My Freya & Our Miracle Baby

Chapter 3: Far From Over

*Mature Content*

Freya POV

“Not a chance.” Scoffing, I shake my head and walk back to my station at the bar. Klara and George give me the look. You know the look, the look like what the f**k did you just do? Turning around, I see that they all are taking their leave, even John.

“Woah, since when did you grind on some dirty frat boy?” George frowns at me, but I shake my head.

“Oh, please! She was totally doing it to make Liam Kingsman jealous and it worked!” Klara tries to high five me, but I shake my head. That wasn’t the point I was making.

“Shut up, Klara!” Hannah yells out towards us. “Liam couldn’t give a rat’s ass about some trailer trash.” Wow, okay. Before Klara can rush on her, I stop her.

“Don’t bother. Let’s just finish the shift and get out of here.” Though that may be easier said than done. I’m pretty tipsy after all those drinks. Relying on Karla and George for the rest of the hour that we are on shift, my drunkenness has started to take effect with the last fifteen minutes. Last call is here and a rush of customers try to get their last orders in for the night, but I trip over and fall on a bunch of glass, cutting up the palm of my hand. f**k.

“Woah. Woah. Why don’t you just head back for the night? You don’t look so good.” Though George suggests it, Klara agrees immediately to the idea.

“Yeah, seriously. We got it from here.” With my impaired judgment, I just nod to them as I grapple on to the bars and stumble over to the elevator. Just as the elevator opens up, I almost fall over in place, but I get snatched up and pulled up bridal style. What the f**k. Everything is so dizzy that I just groan out, too exhausted to do anything much.

“Wake up.” I hear that chilling voice and I know immediately who that is, Liam. What the hell does he want? His hands smack on my face a little bit to try and get me to wake up as my eyes threaten to shut.

“Woah, what happened to her?” Johnny’s voice rings out, causing my headache to only hurt more. Geez.

“Your stupid little game.” Liam grits out at him as I feel his hands tighten on me. “Everyone out!” With a bunch of footsteps and a ring of the elevator, silence surrounds us.

Next thing I know, I am seated on a bathroom counter in the penthouse suite. Guess he carried me here. Wincing, I feel a sharp pain on my hand. When I look down, I see that he’s taking the glass out of it. Oh.

“Thanks.” I groan out as I feel the last of the glass come out of my hand. Liam wraps my hand in some bandage and I feel something come up from my stomach. Oh, God. Before he can finish wrapping the bandage, I rush to the toilet and throw up. Liam is quick to be in there and holds my hair back while rubbing softly on my back as I continue to throw up.

When I feel it finally stop, I slowly get myself up with the help of Liam’s arm. Finally able to stand on my own two feet, I still feel the lingering effects of the alcohol, but I at least feel much better.

“Told you the tough girl act doesn’t suit you.” Leaving him an irritated glare, I swear he actually let out a small smile. But who knows for sure?

“I need to go home.” I say as I shudder out in his cold bathroom. Slowly, he takes off his blazer jacket and wraps it around me. Though the jacket engulfs me, I am grateful nonetheless as it keeps me warm.

I head over to the sink and rinse my mouth from the throw up before I feel his hands on my hips. Shutting off the valve for the sink, I lean back into him as he plants a dangerous kiss on my neck.

“Or you could stay.” He whispers ever so lightly that I barely catch it. And I would be lying to say I wasn’t tempted. Liam is sculpted like a Greek God. With a quick wit, how could any woman really resist?

“Did you take the shot?” I ask, changing the subject, and turn around to face him. Both his arms run against my sides to warm me up as I lean against the counter, barely awake.

“Yes.” I smile through my tipsy state.

“Liar.” He leans in and his breath fans over my face. My body shudders as he plants those sweet lips onto mine. s**t. My mouth opens involuntarily and I am at his disposal. His tongue easily dominates mine. The room starts to heat up as this jacket starts to slip off of me when I extend my arms and wrap it around the back of his neck, using his broad shoulder to balance.

“Fuck.” He slips out with a heavy breath as we finally break apart. As I jump into his arms, he jabs his tongue into my mouth as we start again fighting for dominance, neither one of us willing to back down this time.

His large hands roughly grab my ass causing me to lose control and moan out in pleasure. My p***y starts to drown these panties. God, damn it. I can’t do this. I can’t. f**k. But I can’t stop. He’s practically a drug.

That tongue of his makes his way into every crevice of my mouth, causing me to grind up on him. With that one grind, we finally break apart. Gulping down, I grab at his shirt to take it off, not caring if the buttons break off. He sets me down on the counter as he unbuckles his belt and drops it to the floor with a cling as it hits the hard bathroom title.

Lifting me up again, he intensely attacks my neck and grunts out in absolute pleasure. f**k. We make it to the living room that I first saw him in. Pushing me down to the couch, I have to run it through my head if this is really what I am going to do. Now would be the chance to say something about it.

“On your knees.” He points to the floor and unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down alongside his boxers. His shoes are already off.

For whatever reason, my body submits to his command and I get on my knees and face the easily nine inch, maybe even ten inch c**k in front of me, oozing that precum. Oh, God. Without another word, I hold his d**k lightly so I can lick the precum off his tip, causing him to erupt in a groan that makes my lady parts wetter than I ever thought possible.

Giving him no warning, I put my small lips around the tip and start to tease him a bit. Having never done this before, I kind of just have to make it work, but I have some undying need to satisfy him. Or is it because I know that when it’s his turn, I need him to satisfy me. Nonetheless, I start rubbing back and forth on his shaft with my right hand in tune with my mouth as I put him deeper and deeper into my mouth.

“f**k, baby.” He undoes my ponytail and uses his two hands to grasp at my long black hair. Using that hold on me, he moves me faster in and out and I use my left hand to massage his balls, which only causes him to overload.

Because suddenly, his hot seed comes shooting at the back of my throat and he holds me in his mouth so I swallow it. With him that deep into me, I start to choke and tears fill my eyes as I can hardly handle it, but I do what I am told. When he is finally done spilling into my mouth, he pulls my hair back and forces me to look up at him. Wiping away a tear that fell, I bite down lightly on my bottom lip.

“Good girl.” He says to me and I shudder out. Still holding me by the hair, he gets me to stand and turn around. With a slow unzipping of my dress, I breathe calmly, or as calmly as possible. I can’t believe I just did that. Is it the alcohol?

The dress falls down to the floor and I step out of it, but I’m still in my heels and panties that are practically useless now. Keeping those on, he throws me back down on the couch so that I sit facing the fireplace across from the couch. Though it’s chilling in this penthouse, it feels like a thousand degrees with him.

Liam gets on his knees and stares me in the eye. His left hand grapples at my hair to gather my full attention and warning.

“You’re my little whore.” Though normally I would be pretty offended, Liam saying it makes something in me burn for him. “And I have one rule. Never c*m until I command you to.”

“And what happens if I break the rule?” He gives me a devious smirk before leaning into my left ear and whispering.

“Oh, I hope you do.” With that, I shudder. His right hand that was rubbing circles on my inner thigh starts to rub closer and closer to what I fear the most. “Is my little w***e horny?” He whispers as he finally gets to the outskirts of my panties and feel the wetness I have for him.

“And what do you plan on doing about it?” I whisper back, two can play this game. Taking his left hand off my hair, he uses both hands to take off the panties and I slide down the couch a bit to lift myself up so he can slide them down seductively down my legs.

He hums in pure delight as he glides his fingers in my c**t and begins to ferociously rub them, not caring if he is gentle or not. I lean deeper into the couch as I never thought it would feel like this. Woah. I feel my stomach tightening and my p***y clench and unclench.

With no notice, he plunges two fingers into me. His merciless attacks only push me further to the edge as I start to thrash against this couch. f**k. My walls wraps deliciously around his fingers. Liam watches me intently get turned on with every single one of his motions, getting more and more turned on as I see his c**k up and ready to go again.

“f**k, don’t tempt me.” He says harshly to me. Tempt him to do what? I don’t know, I’m just scared what’s going to happen if I don’t keep my end of the bargain. And then suddenly, a third finger slips in and I gasp out in surprise and pleasure. I can’t hold as my pressured walls are threatening to crash against those devil fingers that are pumping in and out of me at such a rate that I think I am actually going to physically pass out.

“Liam. I can’t…” I moan out so loud that I almost scream from the pleasure. Then, just like that, those walls that I tried so hard not break, do. f**k. “LIAM! f**k! AHHHH!” I scream out as my first ever orgasm was so powerful that I lose all my other senses. With a quick dispersal of his fingers, his not so gracious lips dips down as he releases my hair and his hands start to grab my t**s, rubbing them aggressively.

That hellish tongue of his starts licking up every one of my juices that start to shoot out. I didn’t even realize my body was capable of doing that. Just as he starts licking my p***y of all my juices, I feel that tongue in my hole and I gasp out. f**k. f**k. Those walls start build its pressure, but this time it makes no attempt to not break down. With another hard squeeze, I grab the back of his head with my left hand as my right hand guides his left hand on my t**s and I help him squeeze harder.

“oh my God. Oh My God. OH MY GOD!” I scream out relentlessly as another orgasm takes hold and my juices squirt at him. Like a predator that’s finishing up his favorite meal, he slurps me up loudly and in great pleasure.

“What did I say about breaking my rule?” He says, licking his lips. “Damn, you taste good. Have a taste.” Liam leans into me and gives me an aggressive taste of my juices as his tongue finds its way into my mouth.

“Liam.” I try to tell him, I really do, but my heart feels like it exploded twice and I am still coming down from it. “I-“ Not being able to get any words out, he gets me up.

“Oh, baby. This is far from over.”