Chapter 121: Cuck!? [FIXED!]
The hotel suite felt like a pressure cooker that had just been yanked off the stove. One second Liam was buried between Mrs. Harriet’s thighs, grinding his cock against her soaked clit while she moaned into the pillow, the next she was scrambling away like the sheets had caught fire. She moved fast, disappearing into the bathroom before he could even catch his breath. His cock throbbed angrily against his stomach, still slick with her juices and his own cum, the sudden loss of contact leaving him dizzy with frustration.
Liam lay there panting, his mind racing. He had been so close. Her body had been responding to every thrust, every pinch of her nipple. She had been right there with him, grinding back, moaning, soaking his shaft with her juices.
Most women would have been too far gone to stop at that point, but Mrs. Harriet had pulled away with an iron will that impressed the hell out of him. He respected it, even as his balls ached with the need for release.
The bathroom door stayed closed for what felt like forever. Liam finally sat up, running a hand through his hair, trying to will his erection down. That was when he noticed the phone on the nightstand lighting up.
The screen glowed in the darkness, and he leaned over to see the caller ID. Richard. The name was saved without any special nickname or heart emoji, just plain and clinical. It told him everything about their marriage that he needed to know.
Mrs. Harriet emerged from the bathroom a moment later, and Liam braced himself for awkwardness, maybe even anger. Instead, she met his eyes directly, no trace of guilt or embarrassment on her face. She looked composed, almost regal, despite the fact that her thighs were still glistening with his cum.
“I need to take this,” she said simply, pointing at the phone. “Can you hand it to me?”
Liam passed it over without hesitation. She answered right there in front of him, and he had to admire her confidence. She didn’t step away or lower her voice. She just stood there, phone to her ear, looking at him like this was the most normal thing in the world.
“Hello?” Her tone was neutral, professional. Liam could hear Richard’s voice on the other end, though he couldn’t make out the words. Whatever he was saying, it wasn’t about her or the meeting or where she was staying. It was something about the house, some item he couldn’t find. Mrs. Harriet’s shoulders slumped slightly, the disappointment clear in her eyes. She had hoped for something more, some sign that he cared about her absence, but Richard was just calling to ask about a misplaced folder.
“I’m fine,” she said when he finally asked. “The meeting went well. I’ll be home tomorrow.”
Liam watched her face, saw the way her expression shifted from hopeful to resigned. She had wanted Richard to scold her, to show jealousy or concern. Instead, he treated her like an afterthought. The realization hit Liam hard. She was starved for attention, and her husband couldn’t even be bothered to ask how her day went.
That was when Liam opened his mouth and said something monumentally stupid.
“Hey babe, come back to bed.”
The words hung in the air like a grenade with the pin pulled. Mrs. Harriet’s eyes went wide, her mouth falling open in shock. On the other end of the line, Richard went completely silent for a long moment before his voice came back, sharp and demanding.
“Who the hell was that?”
Mrs. Harriet looked at Liam like she wanted to murder him with her bare hands.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she hissed, covering the phone with her hand. “That was not appreciated. At all.” This was the first time he heard her cuss out loud.
Liam had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. It was the same trick he and Darren used to pull on each other in college, the kind of stupid prank that always got them in trouble. But watching Mrs. Harriet’s face, he could see the wheels turning. Richard was asking questions now, demanding to know who was in the room with her. The tone of his voice had completely changed.
“It’s just the TV,” Mrs. Harriet said quickly, trying to recover. “I had it on in the background.”
But Richard wasn’t buying it. His voice grew louder, more insistent. Liam could hear him asking if she was alone, if she was with someone, why there was a man’s voice in the background. Mrs. Harriet’s responses grew more flustered, her usual composure cracking under the pressure.
“I told you, it’s the television,” she insisted, but her voice had gone up an octave. “I’m alone in the room.”
The call dragged on for another five minutes, Richard grilling her about every detail of her evening while she tried to deflect. Liam watched the entire exchange with a mixture of horror and fascination. He had definitely caused a commotion, but watching Mrs. Harriet handle it with such grace under pressure was oddly impressive.
When she finally hung up, she turned to him with a look of pure disbelief.
“What the hell were you thinking?” she demanded, her voice low but furious. “Do you have any idea what you just did?”
Liam shrugged, trying to look innocent. “People tend to remember why they fell in love with someone when they feel like they’re losing them. Richard’s a powerful man, but even he needs to be reminded that you’re not just sitting around waiting for him.”
Mrs. Harriet stared at him for a long moment, then a slow smile spread across her face. It wasn’t the reaction he expected. She should have been furious, should have thrown him out of the room. Instead, she sat down beside him on the bed, her hand resting on his thigh like it belonged there.
“You’re an idiot,” she said, but there was no heat in it. “A complete and total idiot.”
Liam raised an eyebrow. “You’re not kicking me out?”
“I should,” she admitted. “After that stunt, I absolutely should. But the truth is…” She paused, her fingers tracing patterns on his thigh. “I wanted it to happen. I’ve been wanting it since the restaurant.”
Liam’s cock, which had finally started to soften, twitched back to life at her words. “You have?”
“You fascinate me,” she confessed, her voice dropping to a whisper.
She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. “I want you to fuck me, Liam. I want you to make me feel like a woman again.”
Liam’s brain short-circuited. He was still hard, still aching, and now she was saying exactly what he wanted to hear. But something about the way she said it felt off, like there was more to the story.
“Wait,” he said, pulling back slightly. “What about Richard? What about everything you said about boundaries?”
Mrs. Harriet’s smile turned mischievous. “Richard’s still on the line.”
Liam’s eyes went wide. “What?”
“I never hung up,” she admitted, holding up the phone. The call timer was still running. “He’s been listening to every word.”
Liam felt his stomach drop. “You’re joking.” Liam knew he had the power to ruin his life if he decided to.
“I wish I was,” she said, but she didn’t look upset. If anything, she looked excited. “This is what I wanted. I wanted him to hear me say it. I wanted him to know that someone else wants me.”
She pressed the phone to her ear again. “Richard? Are you still there?”
A muffled voice came through the speaker, too quiet for Liam to make out. Mrs. Harriet listened for a moment, then nodded.
“Good,” she said. “Then you understand. I’m going to fuck Liam now. And you’re going to listen.”
She ended the call with a decisive tap, then turned to Liam with a predatory smile. “Now, where were we?”
Liam stared at her, his mind reeling. The situation had gone from almost-sex to phone-call-disaster to public-confession in the span of ten minutes. Mrs. Harriet was full of surprises, and he was starting to understand why she was such a high-tier lawyer. She played the long game, and she played it well.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough with need.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she replied, pushing him back onto the bed. “Now shut up and kiss me before I change my mind.”
Liam didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled her down on top of him, their bodies fitting together like they were made for each other. The night was far from over, and for the first time, Liam felt like he might actually have a chance with the woman who had been driving him crazy for a few days.
Mrs. Harriet’s hand found his cock again, stroking him back to full hardness with confident fingers.
“This time,” she whispered against his lips, “we’re going to finish what we started.”
Liam groaned, his hips bucking into her touch. The phone call with Richard might have been a disaster, but it had also opened a door that neither of them had expected. Mrs. Harriet was finally ready to cross the line, and Liam was more than happy to follow her through it.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, pulling her closer. “Let’s make this count.”