Part 2

Liz didn't know what to do. She had spent the day avoiding her friends, fearing that she might accidentally blurt something out and embarrass herself. Her mind wasn't on the job and so she had spent her entire shift at the Crashdown mixing up orders and spilling drinks.

She had been trying to figure out who it could have been.

Kyle? She doubted it, what with all the Buddha stuff.

Max? She shuddered at the thought. She had broken up with him over a month ago and she hoped he wasn't trying to get her back.

Michael? Yeah right! She could only dream of that happening. Whoa! Where did that come from? Anyway, it's not like he liked her in that way anyway, so he'd never do anything like that.

She sighed. That only left every other guy she went to school with. She was never going to figure this out.

Liz hadn't realised how tired she was until Michael caught her yawning for the fifth time in as many minutes.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he called from the kitchen. "Why don't you go to bed and I'll do the cleaning and then lock up."

"Really? Thanks, Michael." She walked over and locked the front door, switching around the sign so it displayed 'closed'.

"'Night," she called over her shoulder as she dragged herself up the stairs to her room.

"Night, Liz," she heard him call back.

Once in her room she changed into her pj's and climbed into bed. She was determined to stay awake to see if she would be visited again, but the quiet soon defeated her efforts and lulled her to sleep.

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Liz awoke to the sound of her window creaking open. She opened her eyes, only to discover that it was a moonless night and she couldn't see anything. She listened as he approached, and she tried to keep her breathing even so that it appeared that she was still asleep.

The bed dipped as he sat carefully next to her. There was a slight rustling and then she felt a soft, silky material cover her eyes and it was then tied around her head.

Liz knew she could have tried to stop him, but she wanted to see what he was going to do to her this time.

He grasped her hands and raised them above her head. She sighed as she felt a silky material encase her wrists and secure them to her headboard.

"Are we awake?" he whispered against her ear.

She shuddered as his tongue teased the spot just behind and below her ear.

"Yes," she gasped as his tongue licked a path to her mouth.

"Anticipating my return?"

"N-no." She managed to stutter as his lips teased hers.

"Liar."

"Who are you?"

"Nuh-uh. Every time you ask me that I'm going to deny you something you really want."

"W-what are you going to deny me?" she cursed herself for the stutter in her voice.

"Hmm, let's see." She felt his smile against her skin. "What's something that you really want? Something that you're craving?"

His hands stroked over her already aroused body. He grasped the hem of her shirt, and tore it down the middle, exposing her to him. She groaned as he cupped her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Then his hands were helping her out of her shorts.

"No underwear. Naughty girl. Someone was waiting for me." She gasped as he cupped her, his fingers running lightly over her. "Do you want to come?"

"Yes. Please."

"Hmm, no. I don't think so."

She whimpered as his hands lifted from her body, leaving her aching and unsatisfied.

The bed dipped as he moved further down. His lips trailed a path up her legs, starting at her ankles. He placed soft, biting kisses along her inner thighs, nearing her apex, stopping when he was just inches away. He repeated the same action on her other leg.

"Touch me." She growled at him.

He relented, his tongue darting out to stroke her sensitive folds.

He moved back, away from the temptation of her body.

"No, no, no, no, no. Come back." She demanded.

"Nope. I'm not going to make you cum." He shifted, leaning over her to release her hands from the confines of the silk material holding them to the headboard. "If you want to come, do it yourself."

"No way. I'm not quite that desperate. And not with you watching."

"Oh really?"

Liz screamed as he pinched her clit. The sudden and unexpected contact sending a bolt of desire shooting through her body and she bucked towards him.

"Uh-uh." He scolded.

A growl escaped Liz's throat as one of her small hands cupped her breast, while the other snaked down her body to settle between her thighs. She buried two fingers inside herself as her thumb tormented her clit.

He gasped at the sight before him, his eyes having adjusted enough to the darkness to allow him to see what she was doing to herself.

The sound of his groans as she pleasured herself only aroused Liz further and she increased the pressure of her thrusts.

She cried out as she came, her essence coating her hand. She collapsed back against the bed, her fingers still buried inside her body.

He grasped her wrist, lifting her hand to his mouth. She became aroused again when his tongue lapped at her palm, swallowing her juices. He took each of her fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, his tongue swirling around and between them. Once they were all clean, he let her hand go and stood up, covering her with the sheet.

"Wait. Don't go. I want to taste you. Want to make you cum." Liz begged.

She heard his growl and felt him straddle her body. She blindly reached out until her hand collided with his leg. Trailing up she reached his fly. Undoing it, she freed him into her warm hand, stroking him gently. She urged him forward until she felt him against her lips. Her tongue darted out, teasing the tip of him. He growled, bucking towards her. Parting her lips she sucked him inside, her tongue swirling around him. She raised her head, taking him further into her mouth. She started a slow rhythm taking him as deep as she could. Her hand rose to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.

Her teeth scraped over his sensitive skin and he cried out as he came, spilling into her mouth. Liz loved that she had been able to turn the tables on him. To make him lose control.

She felt him slowly withdraw from her mouth and stagger off the bed. She heard the harsh sound of metal as he did his fly back up.

"Leave the blindfold on until I'm gone," he commanded as he stepped out of her window. "And thanks. That was amazing."

Liz grinned triumphantly. 'I hope he comes again tomorrow night,' she thought as she drifted off to sleep.