The second installment into this series finds Heather and Liam playing cat and mouse until they finally manage to get together again.
If you liked the characters in the first entry, I'm happy to show them off in a much more thorough and descriptive sex scene here.
Enjoy!~~~~~~~~~
Heather and Liam had been busy with work for several weeks after their first night together. Every time one of them tried to line something up, the other had work. They were pent up. A few convenient opportunities did present themselves for each of them, though.
Heather's neighbours went on a trip to the Bahamas, leaving their teenage son behind to watch the house. She considered knocking on his door one night for a quickie, knowing full well that the 19-year-old; to whom she'd once given a most unforgettable night; would gladly accept another belated birthday gift... but she ultimately decided against it.
As for Liam, one night after work he received a text from a girl he'd hooked up with a couple of months prior. She was very nearly begging him to come over. It would've been a short drive and he could've stayed the night. He would've been even closer to his work in the morning, in fact. He didn't go for it, though.
Heather and Liam were deeply embedded in each other's minds. So much so that, unbeknownst to each other, they decided against jumping at an easy chance to get laid. To say it was uncharacteristic of the self-proclaimed sluts to deny themselves great sex would be a laughable understatement.
The morning after their first night together, they'd both agreed it needed to happen again, saying it could be the start of a very fun friends-with-benefits situation. They both felt the sex was too good; that they genuinely enjoyed each other's company; and that they should definitely have some fun with a third, or even fourth person joining in some time.
"It's not every day I meet a man who fucks so indiscriminately and is just my type." She'd told him. "Might as well take advantage and see you pound into a cute guy's bum."
"And it's not every day I meet a woman who makes me laugh so much and doesn't seem to have any limits" He'd replied. "Is it totally perverse of me to say I want to find out if you do?"
She'd dared him to try. He told her he would.
Eventually, the stars aligned and Heather reached out, trying to see if their luck had improved.
"Hey, slut. 8 PM this Friday night, you're going to get the best sex of your life. Tell me you're free or you will be pegged mercilessly." Heather texted.
"Fuck, girl. Don't threaten me with a good time. But yes, I'm all yours... all weekend. Been thinking about fucking you since I left you full of cum that morning."
"My place or yours, lover boy?"
"Neither. Hotel. Room service. En suite jacuzzi. Let's disrespect some property."
"Im alredy drenched. C U Friday."
"Can't w8."
"Promise 2 make it worth ur patient."
Their grammar deteriorated as they both predictably ended up texting with only one hand.
After nearly a month with only masturbation to keeping them temporarily sated, both of them were absolutely ravenous. Neither of the lovers had any reason to believe the other had put themselves through the same unnecessary torture, of course.
Liam booked the hotel and the only thing he texted her was the confirmation and that he'd be waiting for her inside. When Heather picked up the keycard from the front desk, she thought of texting him that she was coming up but decided against it. She didn't want to waste the opportunity for a dramatic entrance. She wasn't expecting the dramatic welcome.
When Liam heard the door open, he was waiting by the large windows with shades open, already naked and painfully hard. When Heather came into the room, she immediately removed her long coat before the door had even begun swinging back closed, revealing she was wearing nothing other than her heels.
Their theatrics went unacknowledged but not unappreciated. They nearly hurt each other as they collided with a kiss. Then the two of them actually did try to hurt each other. Their actions reflected their contempt for gentleness with the blissful pain they inflicted on their lover - biting each other's lips and necks, clawing at each other's backs, roughly pulling on each other's hair as they fell onto the large bed.
Heather roughly squeezed and slapped his ass as he entered her; coiling her body around his, arms and legs wrapped like a constrictor.
Liam mauled her breasts, sucking forcefully on her nipples; mouth, tongue and teeth trying to work together in an uncoordinated assault.
They grunted and roared at each other throughout.
There was no sweetness. There was an energetic ferocity like that of natural disasters; the precise brutality of a cage fight; the unquenchable bloodthirst of bears fresh out of hibernation; the bitterness of coffee and cigarettes. Calling what they were doing sweet would be like tricking a child by giving them cacao and calling it chocolate. There were a lot of self-indulgent pleas for pleasure being immediately answered with charitably donations of flesh... but definitely no such thing as sweetness in the act of giving.
They only uttered a few words, but they spoke at length with their bodies. Heather was the first to form a coherent thought beyond 'cock, pussy, fuck, fuck, fuck' or some variation of unstructured want and need. She just barely managed to vocalize it in a breathy whisper.
"Fill me up. Give me your cum. I want it deep inside."
Liam was not quite ready to reply with so much eloquence. He screamed as he kept pounding into her. It didn't take long before they finally had the slightest semblance of actual dialogue, though.
"I'm gonna cum! Liam, make me cum. YES! YES! YES!"
