Her Familiar Stranger

“I'm dying to taste you right now. Will you allow me to taste you, Ava?” Liam’s voice reduced to coarse gravel in his throat.

“Y-Yes,” the voice of the female underneath came as a whisper.

He put both hands on the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. With one hand, Liam lifted her thigh, spreading her open.

The first press of his mouth to her sex, she gasped, her spine arcing as warmth thundered out of her to his mouth. The musky sweetness reached his tongue.

“Your feminine juice tastes so good, I could eat your pussy all night.” He kissed her deeper then, using his tongue on her, steering her wild.

“Please,” she said, her voice sounding broken and thick. “Vintage, please…”

“Do you want me inside you, Ava? Because that's where I want to be right now. I want to be driving into you, feeling all of your moist heat milking my cock dry.” He was going to cum just thinking of it. His cock became harder and pressed painfully on his pants.

“I want you inside me, Vintage,” she cried.

He drew back and stripped off his shirt. Getting off the bed, Liam unfastened his black pants and pulled them off together with his boxers. His erect sex sprang free.

He walked to the seat he had been sitting on before, picked his suit jacket, and got a box of condoms. Dropping the jacket back, Liam pulled out one and put the rest on the nightstand.

He stood at the edge of the bed, tore the wrap, and rolled the condom on his cock.

Getting back on the bed, he pressed her down beneath him, parting her thighs with his pelvis as he moved into position between her legs.

His sex was hard, so hot, as he wedged it between her folds, just teasing her with the length of him, making her crave him even more.

“Vintage…” Ava was ready for him.

He kissed her as his erection nudged the mouth of her core. His tongue swept between her lips, giving her the taste of her own juices that still lingered on his tongue.

Pushing his tongue deeper, Ava let him in, kissing him back as she arched her hips and seated herself on the blunt head.

He exhaled sharply, pelvis bucking as their bodies began to join. He reveled in the pure heaven of their joined bodies.

“This feels so good,” he gasped against her mouth.

She clutched at him hungrily, and then, with a low growl, he thrust forward, plunging deep.

Liam wrapped his arms around her as he began a slow, shuddering rhythm.

It didn't take long for Ava's climax to build. She'd been more than halfway there before they started. He rode her harder and she clutched his shoulders.

She cried out in pleasure as the second wave of her orgasm flooded over her. He growled and drove into her, a hard push of his cock. His tempo was urgent, fierce, full of barely restrained power.

Another push into her and he shouted with the force of his release.

He then fell on the soft mattress.

“Thank you,” Liam heard her voice in the dark as he stroked the impossibly soft curve of her bare shoulder.

“We are only getting started, baby.”

***

Liam woke up to an empty bed; his lover was already gone.

He had never before today fallen asleep at Voluntas Tua; it was always just sex, then he would go back to his penthouse.

Today he broke his rules, not just one but three. He had broken his no-kissing rule and the no-going-down-on-a-woman rule at Voluntas Tua.

It had started with just the excitement that he was going to be the first man to give Ava an orgasm, that he would be stuck in her mind for all eternity.

Liam had had no doubt in his skills; he could even turn a gay woman straight.

But on his first touch, he knew the woman was a different kind of danger. With every movement he made, he had awakened deeper desire in her, and he had wanted more than his basics.

None of the women he had been with had ever made him feel like a god, like their every sexual pleasure revolved around him. This was what he had been looking for all his life.

Liam hadn't been able to make himself stop when he had tasted what it's like being buried inside her. He had taken her to places she had never known, and he followed her there.

He made her scream his name for hours, and for the first time, he regretted ever having an alias. He would have loved to hear his real name on her lips.

After their lovemaking, he hadn't had the strength to call it quits, nor was he able to pluck himself from her warmth.

Thinking of the mysterious woman had his cock hard again. He was going to leave Voluntas Tua worse than he came, wanting more.

Liam woke up from the rumpled bed to find his scattered clothes on the floor. Finding his phone, he saw it was 4:54 AM. He had really fucked up tonight.

He quickly dressed up, put on his mask, and walked out of VT29, the room that was exclusively meant for him.

He didn't spot Gabby as he walked out; she had probably retired for the night. It was a relief. Liam didn't know what he would answer if she asked how his night had gone.

He had gotten what he craved for hours, but he wasn't satisfied.

He drove his car in silence through the almost empty roads, and in no time, he was at his hotel, Chase Grand.

The receptionist at the lobby smiled at him, but this time he didn't return it.

Once the elevator reached the top floor, Liam slid the key card and sighed when the door swung open. The moment he walked inside the penthouse, cold air hit him; the air conditioner was off.

It was then that he realized he had forgotten his suit jacket. He hadn't felt the cold all the way because he was in deep thoughts, fuck the mind-blowing sex.

He was going to call Gabby in the morning.

He walked leisurely to the bathroom.

In the shower with panels with more than a hundred options to choose from, Liam turned on the cold water option, releasing thousands of drops, darkening his hair, and trickling down his back.

His hand automatically flew to curl around his half-erect cock. As soon as the skins came in contact, he was paralyzed in a rictus of yearning.

Closing his eyes, he imagined the mouth of that stranger around his cock, taking him deep in, rolling her tongue around his big and thick manhood.

He pictured his hands tightening in her thick, soft hair. Liam felt pre-cum slide down the head of his cock.

He visualized giving her head a subtle nudge forward, wanting her to take him deep. His tempo increased.

His entire body began to tremble again, and he bit out a curse. He was going to cum. “Ah!” his hot cum filling her throat… or rather his hand. It was pathetic that he had to jerk himself off after many hours of sex.

He let the water wash down his now subsiding heat.

After the shower was finished, he stepped out on a mat, heaters came on to blow-dry his body.

He slumped into bed immediately after, but sleep never came. He lay there, reliving the night over and over.

The next thing he heard was his seven o'clock alarm. If it was a normal day, he would have dragged himself off the bed, but today was different.

He didn't have a schedule for this Sunday. He would just go to the hotel gym and work his urges off, then figure out what's next. But right now, he was going to call Gabby.

“Morning Darling,” Gabby said on the other line. “Do you want to book another appointment already?”

Liam chuckled. “Even I know when to have a break…” but with a certain mysterious woman, he would go on forever. “I left my favorite black jacket in VT29.”

“And here I thought you wanted to shower me with more money. I'll have the cleaner package it for you, and I will have it sent to Chase grand.”

“Thank you. Have them include anything else I might have left behind.”

“Sure.”

After the call, he put on his grey gym tank top and shorts before taking the VIP elevator downstairs to the gym. There were a few guests and workers in the gym who greeted him cheerfully.

He gave a few smiles, asked about the hotel services before moving on to his routine.

After minutes of running on the treadmill, several push-ups, pull-ups, wide grips, and dumbbell exercises, his muscles screamed and his brain expressed its feelings of injustice.

He was hungry, and it took him all the strength not to go directly to the dining room.

Liam headed to the penthouse, stripped out of his gym clothes, ran the water on cold, and soaped up his body for the second time that morning.

He went for casual today, long-sleeved, crew neck, navy blue t-shirt with olive green chino pants. His muscles bulged out of the tight-fitting t-shirt just how many ladies liked it.

Liam had barely sat at his table in the grand space elegant dining room when his phone rang. Baris Aslan.

“Dude, I'm outside your hotel, where are you?”

“At the dining room, waiting for my breakfast.” The waiter placed a tray of crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, toasted bread, and coffee. Liam murmured a thank you before concentrating on the call.

“I'll be right there.”

He had hardly begun devouring the breakfast when Baris joined him. “How have you been, my friend?” Baris took the seat opposite Liam.

“Good,” Liam said.

Studying his face, Baris concluded, “You don't look good, man. What's up?”

“I should order something for you.” He called out to the waitress passing nearby. He wasn't about to tell him that the playboy Liam Chase had it bad for a stranger.

Baris shook his head. “I just had my breakfast. I was passing by on my way to my parents' house. Mom has me buying a few things for our monthly family dinner today.”

Liam always admired how the Aslans were a close-knit family; they loved and cared for each other.

He couldn't help but wonder how things would have been if his own parents were still alive, if he hadn't been left all alone in the world at the age of sixteen.

“What about Ceylan? And where is your dad? I thought your mom always bullied him when it came to that.”

“Ceylan has been off since yesterday; I think she is doing this to me on purpose. Dad is in Turkey visiting my Ninem. The poor thing has been so lonely since ~Dede~ passed away.”

The smile on Baris' face died. It was evident he was still mourning his grandfather.

“So it will just be the three of us, and Savannah who never misses. I would have asked you to tag along, but you never accept my invite.”

And Liam had his reasons. Mr. and Mrs. Aslan had been the closest things he had to parents after his own died. He loved going to their house, being part of their family.

Until Ceylan kissed him and he had liked it. She had just turned eighteen and was a beautiful young woman with curves in all the right places.

It had taken all his strength to look into her hazel eyes and tell her she was like a sister to him.

Her father would have never accepted the apple of his eye to be with someone like Liam, someone damaged and one having a reputation with women.

He hadn't wanted to lose their respect, and so he had walked away.

Liam hadn't totally stayed away from her though. He never failed to buy any magazine with her face on it. She had turned out to be a very beautiful woman.

One paparazzi picture of her on Miami beach was still stuck in his mind, her in a red swimsuit and her hourglass figure out there. He was angry at every man who looked at that picture lustfully.

Ceylan was now single, that he knew, everybody knew. She had been dating his rival in the hotel business, Derek Blake, for three years, and they ended things two months ago.

If he didn't deserve her, then the high and mighty Derek certainly didn't. Ceylan wasn't just beautiful, she had brains too, taking her family company to greatness.

Everybody knew how many influential people she had convinced to invest in the Aslan Consolidated.

“So,” Baris brought him back from his thoughts, “what has got you looking so dull? Did a woman finally break your heart?”

Liam just chuckled and sipped his coffee.

“I'm not leaving here until you spill.”

“Ok. Fine,” he gave in. “I went to Voluntas Tua last night,” he paused.

“And…” Liam had Baris' full interest.

“I requested the regular package and I got paired with this incredibly passionate woman. I fucked her and I want her again. One other night with Ava will cure this hangover.”

“What if another night isn't enough,” his wise friend asked.

He feared his friend had a point. He had never felt this way with a woman before. But he dismissed it with a, “that can never happen.”

They talked until almost noon before Liam saw Baris out. On his way back, the receptionist handed him a package. Gabby had already sent his jacket.

He went to the penthouse to drop it with the rest of his laundry; hopefully, the housekeepers hadn't picked them yet.

Unwrapping the package, he removed the jacket and something else fell—a necklace. He smiled. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who left something behind.

Dangling it in front of his face, he called Gabby.

“Hey, Liam! Did you get the package?”

“Yes, but there is something that doesn't…” he trailed off. The back of the pendant was facing him, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. A smile cracked his face.

“Liam?”

“Never mind,” he said, “thank you, Gabby.”

“W-Welcome.”

He lowered the necklace and cupped the pendant in his hand. Brushing the engraved words, he read it aloud.

“Ceylan Ela ‘Pinky' Aslan.”

This was the necklace Baris had gotten her on her eighteenth birthday (that was what she was made to believe).

Liam had been the one who had bought it and had it engraved with her name, and nickname too ‘Pinky'.

When she was young, her nose would become so pink whenever she was angry, and Baris and Liam made it their business to annoy her. At eighteen, that wasn't the case anymore, but Liam wanted to keep on reminding her of her nickname, thus the ‘Pinky' in between her name.

She had kissed him before he had given her the gift, and so, Liam had asked Baris, without offering any explanation, to tell Ceylan that the gift was from him.

And she had worn it ever since; it was visible in every picture of her.

He had walked away once, and now fate was tempting him again. This time he wasn't strong enough. Not when he had already tasted the sweetness of that woman. Not when he craved for more.