Delicate

6

Anastasia's POV:

I remember I felt dizzy as I got out of the washroom and went down to the convocation again. I drank glass after glass. The burning sensation in my throat has subsided but now I felt my breath slowing down and my heart pacing so calmly. I felt my feet unsteady. I wasn't able to think straight. I remember my hands shaking and wine spilling all over my dress. I still drank the wine not caring about the dress. Suddenly I felt a hand snatching my arm strongly and turning me around.
I don't remember anything after that. 

And now I get whom that hand belonged to. 

Liam.
I was sleeping in his room. He brought me here. I sit up straight as I find my head heavy because I drank too much. I looked over at myself as realization hit me. He changed my clothes. Omg! 
Oh nah- he has already seen me....naked. I shrugged it off as I heard the bathroom door creak open in front of the bed. I saw Liam. He was probably taking a night bath. He gave me a glass of water and I drank it in one breath. I sat there in his bathrobe while he was in merely a towel wrapped around his waist.

I looked at him. He was leaning along the bedside table as he was staring at me. He was piercing my soul.

They say eyes are the gateway to one's soul. 

We looked at each other, a silent affirmation passing between us.

I feel a blush spreading across my skin and my heart pounding.

"Your eyes won't make my towel fall off, baby girl.", he broke the sensual silence.

"I don't even want them to fall off.", I lied. I lied because I didn't want to look like I was the only one who was anticipating this. I knew he wanted my bathrobe to leave my body more. 
Besides, he has a lot to explain to me. Without that, I'm not giving in anymore. At least I decided not to.

"Oh really? Is that so?", he gave me a cocky look. 

He moved from his place over to his closet that is seen from the bed. His closet is like an alley. Clothes are divided on both sides. I saw dark shades there only. 

He took hold of a black fabric. I assumed it is a hoodie and handed it over to me. 
" Your body seems to have other plans.", he said with a smirk and eyeing my breasts. My hard nipples could be seen through the silk robe. 

There's no way I would be in the same room as Liam and not turned on.

I took that black hoodie and crawled down the bed to change.

*time skips*

He insisted on dropping me off at home. I agreed. It was past midnight and the streets of L.A. can be scary sometimes. 

We got in his car and he drove. I was too tired but still, I spoke as I could no longer await my questions, "What is happening Liam? I mean, what exactly are we doing?"
"I know you have a lot of questions. I promise to answer them all.", he seemed prepared.
"But-"
"If you feel dizzy you might take a day off tomorrow.....", he said cutting me off and looking towards me, "....I will need you at night."
"What?", I frowned at him puzzled.
"We're going out tomorrow- well, tonight on a date. We can talk stuff there.", he announced.

A date? Mm-hm. Not bad. 

It's not like I had a say in it. The fact that I wouldn't have declined him asking me for a date but I wasn't even given a say to approve it. He is dominating and I feel so submissive in my woman's skin. I am not like this generally. I behold the power to protest against people but him. 

"I will deliver a dress to you. Wear it."
"Don't send me something sheer like that again."
He smirked.
"I thought you wouldn't wear it."
"I wouldn't have worn it if I had a choice.", I gave him a stern look.
"If you hadn't worn it, maybe nothing would have happened between us.
"Even though I think you purposely made me wear that dress I don't think anything would have changed than what it is right now."
He raised a brow at my confident statement as he didn't take his eyes off the road.
"Would you blow me off, baby girl?"

"No!", I widened my eyes at him and shouted.
He pulled the brakes off the car as he parked it in front of my house. 
My head was about to hit the front of the car that he placed his left palm between. 
I sat straight up quickly. He took my hand and placed them on his crotch. I could feel his cock. So damn hard. I smiled as I realized it was because of me. 

"You're responsible for this, baby girl....", he rubbed my hands onto his crotch from above his trouser. I wanted to hold his cock in my little hands and place my fingers around it. Slowly rubbing and teasing him along his length. But I can't. If I do one thing right now, I'm sure where that would lead up to.
I didn't want that before we talked.

I took a glimpse of his face. His eyes were closed. He was feeling the slightest bit of touch of my hands on him.

I removed my hands. His face drew with disappointment.

"I need to go now.", I stated as I opened my seat belt and attempted to get out of the car.
He held my waist and sat me back. He opened his seatbelt in a swift motion and attacked my lips. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, tasting me like he's never tasted anything so good like that before. The kiss was hungry, fast, and rough, eager to satiate our burning spirits of us.

He was so mad, he roughened his movements inside my mouth claiming every inch of me. Biting my lips and grabbing the base of my head. My hands found their way to intertwine and tangle up in his soft hair. He pulled me on his lap.

We were making out in the driving seat.

I ground my hips down on his rock-hard member. He groaned into my mouth and I moaned into him as my bare pussy ground on his member. I was so sure I'm leaving traces of my juices on his trousers. He roughly gripped my hips and pulled me down to him, pressing my pussy firmly on his cock. I felt his cock twitch under me. He was so eager to release. I pushed my throbbing wet dripping pussy harder on his dick. He groaned into my mouth. The vibrations made the rough kiss even hotter. He slipped his hands under my hoodie. His hoodie. He was holding my boobs in either of his hands. I proceeded to hump against his cock without breaking the kiss as he continued to pinch my nipples under the hoodie. At this moment I didn't care about anything else but making him orgasm beneath me. The only thing that separated our yin and yang was his trousers. His movements were sloppy, fast, and heated against me. He was angry but damn fucking enjoying my grinding on him with no rational thoughts and just the anger and desire to fuck me. I moaned into his mouth as my clit was worked up by the friction between us. I felt myself losing my energy as I was driving myself close to the edge rubbing myself against his cock. I wanted those trousers to go off so badly. I wanted his cock inside of me so badly. The thought of him fucking me was making me even more wet. He pulled back from the kiss and aggressively grabbed my hips pushing me hard onto his cock as close as he could get. He couldn't get enough of it. Neither could I. My pussy was throbbing and aligning on his hard twitching length. He let go of my hips and started rubbing my clit. His thumbs encircled my clit. my head fell back as waves of pleasure flooded my body. I clenched my fists on his shoulder tightly holding onto the hoodie he was wearing. His groans were like a symphony to my moans. He groaned and I moaned. Louder and louder. Until his cock throbbed harder and twitched against my pussy. I felt him release into his trousers under my pussy as he groaned hard. He held me firmly, his fingers digging into the skin of my hips as I came with him. We were panting, catching our breath. Our sweaty flesh feels the heat around us. He kissed me softly, licking my lips as he got me down from his lap to the passenger seat. 
"Spread your legs. Wide.", I complied.
The hot thick liquid flowed down my vagina as he inserted his cool fingers into me. I moaned as his cool metal-ringed fingers stretched the walls of my untouched pussy.
He palmed his cock with his other hand. Too bad. I wanted to give him a hand job at least while he was fingering me. Deep.

I felt another orgasm building within me as he finger-fucked my little pussy. I was quivering and throwing my legs as he went deeper. His metal rings give cool sensations in my warm pussy. The warmth in my pussy grew more and more and more as his fingers worked swiftly. The sounds of my wet pussy and moans filled the atmosphere. He curled his fingers inside of me as he hit my G-spot and I immediately clenched my legs as I came so fucking hard. On his fingers. 
He removed his fingers slowly and licked his fingers clean before kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips. We pulled apart and he patted my pussy.
"Fuck! That's a good little pussy.", I wanted to curl into a ball as I blushed.
"When can I say the same to your cock?", I questioned as I closed my legs and adjusted to the seat.
"Very soon....", he said with a wink, "...but now you need to get some rest. You must be tired."
"Mmm-yeah, bye!", I went home as he drove back home. 

As I changed my clothes and went to bed, I giggled as my still-wet pussy reminded me of his cock and his amazing fingers. 
I was excited for our date. I planned I won't take a whole day off. I would half-time tomorrow. I mean, today. 

I giggled to myself to sleep.