When Liam came back out Cara was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, with her scarf around her neck, boots on her feet, and mittens on her hands. He rolled his eyes over the fact that she never listened to him… ever. That was just Cara though – stubborn and independent.
“I’m still freezing,” Cara said, draping her jacket over her shoulders.
“I’m telling you. We’ve got to get naked,” he said quirking his eyebrow at her. Cara sent him a near death glare that got him laughing almost immediately.
“Why do you hate me so much, Cara Jane?” Liam laughed blithely as he added pillows to their massive pile of blankets.
“You give me no choice usually,” she shot back playfully.
“Ha,” he laughed as he pulled off his sweatshirt and t-shirt all in one swipe.
“Are you seriously getting naked, Liam?” She asked.
“I thought we already went over this,” he said, dropping his trousers, leaving him in his boxer briefs.
“Oh, Jesus—” She said, shielding her eyes.
“Oh, don’t act like you’ve never seen a penis before,” Liam scoffed as he kicked off his socks and got halfway under the pile of blankets.
“Shut it,” she snapped, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Ooh, Cara. It’s cold under here. I need your warmth,” he said, sliding further under the big pile of fluff.
“Well, if you were wearing your damn clothes, you wouldn’t need me,” she shot at him.
“Are you gonna stand out there all night—wearing all of that?” He asked as his eyes did a once over on her body again.
“Fuck. I hate you,” she grumbled as she rolled her eyes and removed the jacket she just put on.
Liam watched every move she made – every piece of clothing being shed off of his best friend’s body until she was only in a tank top and pajama bottoms.
“Off,” he said, motioning her to drop the bottoms.
“This is as far as the strip show goes, Payno,” she said, eyeing him suspiciously.
“My legs are soooo cold, Cara,” he whined over-exaggeratedly.
“I bet they fucking are,” she growled, getting annoyed with how out of her comfort zone she was. But Liam always had his way – with everything.
“Care-rahhh,” he whined.
“Fine!” She growled, swiftly pushing her bottoms down to her ankles and kicking out of them before she darted under the blankets with him.
“Thank you,” he said, smiling widely at her as she settled down next to him.
“I swear to god, if you pop a boner…” She warned, leaving the threat hanging in the air.
“I’ll find a place to stick it,” he said, smirking mischievously at her.
“Pig!” She laughed, shoving him hard with her hands.
“Cara!” Liam said aggressively, wrapping his arms tightly around her, smashing her to his chest.
“Liam! Jesus Christ!” She yelped, trying to fight him off.
“Cuddle me. Cuddle me, Cara!” Liam said playfully, loosening his grip around her.
“Maybe if you didn’t come at me like a bloody rapist!” She said as she let out a genuine laugh.
“Have you met me? I don’t need to rape to get girls,” he said confidently.
“Yeah, it’s afterward when the girls take off running,” she shot back at him.
“You little shit,” he growled, grabbing her wrists, wrestling with her until he had the upper hand. Cara tried to fight him off as she laughed uncontrollably underneath him.
“You’re going to pay for all your snippy little, bitchy comments, Care-bear,” Liam said, using the nickname she hated as he assaulted her with tickles.
“SHIT! Liam! No! Liam! NOOO! Stop it!” Cara yelped, flailing around trying to buck him off of her as she giggled manically below him.
“Repeat after me, Cara,” Liam said as he paused his assailment.
“Never!” She shouted at him.
“Cara! Repeat after me!” Liam said, tickling her again.
“Liam!” She shrieked.
“’My best friend Liam is super sexy and is a total babe-magnet,’” Liam said, smirking at her.
“Are you kidding me—” She shot at him.
“Cara!” He said, going on another tickle blitz.
“DAMN IT! Liam! Okay, okay,” she shrieked unpleasantly.
“Say it, Care-bear,” he said, smirking down at her.
“Fine! ‘My best friend Liam is a proper dork—‘” She started.
“You!” Liam said, digging his fingers into her ribcage again.
“Shit! Okay—‘super sexy and is a total babe-magnet,’” she repeated back in a terrible mimic of his voice.
“Good girl,” Liam said, smirked down at her, loosening his grip on her wrists.
“Ow. Jesus,” Cara grumbled, rubbing her wrists as she simultaneously bucked her hips up to get him off of her.
“Ohh,” Liam moaned, getting caught off guard by her motions, which sent a wave of pleasure all the way through him.
“Ohmygod, get off of me,” she yelped, disgusted as she pushed him off of her.
“What? Get off on you?” He smirked at her as he took his place next to her in the mound of blankets.
“You wish, you pervert,” she snapped at him.
“Maybe I do wish,” he shot back at her, causing her to freeze and hold her breath as she stared at him wide-eyed. Liam stared back at her too, for a few moments before a smirk formed on his face and he burst out laughing.
“Oh my god. I had you!” He laughed.
“FUCK OFF, YOU ARSEHOLE!” Cara yelled, punching him as hard as she could wherever she could, connecting her fists over and over with his upper body.
“Ow, ow – CARA!” Liam yelped, gripping onto her wrists again to hold her in place.
“I hate you with every fiber of my being,” she seethed at him, her eyes narrowed into slits.
“Except you don’t,” he said, smiling confidently at her.
“Oh, but I do,” she shot back.
“You love me just as much as I love you,” he laughed.
“Stop saying stupid shit like that,” she snapped, ripping her wrists out of his grasp.
“Like what? That I love you?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“You’re stupid,” she grumbled, turning her back to him as she tried her best to get warm by herself under the covers.
“Cara,” Liam breathed, wrapping his arms around her stomach, pulling her back into the front of his body so they were spooning.
“Leave me alone, Liam,” she warned.
“When have you ever known me to leave you alone?” He breathed lowly in her ear, creating goose bumps on her neck, sending a shiver of warmth through her entire body.
“Liam,” she said softer, more relaxed, not really trying to fight him off anymore.
“Yeah?” He breathed into her ear again and she got the same warming feeling.
She slowly turned onto her back, still in his arms, so she could look into his eyes. And they just stared, unsure of what to say to one another.
“You want a ride on the Payne-train?” He asked, smirking down at her, breaking them out of the intense moment.
“OH MY GO—” She grumbled, turning away from him, pushing out of his arms.
“Choo-choo,” he mimicked quietly.
“You’re fucking disgusting,” she said, still trying to worm her way out of his arms as he fought to keep her in them.
“Cara, Cara. Come on, I’m kidding,” Liam laughed out loud as he successfully pulled her back to him.
“You’re so stupid,” she shot at him.
“I know. I’m stupid. We all know that,” he laughed.
“Why do I even try with you?” She huffed.
“I don’t know. Wait—try what?” He asked, turning her to him.
“Being your friend!” She shot at him.
“You’ll always be my friend,” he said seriously. She rolled her eyes at him as he hovered slightly above her.
“Cara,” he said quietly, looking down at her – really looking at her.
Her wide hazel eyes looked back up into his. Her unruly brown hair flowing every which way on the pillow underneath her head. Her full pink lips set in a straight line as she eyed him skeptically. She was truly beautiful. He always knew it. Even when they were little he knew it. He wasn’t so oblivious that he never noticed what was right in front of him. He just never had the instinct… until now.
Liam’s lips came down, pressing against hers – hoping and praying it wasn’t going to turn into one of the worst mistakes of his life. Knowing Cara, it could go either way. But as he felt her lips become pliable beneath his, he knew he read all the signs correctly. Liam’s hands found her bare hips as their kisses grew deeper and more passionate. He almost couldn’t believe it was happening, but he tried not to think of any disastrous outcomes that might be in their future. He just focused on the connection of their lips and hips, and lived in the moment.
“Liam, what are we doing?” Cara’s breathless voice rang in his ears as she pressed her hands firmly against his chest.
“Cara, shhh,” Liam said, looking down into her eyes, leaving a light kiss against her lips.
Her wondering eyes looked back up into his and he could see an array of emotions in them – from surprise to curiosity to want to need, and he could even see the consent she was emitting as she looked up at him.
“Is this… okay?” He asked as he leaned in kissing her lips again, just to make sure it was what she really wanted. He saw her head nod before he heard the quiet whimper of ‘mm-hmm’ that came from her lips.
“Good,” he breathed against her lips before connecting them again.
This time he wasn’t going to hold back. This time he was going to show her things he never had before. And he was pretty sure she was on the same page as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him closer as their tongues danced together in quiet synchronicity.
Cara could feel Liam’s growing hardness pressed against her leg and surprisingly she didn’t mind. She had no idea what they were thinking as they started to cross a line of no return, but she didn’t have it in her to protest or stop them – not again. It was crazy to her that she felt this way all of a sudden, but somehow it all felt almost… right. They both might regret it in the morning… or maybe not. Cara didn’t want to think that far ahead. She was there… with Liam, his body pressed tightly against hers, warming her and freeing her and she didn’t want to say no. Not when deep down she truly wanted it – maybe for longer than she cared to admit. It wasn’t like she sat at home pining for him all these years, though. She just, you know, noticed him. She noticed how he cared for her more than any girl he ever did in his life. She noticed the little smile that was always on the edge of his lips for her. She noticed how his eyes away wandered her frame, whether he meant them to or not. She noticed things. And she always found some sort of attraction to him – whether it be his physical appearance or just his outstanding wit. She loved him more than she loved almost anyone – platonic-love, happy-love, love-love, whatever-love. She always loved him in one form or another.
Cara pressed her hands against Liam’s bare chest, breaking their kiss, and Liam looked down into her eyes with a look of question before she let out a giggle and shoved him hard enough to push him onto his back. She immediately pulled herself up, straddling her legs over his hips, pressing her palms down against his chest as his hands found solace on her hips.
Liam chuckled lightly as he looked up into his best friends eyes. He always kind of knew she’d be a take-charge kind of girl in intimate situations, and he was fully willing to let her.
“It’s so cold in here,” she shivered lightly as she hovered above him, outside of the blankets.
“There are plenty of activities that can rectify that situation, Cara,” he offered, smirking up at her as his fingers trailed up inside of her tank top, feeling her warm flesh beneath his.
“I bet you have a few ideas,” she retorted with a sly smile taking over her lips.
“A few,” he said, pushing up the fabric of her tank top with his wrists as his hands went further up, holding her at her ribcage right below her breasts.
Cara leaned forward, kissing his lips, causing his hands to slip around to the bare skin of her back, holding her against him firmly. He could feel the peaks of her hardened nipple grazing across his own skin that speckled with goose bumps from the cool air and from her. Her teeth tugged at his bottom lip, sending a sharp sensation of pleasure all the way down his body, like the nerves in his lip and the nerves in his cock were tied together in some awesomely unexplained way.
Cara bucked her hips against Liam’s, causing a hiss to escape his lips from the pleasurable sensation. She was suddenly causing him to breathe a little bit deeper and swallow a little bit harder with the way her body moved above his.
“Cara,” Liam growled playfully, grabbing her by the hips and flipping her onto her back, wanting more than anything to be the one causing her body to writhe with pleasure. She giggled below him as he cradled his hips between her opened legs and kissed up her throat. His hands were still working their way up her shirt, touching and loving her soft, warm skin.
As Liam’s mouth moved down her clavicle, Cara’s head titled back, her eyes shut up tightly, trying to appreciate every moment they were together. The contrast between his soft lipped kisses and the chaste scratching of his facial hair across her skin was turning her on more than she could even comprehend. And when he pushed up the front of her tank top, exposing her breasts, she almost felt self-conscious – almost. Until his hands gently cupped them, looking down at them like he was worshiping her. She felt the unmistakable burning of tears in the back of her eyes as she watched him watch her. He was so pure and so gentle and so loving. It was almost too much for her to bear.
When Liam’s head moved down, taking the first nipple into his mouth, an involuntary moan escaped her lips. His mouth was so warm and so inviting in the crisp air all around them. She wanted him to warm her – every part of her.
His mouth didn’t leave her skin as he left a trail of kisses between her breasts to take in the other nipple, teasing it and tasting it like he did the first one. He was impeccable. He was amazing. He was completely doing her in. And when his hand slithered between their bodies, moving lower and lower until it was cupped around her mound, she could do nothing but hang her head back and try to focus on her breathing.
Liam’s lips met with her throat once again, kissing and nipping and teasing her skin as his hand began to move below them. First his palm in slow circular motions, right above her soft little bundle of nerves. And then his fingers began dancing across her panty line, until they were maneuvering their way in to find her heat.
Dipping one finger in as he simultaneously, moved his palm, and kissed her neck, sent her mind into a complete frenzy, her breathing becoming erratic almost immediately. When the second finger dipped in and he began moving them in and out of her, her grip around his neck tightened, like she was holding on for dear life. And maybe she was. She felt so out of control. She felt like her head was going to explode – hell, her whole body might explode with Liam’s quiet ministrations. She wanted it to.
Cara’s quiet moans soon became gasps of pleasure as Liam began working his thumb in circles around her hypersensitive spot as his fingers moved in and out of her easily.
“Oh, God, Liam,” she groaned helplessly below him.
“Do you like that?” He breathed against the base of her throat.
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, her throat vibrating against his lips.
“Are you warm yet?” He breathed, nuzzling his nose right below her earlobe.
“Not… not warm enough,” she stammered as her breathing shuttered.
“Mmm. We could work on that,” he chuckled lightly as his fingers slipped out of her, both his hands coming up to stabilize his body above her.
“Mmm,” she responded the only way she could since he put her mind out of commission.
His smile was more of a satisfied smirk as he was suspended above her, looking down at the beautiful girl beneath him. His head came down, kissing the center of her stomach before he slowly started a decent of kisses down her torso. Her body tensed and relaxed and writhed from his touches, and she was sure she was going mad under the spell he put on her.
When his lips met with the top of her panty line, her entire body tensed.
“Liam…” She breathed, gripping onto his shoulders to stop him.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, looking up at her with wondering eyes.
“You don’t have to,” she said, trying to rein in some of the control she usually had with him.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking at her more concerned this time.
“You don’t have to,” she said again, sliding her body up so she was propped up on her elbows looking at him.
“Cara,” he scoffed, looking at her with a timid smile.
“No, it’s okay,” she said, looking away from him.
“What? You don’t like it?” He asked curiously.
“That’s not it,” she said quietly.
“Then what?” He asked.
“You just… you don’t have to,” she said again.
“I want to,” he told her.
“Oh,” she said quietly, her eyes focused on his collarbone rather than his own eyes.
“Cara…” Liam said, trying to get her attention. Her eyes slow met up with his.
“I don’t know what kind of bloke you’ve been dealing with in regards to this, but I’m the kind of bloke who loves to give as much as receive,” he told her. Her eyes widened as her whole body tingled from his words.
“Yeah. Surprising, or what?” He snickered.
“No. No, just… okay,” she said quietly, giving him consent.
“Okay,” he said with a nod as he pressed forward, kissing her lips, trying to get her to lay back and relax once again.
“Just relax, Cara,” Liam breathed, looking down in her eyes. Cara nodded in response because she didn’t know what else to do or say. Her best friend was about to go down on her and she wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
Liam’s mouth quickly made its way back down, descending kisses down her frame. Her stomach muscles danced in involuntary response as he did, and she couldn’t help but giggle to herself as she ran her fingers through her hair. Blokes usually tended to skip over this part with her. She only had it done to her on a handful of occasions, and most of the time, the bloke had no idea what he was doing. A part of her was nervous that Liam would be like everyone else. She hoped differently though.
Liam’s fingertips meet with the fabric of her panties, slowly pulling them down her hips, and then down her legs, before he used his hands to spread her legs apart. She felt exposed, much like she would at the doctor’s office, but this was much, much worse… or better. This was Liam. His eyes raked over her lower half and she couldn’t quite tell if he liked what he saw. But he didn’t stop, so she took it as a good omen.
His hand slid smoothly over her bare thigh, warming the skin under his palm as his lips came down to kiss the top of her other thigh. She couldn’t help but feel nervous. She could feel her body shaking slightly, and hoped Liam couldn’t feel it.
“Relax,” he breathed against her flesh as his lips kissed her leg once again.
“I’m trying,” she told him as she tangled her fingers in the bottom hem of her tank top, trying to keep her hands and mind occupied while he slowly tortured her.
Liam’s lips kissed down her inner thigh, scratching her perfectly with his stubbly face. She shuttered beneath him, trying hard not to groan. He kissed the top of her mound lightly as his hands came up to help him in his quest. Cara jumped slightly with both his hands and mouth on her, causing him to snicker to himself.
“Relax,” he pressed again.
“Shut it,” she mumbled, holding her arm over her eyes as she concentrated on her breathing.
Once Liam’s mouth was fully on her, she was a goner. Her breathing quickened at a rapid pace. She could feel the perspiration forming on her skin, despite the cool conditions of the cottage. Liam was lost between her leg, giving her the deepest pleasure she probably ever felt in her entire existence, and she was losing it. Her heartbeat was nearly ready to pound out of her chest. And then she could feel it – the low tugging deep within her, the pleasure pulling at her insides waiting to be released like a feral creature. Her body strained, her back arched off of the ground, her fingertips curled tighter into his hair as a moan escaped from her lips – a deep satisfying moan as her orgasm ripped straight through her.
“Oh… oh, oh – Liam…” She groaned as her body shuttered involuntarily under his talented tongue.
It shuttered once, twice, three more times before her back once again met with the bedding and her chest started to heave with exhaustion as she took in rapid breaths to keep from passing out.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she sighed, running her hand down her face.
“You swear too much,” Liam snickered above her.
“How the hell do you expect me—I mean, come on,” she said, looking up at him incredulously, and all he could do was laugh.
“Are you warm yet?” He smiled down at her. Her half-lidded eyes lazily looked up into his.
“Not quite warm enough,” she breathed boldly, causing his smile to widen on his face.
“Are you sure?” He asked. She nodded her head as she looked into his eyes and he nodded back at her.
He pulled himself up and over her, straining to grab his jeans that were discarded on the floor in a heap next to their makeshift bed. Cara watched as he pulled out his wallet and retrieved a condom. She couldn’t believe they were really doing this. At least her best friend wasn’t a complete idiot, and used condoms – she appreciated that.
“Are you sure, sure?” He looked down at her with questioning eyes.
“Do you want me to change my mind, Payno?” She snipped at him.
“No. I just…” He started, before shaking his head and dropping his sentence off.
“I appreciate it,” she said softly. Liam’s eyes looked up into hers and he nodded before giving her a soft smile.
Cara leaned up, grabbing onto the sides of his face as she connected their lips once again. She really appreciated the fluidity in his kisses. He was skilled. She had to give him that.
“Make your move,” she breathed against his lips, dropping back down against the blankets.
He chuckled as he pulled himself up on his knees, his fingertips finding the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs before pulled them down his legs, exposing himself for the first time to her. Her eyes watched on, not surprised with his size one bit. She had a feeling he was well-endowed just by the way he filled out his jeans.
Liam’s eyes timidly looked up into her and then down at himself as he ripped open the condom, rolling it down his length.
“Skilled professional,” she quipped, smirking up at him.
“Ha-ha,” he said dryly.
“I’m being serious,” she said, smiling at him and he rolled his eyes at her as he hunkered down over the top of her.
He slid his hand up her torso, taking the fabric of her tank top with it, exposing her breasts. She felt the excitement rise up within her, hoping he would use his mouth on them again. And when he did, she let out a satisfied moan, and tangled her fingers in her hair. Of all the times they missed out on this over the years, she thought to herself.
“Please, Liam,” she whimpered, feeling a hungered need inside of her that wouldn’t be satisfied until he was satisfying it.
His lips came up, kissing hers hard as she felt his fingers slid into her once again – just momentarily before she felt his tip press lightly against her entrance. This was it. This literally was the point of no return. They were doing this with each other. And things would change drastically from there on out. Cara knew it. Liam knew it. Yet neither of them hesitated as he slowly pressed himself inside of her. Cara let out a low satisfied moan, like she just got everything she didn’t know she always wanted.
“Are we good?” Liam asked, after pressing entirely inside of her, stretching her completely around him.
“Perfect,” she hummed, feeling the tugging of her tear ducts behind her eyes.
“Good,” he breathed as he slowly slid back, pulling almost completely out of her before he pressed in once again.
“Oh,” Cara breathed as he filled her fully.
Liam began a steady rhythm atop of her, their breathing quickening almost immediately with the strenuous act. It felt good. It felt really good. And nowhere in either of their minds was a plan to make it stop. They both wanted it, more than they were willing to admit to each other.
Their bodies began to slide perfectly with one another’s as Liam picked up the pace. Cara was having trouble reining in her gasps of pleasure each time Liam pressed back into her. When Liam’s lips came down to kiss hers, she almost felt like she couldn’t breathe. But it was worth it.
“Ohmygod, Liam. Ohmygod,” she moaned as her desire overwhelmed her.
Liam’s grunts were piercing the air with every single movement he was making. How had they never tried this with each other before? How did they ever manage to keep things platonic? Cara was sure that after tonight, she was going to need therapy to get him off of her brain.
Cara was moaning out loudly, her eyes shut up tightly, when Liam abruptly stopped inside of her. Her eyes flew open to meet his – about to let him have it, when he started laughing.
“What?” She snapped at him.
“The lights. They’re back on,” he said, looking around the room. She did the same and saw the whole place illuminated in light.
“Oh. Ha,” she commented, letting out a strained laugh.
“Crazy,” he said, smiling down at her.
“Yeah, crazy,” she agreed.
His eyes watched hers, making her feel self-conscious under his stare. He was still balls-deep inside of her, but he wasn’t moving. He was just staring.
“Liam,” she breathed quietly.
He leaned in, kissing her lips quickly before he once again started moving inside of her. She was certain she was close before, but it wasn’t going to take her long to build back up to it – not with the way he was bringing it.
A few powerful thrusts later and Liam was watching Cara ride out her second orgasm of the night. He watched as the skin over her collarbones and the muscles in her neck strained with her pleasure. He watched her eyes shut up tightly and her lips fall open into a perfect ‘O’ as the moans rolled off of her tongue. She was incredible.
“Keep going,” she breathed out after her body stilled. He kept up a slow rhythm for her, but heightened his pace once again with her words. She was insatiable and he loved it.
It wasn’t long before he felt the tugging of orgasm inside of him. He rocketed his hips as fast as he could until he felt himself explode, his thrusts becoming sloppy and unhinged. He fell forward against her, kissing her lips fiercely as he emptied himself.
They were both panting, they were both exhausted. And one thing was for sure, they were no longer feeling even an inkling of cold.
“I’m properly warmed. Thank you,” Cara breathed in his ear and let out a tiny giggle.
“I’m glad to be of assistance,” he said breathlessly, letting out a light laugh.

Notes

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