Rose stirred awake, her mind still lost in the haze of sleep, as something warm and solid pressed against her back. Slowly, she realized it wasn't something-it was someone. Liam. The strong, heavy arm draped over her waist confirmed it.
"When did you get back?" she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper, as if she didn't really want to wake him up. But then,..
"Around 2 a.m.," came the low, gravelly response, a voice thick with sleep and something else which tugged at her nerves. The unexpected answer startled her.
Gosh...when did this man's voice get so deep?..
Rose wondered if that was a thing, if men's voices just... sank into something dangerously smooth in the mornings. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the slivers of sunlight breaking through the curtains. And then....
Wait... am I-
And then it hit her. A large, calloused hand slid over her naked waist- gently, but firmly enough to make it clear that this was no dream.
Before Rose could fully process the situation, Liam's fingers were already grazing her skin with a lazy confidence as if he owned every inch of her.
Then, without a warning, his hand closed around her soft boobs, the grip gentle but possessive, like he knew exactly what he was doing- and worse, like he'd done it before.
Rose's breath caught in her throat. It was a grasp that felt deliberate, unhurried, and maddeningly intimate. The way his fingers curled around her nipples, the pressure firm but careful, sent a shock of heat straight to her core.
Liam.... you little... how dare you..in my sleep, got me all naked!
Her face burned red as Liam's hand settled on her firm but easy.
"I love how your body feels against mine, sweetie. "
Actually, Liam wasn't doing all this intentionally. It just came so natural to him to touch her this way. But his own reackless actions seemed to have consequences he wasn't really looking for.
Liam blinked, and there it was-the unmistakable weight of his morning wood pressing hard under the sheets. Oh, hell. When did that happen? He tried to ignore it, but his brain ran wild.
Unaware of the man's awoken beast down there, Rose's blush deepen. Liam couldn't help but revel in the sight of her. His hands, almost as if guided by their own will, were still continuing to caress that pair of soft orbs, feeling a twisted pride in how his beautiful humanoid was responding.
But it had Liam wondered. How could something so artificial react in a way that felt so... real? Her wide eyes, her indignation at his touch-this adorable little love bot was more human than he cared to admit.
Liam's mind flicked to the door. Locked. Thank god he'd locked the door. His drunk friends were passed out in the other rooms, and there was no way they'd be waking up anytime soon... well, hopefully.
"Rose, sweetie... I need to tell you something," he said, desperately trying to focus on warning her about his friends in the living room and guest room.
Rose was just relieved to feel her boobs finally free of the man's playful hands. Despite still feeling shy, she gathered enough courage to eventually turn her back to face him, eyes wide with curiosity.
"What is it, Liam?..."
Damn...how can she look so....
Knowing his limits,Liam pressed his palm against his forehead as he squeezed his eyes shut. Come on...keep your own thoughts in check!
"What is it?
.....um....Are you okay, Liam?"
Puzzled by Liam's strange reaction, Rose tried asking again, her voice both gentle and soft.
Rose's caring question urged Liam to finally give in to look at her in the eyes. She seemed all concerned and curious for a robot that's supposed to not have any emotions.
But not soon after, his attention was immediately drawn to her lips, plump and flushed like the sweetest fruit. Screw it. Without hesitation, Liam closed the distance, crushing his lips against hers, his hand already at the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair, deepening the kiss with a kind of urgency that surprised even him.
Rose stiffened, completely unprepared for his sudden advance. And just when she thought the moment couldn't get more overwhelming, he slipped his thumb between her lips, the touch lingering as his eyes darkened with mischief.
"Sweetie... do you wanna try practicing that again? I seem to be needing your sweet mouth... down there..", said Liam feeling a bit embarrassed.
Rose's face went pale, blood draining from her cheeks, then rushing back in a heated flush. She followed his gaze, and there it was- his morning wood, a rigid outline under the sheets.
Oh god, she thought. Does he expect me to...? Her breath hitched.
But much to her dismay, her body betrayed her- she felt herself suddenly becoming wet down there too! Her heart pounded in panic. She wanted to say no, to push him away, but she couldn't. She shouldn't. Saying no would be too suspicious. She was supposed to act like a love bot, and love bots would never refuse to something like this... would they?
With no way out, Rose slowly slid her own body between the man's legs. The young woman took a deep breath, brushed a strand of hair from her face, and before she could do anything, she looked up at Liam.... as if she wanted to ask him again with a pitiful face.
Are you sure you really want this....?
But no answer aloud required. The way Liam was staring at her face and his longing expression said it all. The young woman's heart raced as she prepared herself. Rose's face flushed with embarrassment as she finally licked the tip of the man's shaft...
The taste was an unexpected blend of salt and musk, sharp but oddly intriguing. The warm, slick feel against her tongue sent a shiver through her. Growing warmth and slickness between her legs scared Rose.
She didn't know why she was surprisingly feeling aroused despite the discomfort.
But that's when it happened. Matt's voice blasted through the door.
"Aye, Liam! Aren't you awake yet? I'm starving!"
Alex added, "Rach's about to cook. Get out here before we suffer double hangovers!"