Beautifully Revealed (2 page)

“I hate that you’re right,” he says getting up from his seat. He walks around my desk and kisses my forehead. “Thanks for the realistic view on this.” I watch him leave the room hoping Lillian is up to an
extended lunch.

I press the intercom on my phone and call Lillian into my office.
Besides Liam’s mom, Anna, Lillian is the only woman I’ve ever connected with in anyway. I was pretty sheltered as a little girl, my dad thought it was good for me to be home schooled so until I was fourteen I had very little interaction with the outside world. I begged and pleaded with my dad to let me go to a real high school, and when he finally agreed I had daydreams of making real girlfriends and maybe meeting a cute boy or two. That dream was shattered pretty quickly once I realize all the girls already had their cliques and my appearance only made them feel threatened.

The more attention I got from boys
, the nastier the girls became, so I grew a thick skin when it came to female cattiness. After I got involved with a senior jock things got worse. When he got tired of me constantly saying no, he called me a cock tease, and lied to his friends about fucking me which ended with me being labeled the school whore. That incident scared me off boys and sex, until my innocence was stolen. Then I decided to take what I needed, and fuck everyone else.

Lillian knocks on the door before entering,
cautiously avoiding eye contact with me. She sits in the seat Rich just vacated, and a usually bubbly Lillian is mute. I begin to laugh and she glances at me oddly. “Lillian it was just sex. You’re acting like you’re walking out in front of a judge and jury.” A small smile plays on her lips and she shakes her head.

“Isabella
, he’s so much younger than me, it’s just wrong. I try to keep the boundaries up, but there’s this crazy attraction between us that I can’t resist. I’ve never felt anything like it with any other man,” she sighs then slumps back into the chair. “I’m a child molester.”

“Lillian
, stop. That man is no child. If what I walked in on is any indication, he is a very real, very virile man so cut the child shit out. Yes he’s a lot younger than you, but he’s mature, smart, and he’s one of your best friends. What more can a girl ask for? Stop fighting what your heart wants to appease your mind. I’ll bet you’d be happier if you’d just listen to your heart.” I’ve become a relationship counselor in a matter of minutes.
Imagine that
.

“I don’t know
, Isabella. I’ll think about it.”

“Well
I have just the way to get your head off your younger man issues. How about we take an extended lunch? I need a dress for the
MADDOX
magazine party tomorrow night.”

She sits up in her chair
, and her eyes widen. “You didn’t get a dress yet? Isabella, what are you thinking?”

“I forgot it was this week
end. So what do you say? I have someone coming to cover the phones in an hour so we’ll be free for the rest of the day.”

“Hell yeah, nothing like a shopping spree to get a girl to forget her troubles.”

********

I come away from the shopping trip with three dress options for the next
night, and I managed to talk Lillian into bringing Rich along with her to the party. After much coercing she grudgingly agreed. I fumble with my key as I stroll in from the lobby with my hands full of bags.

“Liam!” I shout soon as the door opens.
I missed him more than should be possible, and I'm beginning to think it’s not healthy to be so strongly affected by a man.  “Where are you? I missed you,” I say as walk down the hallway. This condo is seriously too big for two people.

I run into a mass of curly hair as I turn
into the study. I drop my bags a little startled before I realize it’s just Gabby. “Hey, Gabby, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” I say while gathering up my bags.

“Hi
, Isabella,” she grabs a bag and hands it to me before heading for the door.

I stare at her departing back until I feel
Liam’s arms wrap around my waist. “I don’t think she likes me.”

“She doesn’t know you and she’
s very overprotective of me.” His lips brush against my neck sending goose bumps across my skin. The only person I’ve seen Liam have any personal connection with is Gabby. It makes me unusually distressed that she doesn’t want me with Liam. She seems to be to Liam, what Lucas is to me, and if that is the case she’s his only family. I feel like I need to connect with her so she doesn’t feel the urge to run out of a room every time I appear, I just don’t know how to go about it. The fact that I want to connect with anybody is a huge step for me.

Liam
lifts me up into his arms, and carries me to our room. The bags in my hands hit the floor as soon as we cross the threshold. He tosses me on the bed and I watch him strip off his suit piece by piece. I follow his lead and begin to quickly strip off my clothes, by the time he’s naked and striding towards me with his cock pointing heavenwards, I only have my panties on.

He yanks my legs from underneath me and I fall flat on my back.
I gasp as I feel his warm mouth close over the thin strip of silky cloth covering my pussy. The feel of his tongue over the silky material makes it even more erotic. He sucks on my clit and my hips jerk up towards him and I’m seconds away from ripping the panties off. I want to feel his mouth on me, I want him to make me so wet that I can feel it dripping down my ass.

He looks at me
and smiles. He knows what I’m aching for, and I begin to whine when he returns to flicking his tongue over my soaked panties. “Liam, please just lick me.”

“I am licking you
,” he chuckles.

I sit u
p on my elbows and glare at him, “Take the fucking panties off so I can feel your tongue.”

He returns my glare and backs off my aching middle. “
Whose pussy is this?”

Great
, now I’ve provoked his dominant side. If I don’t tell him what he wants to hear he’ll keep me begging for hours.

“It’s yours,” I mumble.

“You don’t tell me what to do with this pussy. You take what I give you and I want you to watch me while I eat you.”

I nod my head at him,
watch him lower his head, and begin making slow lazy circles over my clit through the fabric. Watching his tongue glide over my swollen sensitive bud is so stimulating I can feel my body begin to quake. Umm…the slide of his tongue feels amazing, but I know he can keep me on the edge like this for a long time. He bites down on the edge of my thigh and I yelp in surprise. His tongue traces the edge of my panties and I shift my hips to get him to go under the material and explore.

He glances at me
, and I stiffen. He’s going to torture me tonight and I’m going to take it because I love this game we play. I never thought any man could satisfy me sexually, but Liam goes beyond that. He does all the dirty things I love while still treating me like I’m his queen. He’s changed me, I no longer look for satisfaction through sexual exploits with many men. All I need sexually is in the palm of his hand, and he gives it to me in abundance.

He pulls the crotch of my panties to the side and stares at my moist entrance with deep lust. He
looks me in the eye, the corner of his lip lifts, and then he dives in aggressively licking and sucking at my sensitive folds. My head falls back against the pillow as I try to moan or scream but my vocal cords have frozen up from the multitude of sensations flowing through my body.

His tongue stiffens as it enters my tight tunnel. He flicks my walls as he thrust
s in and out of me. The muscles in my legs tighten and Liam pats my thigh, a signal to get me to relax. I take a deep breath and loosen up my tense muscles, getting lost in the teasing slide of his tongue. His hands rub my thighs gently, massaging them as he ravishes my pussy from the inside out. He attaches his mouth to my clit and two light licks later I’m coming in his mouth. My body trembles uncontrollably as he kneels betweens my legs and slowly feeds me his rock hard erection. The sensation of him entering me never gets old. It feels new and different every time he possesses me.

His thrusts are slow a
nd sharp. He pulls all the way out with every thrust, watching my face every time he reenters. The feeling of him leaving makes me ache to the point that every time he reenters me, my moans get louder and louder. I accept him back into me more grateful for the privilege of having him within me with each possessive stroke.

I plead with him to stop teasing me and his eyes darken. Playtime is over
, and his emerald eyes say he’s going to take me, and take me hard. He pushes my knees back towards my shoulders, and pounds into me ferally. His thick shaft hits every wall in my pussy. The rhythmic motions against my g-spot are breathtaking. I brace myself to experience another one of Liam mind blowing orgasms. I fist the sheets hoping it will be able to keep me grounded, but then he changes the game. He cups one of my breasts with his right hand, pinching my nipple and he uses his other hand to lazily massage my clit. One more bump against my g-spot, and I shatter completely.

My head
thrashes from side to side on the pillow as I scream his name over and over, but he doesn’t cease his powerful motions. He feeds my orgasm by pounding against my g-spot until I see colors, and tears trickle from my eyes due to the overwhelming pleasure.

His
rhythm finally falters, and I open my eyes to watch him lose control inside of me. His dark hair is drenched, and his eyes are wild and unfocused. He grunts loudly before he swiftly pulls out, and strokes his rigid cock as a load of hot cum bursts out onto my stomach and breasts. His hands tremble as he strokes himself till every last drop oozes out the slit at the tip of his twitching cock.

I massage his cum into my breast
s, enjoying the slippery feel of his release on my nipples. He looks at me and smiles. “That’s how you like it don’t you?” I nod at him pleased at how he always feeds my dirty side. He collapses next to me and shakes his head when I place a finger in my mouth to taste him.

“I
love you,” he whispers into my ear.

“Of course you do, who else w
ould accept your perverted ways?”

He pu
lls me to him and bites neck. “There is no other woman like you. You’re as sexually corrupt as I am, and I love that too.”

After taking a moment to catch his breath, h
e drags me to the shower where he washes his cum off my body, and massages shampoo into my hair. I love when he treats me like I’m special. It takes time to get used to since I’ve had such a low opinion of myself for so long. Most times I don’t know how to accept that anyone sees anything worth loving in me. This is a step into a new direction, a new Isabella, and that includes accepting the love that Liam offers me.

Liam

“What are you wearing?”  I ask Ella as she steps into the den in a dress so revealing, there’s no doubt that I’ll have to be her watchdog tonight. She does a full circle twirl, and I grimace at how close her breasts came from bouncing out.

“It’s a halter dress
,” she says, pretending not to notice how skimpy her outfit is.

“
Go change.”

She saunters over to me
, wrapping her arms around my neck. “We don’t have time for that, the car’s already downstairs waiting.”

“Ella
, those straps barely cover your breasts, and where’s the back? If you decide to dance your breasts will not be contained in that.”

“They’re
taped to the dress so no one will see anything.” She turns and walks to the door. Her back is totally bare, and that skirt is so short if she bends over someone may just see that sweet slit in between her legs.
I’m fucked
. I follow her into the foyer thinking if I don’t have to put my fist into someone’s face tonight, I’ll be surprised.

As we pull up outside the party I give Ella a severe look. “You stay close to me, I need to see you or I may lose
my mind in there.” She rolls her eyes at me and shakes her head in disbelief. The scary thing is I’m absolutely serious. If she wanders off and some man thinks to touch her the wrong way, I will bring the party to a halt.

We walk the
red carpet hand in hand. Stopping to pose for countless pictures, but we manage to avoid the prying questions from the reporters lined up behind the ropes. I stop to introduce Ella to a couple athletes and other celebrities who often attend these parties. She smiles politely, but is mostly unimpressed by the celebrity presence.

She tenses as we appro
ach our table, and I look over at her wondering why she clammed up. I follow her worried gaze and realize we’ve been seated at the same table as Arianna.

Arianna smirks at me, fully aware that her presence is irritating Ella. My grip tightens on Ella’s hand as she tries to pull away.

“You didn’t tell me she would be here.” She look
s at me accusingly.

“She’s the host this year, and a
s the CEO I have to sit at the head table with the host.” I pull her closer to me and whisper in her ear, “The Ella I know doesn’t cower.” I arch an eye brow at her.