Olivia
When I wake up the next morning Liam is already up and moving. I seriously don't know how he can always go on so little sleep. All of the boys do. I've definitely struggled getting used to it. Like now, I feel like I could sleep another 12 hours. But it's a big day. There's a show today. And my whole family is going to be there. The guys are performing their first single off the new album for the first time. It's huge. While I wake up Liam sits next to me going through reading the comments on the song that are still coming through in a heavy stream. I can't help but smile at his excited face. He's in the middle of reading one when I sit up in bed, lean forward and turn his face to me so I can kiss him.
"What was that for?" He asks when I pull back.
"You're so adorable when you're excited."
"Adorable? I don't know if I like the sound of that." He pouts.
"You don't? What about sexy? Manly? Macho? Insanely hot?"
"Sounds much better." He says with a laugh before leaning forward to kiss me again.
"Is your ego built up enough now so I can go shower?" I ask with a laugh. He's in a good mood this morning.
"Well I can think of another way you can build up my ego." He says suggestively.
"Liam..." I warn him playfully.
"Why not?" He asks pretending to be hurt but he's still grinning.
"We have to leave soon." I remind him.
"I can be prompt." He says not giving up. As he talks his hand creeps up my leg from under the covers. His eyes stay on mine while he traces one finger over my panties. I can't help but respond to his touch.
"But I really need to shower." I keep protesting even though I'm pressing myself against his hand as it dips under the fabric.
"Shower after." He shrugs.
"Ok. But you've got 5 minutes." I tell him with a small smirk.
Without any other encouragement he pushes the blankets aside and pulls at my legs so I'm lying flat on my back. He pulls the t-shirt I'm wearing up over my head so I'm left in just my panties. He starts to let his lips trail over my bare skin, lingering torturously but I push him back, reminding him we're on a time crunch. He gets the hint, getting up to strip down and grab a condom while I remove my panties so we're both ready to go. When he rejoins me his hand reaches down rubbing me gently before shifting and pushing into me. While he thrusts into me his lips are at my neck gently suckling at the sensitive skin. I can tell from the way his mouth is getting sloppier against my skin that he's close to finding his release. But for some reason I'm not there yet. What he's doing feels good but it's not going anywhere for me. I try to lose myself in what we're doing even going through the motions and trying to make the sounds I usually don't even have to think about. But I can't quite stop thinking about why I'm not getting there. Before I know it I can hear him cursing under his breath against my skin and I feel his body tense before he collapses against me.
That's weird. There have been very few times that Liam hasn't been able to get me off. And usually it's because I'm too drunk. I can't help but think that maybe it has something to do with my guilt about what happened with Harry. Was I subconsciously not letting myself feel pleasure because I was still punishing myself for that? I've been trying to ignore it but for some reason I feel like it's affected everything I've done over the last 24 hours. I'm pulling away from Liam. Even from Niall, Louis, Lou. And definitely Harry. I'm too afraid to talk to anyone because I'm afraid I'll spill my guts. It makes me angry that this one slip up is ruining everything for me.
