Friday, promptly at seven, I was putting the final touches on my wardrobe, when I heard a knock on the door. Unlike most girls, I was never someone who made a fuss about what I was going to wear or where the date was going to be. Rather, I settled, again, in my comfortable clothes. Wearing my old converse and a pair of jeans. I finished the look with a plain but flattering chiffon shirt. I had pulled my hair back into a messy sock bun and added only a little mascara and Chap Stick.
I was both excited and nervous as I opened the door to find Liam looking more dashing than ever. He, too, was wearing jeans and converse, but with a plaid button down shirt with the top three buttons undone.
He offered me his arm, saying, “Shall we, my lady?”

As soon as the elevator doors closed in the lobby of Liam’s apartment building, Liam’s lips were on my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking. I knew he was leaving marks, but I could not, or should I say did not want, to stop him. The doors opened to reveal his penthouse apartment, but I was too busy looking at him. His eyes were wide and bright, yet dark, at the same time with lust. Roughly, he grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back so he could reach more of my neck. All the while, he was pushing me back into his house. The room was dark, but the London city lights gave enough light to make out the sleek and modern apartment.
“Liam, we really shouldn’t be doing this.” I said, panting in-between each word. I was becoming more and more turned on, knowing that I could not stop him if I let this go on.
“Say the word, love, and I will stop.” He moaned into my neck, but I knew he really did not want to stop.
A moan was all I could give in response. He moved his lips to mine, being rough and firm, shoving his tongue into my mouth. With his hand still firmly pulling my hair, he led me into the living room.
“Seriously, Allie, if you need me to stop, tell me now.” Liam said after briefly pulling back and looking deep into my eyes. “Otherwise, there is no stopping me.”
That brief moment gave me time to look around the room, but rater then stop him I said, “Up against the windows.”
The smile that crept across his face was full of lust and mischief. He pulled my shirt off as if there were only moments left to live, immediately attacking my breasts with his mouth. Not even bothering to take off my bra, he pushed it up and began suckling my left breast. Using one of his free hands to kneed and pinch the other nipple. With his one free hand, he grabbed the back of my jeans and roughly pulled them and my underwear down.
Clumsily, my hands tried to pull his shirt over his head, but I was already in so much pleasure that I could not manage. For the briefest of moments, he stopped pleasuring me and ripped all the buttons off his shirt in one fast sweep, then pushed his pants off, he had not been wearing anything under them.
A growl escaped his lips as he collided his lips with me. We backed up until my back was against the floor to ceiling windows that dominated the room. His strong and jerking erection was pressing into my stomach, ready and wearing to find release.
“Turn around.” He commanded and I followed.
He spread my legs with his feet, and I helped give him better access by sticking my butt out. With my breasts pressed flat against the cold glass, and his warm body pressed against my back, I waited impatiently for him to take me.
“Do you want me?” He asked as he rubbed his pulsating head against my clit.
“Y-yes.” I was so flustered that I could hardly make the words come out of my mouth. I was already panting, my breath fogging up the glass against which my cheek was pressed.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked coarsely.
“Please! Take me! I want you to make me scream!”
“I want you to scream!” He said as he gave one hard thrust and fully entered me. I could feel his balls hitting my leg as he thrust a second time and again.
“Harder!” I commanded.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back forcing me to look at him and forcing a gasp out of me. “You don’t get to command me, I command you.” Never the less he obliged me and began to thrust harder, verging on the edge of painful.
My hands were above my head where he had placed them, bracing myself against the windows. If anyone in some of the lower buildings had been looking up they sure would be getting one hell of a show. Liam had reached one hand around my waist and was rubbing my clit, while the other hand had let go of my hair and had wound its fingers into mine.
His hot breath was against my neck, sending shivers throughout my body. We were both panting like we had just run a marathon, and then he said, “Allie, I need you.”
“I’m right here, baby. I am not going anywhere.” What was I thinking? Why did I say that? But my mind went blank, my body racked with convulsions. The force of my orgasm was so strong that I could not help but scream.
Liam’s thrusts became less rhythmic and more desperate. Hard and fast yet sloppy, he thrust almost at his own climax. Relentlessly, his hand on my clit kept rubbing and as soon as I had started to come off my first climax, a second wave hit me and I screamed even louder. “Allie!” he panted lightly into my ear as he gave one final thrust before squirting his hot and sticky juice into me.
We stayed silent for a few minutes, still against the window, still with his now shrinking cock in me, waiting for both of us to come off each of our respective orgasms. Finally, as Liam pulled away he said “So much for what you told me at dinner. I guess you are the girl who sleeps with a guy on the first and second dates.”
I couldn’t help but laugh before adding, “Only with you. You bring out the worst in me.”
“Remind me again why you came over to my house?”