” he says.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I have a meeting in less than an hour,” he says.

“What’s wrong with that? You have plenty of time to get back to your office, don’t you?” I ask.

“Well technically yes, but how bad does it look if I leave now? It looks like I only came over to fuck you,” he says.

“Welcome to being fuck buddies,” I say with a grin. “It means you don’t have to feel guilty about leaving after we fuck.”

“And you’re not just saying that?” Liam says, looking at me with suspicion in his eyes. “Are you going to call your friends and tell them what a bastard I am when I’ve gone?”

“No,” I laugh, shaking my head. “I should be getting back to work myself anyway.”

Liam comes over to me and takes hold of my shoulders. He kisses me on the forehead.

“You are so fucking cool,” he says. “I’ll give you a call, ok? Maybe we’ll grab lunch or dinner or something this weekend?”

“Yeah maybe,” I say.

I still don’t think he quite grasps the idea of fuck buddies, but he’ll get there. I hope. Because the way he is treating it at the moment is more like we are dating and if I thought fuck buddies was dangerous territory, well that’s even worse.