Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 130: Just Like That

"Now drop the boxers," Liam said.

The system had already logged the choice and moved on.

No pause. Just the quiet, indifferent flicker at the edge of his vision and then nothing.

Tasha’s reaction was immediate.

She pulled her hands back like the waistband had burned her and straightened up in one sharp motion, putting distance between herself and what she’d just been looking at.

Her face was already going red. Not a slow flush, but the kind that started at her neck and climbed fast, heat spreading up through her jaw and into her cheeks before she could do anything about it.

"Are you serious?" Her voice came out sharper than usual.

The defensive edge of someone who’d been caught completely off guard and was still processing it.

"I’m not doing that," she said.

"Okay," Liam said.

She stared at him. Waiting for him to push, to argue or even make something of it.

When he didn’t, when he just stood there against the counter looking at her like he had all the time in the world, something shifted in her expression.

She turned toward the door. "I’m leaving."

The system appeared.

*[Option 1: "Why are you acting like you don’t want to?" | +20 Lust Points]*

*[Option 2: Let her go. | +8 Lust Points]*

She was already mid-step.

"Why are you acting like you don’t want to?"

Tasha stopped.

She turned around slowly.

Her expression sat in that particular place between disbelief and something else, something she hadn’t organized yet, something she wasn’t ready to put a name to.

"What if I do?" she said.

Liam wasn’t surprised.

Tasha had always been like that. Direct in the way that only people who’d stopped caring about how they sounded could be. She said what she meant and she didn’t perform around it.

He smiled. Not the sharp kind. A real one, slow and easy, the kind that reached his eyes.

"Look at you," he said. "A minute ago you weren’t ready to do it."

Her jaw tightened. "You asked."

"You could’ve said no again."

She held his eyes for a moment.

He could see her deciding something, working through it in real time, the way she always did when she was about to commit to something she’d already made up her mind about.

"Alright," Liam said, settling back against the counter. "I’m still waiting."

She moved.

Three steps across the bathroom and she dropped to her knees in front of him without breaking eye contact, her fingers hooking into his waistband.

She pulled his boxers down in one clean motion and didn’t look away.

He was already half-hard.

She looked at him. He looked at her.

The system appeared again.

*[Option 1: "Now suck it." | +10 Lust Points]*

*[Option 2: "You actually did it." | +1 Lust Point]*

"Now suck it."

Flat and direct. No softness in it.

She stared up at him from the floor, her hair falling loose around her shoulders, the shirt hanging wide at the collar and showing the curve of her collarbone.

The red in her cheeks hadn’t fully left.

"Do it like you always do," he said.

She held his gaze for another second.

Then her hand came up and wrapped around the base of him.

Her fingers were cool against his skin, a contrast sharp enough to pull a quiet exhale out of him.

She started moving slowly at first, a steady unhurried rhythm, her hand forward and backward while she watched his face.

He got harder in her grip.

She could feel it happening, the weight of him changing, the heat building under her palm.

She watched it with a focus she hadn’t planned on having.

When he was fully hard she looked up at him.

"I said use your mouth," Liam said.

She hesitated. Just a beat. Barely anything.

Then she leaned forward.

The first contact was just her lips at the tip and she felt him twitch against her mouth before she’d even started properly.

She took him in and didn’t ease into it.

She hadn’t expected to feel like this.

Hadn’t expected to be this happy.

Part of her had genuinely been scared he was done with her, that whatever this was between them had run its course in his head.

That she wasn’t enough to hold his attention anymore. But he’d asked. He’d chosen this. And that one fact was doing more to her than she wanted to admit.’

Her head dropped fast, taking as much as she could right away, her lips stretched tight around him as she pulled back and went down again immediately.

Her hand moved with it, matching the pace she’d already set, quick and greedy, the wet sound of it filling the small bathroom before thirty seconds had passed.

She could feel the heat of him on her tongue, the weight of him hitting the back of her throat on the deeper passes, and she didn’t slow down.

Her free hand pressed flat against his thigh for balance, fingers digging slightly into the muscle there.

She set a rhythm that had nothing controlled about it, just want, unfiltered, her head moving fast while her hand worked the base and her lips kept a pressure that was more desperate than deliberate.

Her chest pressed against the front of the grey shirt with every forward motion, her breasts shifting under the fabric with each movement.

And somewhere in the back of her mind she registered the faint dampness between her thighs that had no business being there this quickly. She didn’t stop. Didn’t acknowledge it.

Above her, Liam’s jaw had gone tight.

The hand on the counter had tightened into a grip, his knuckles shifting under the skin.

The stitches were pulling with every small movement he made trying to stay still, a low burn sitting underneath everything else, but the heat of her mouth was doing a thorough job of pushing it to the back of the line.

"Slow down," he said.

She looked up, lips still around him, breathing through her nose.

"You’re being aggressive again," he said. "Do it like you were doing it earlier. At the hospital."

Tasha’s eyes went wide. She pulled back and looked up at him.

"You were awake?" The panic was already in her voice before she finished the sentence. "And you didn’t say anything?"

"You woke me up," Liam said.

"I can’t believe you were awake." She put her hands over her face.

"Tasha."

She didn’t move.

"Tasha." His voice was even. "Don’t be embarrassed. I enjoyed it." A beat. "Now give me the same thing you were giving me before."

She stayed like that for a moment longer.

Then she dropped her hands and looked up at him.

Held his eyes for a long second.

And nodded.

She went back. Slower this time.

"Fuck," he breathed out quietly.

Her mouth moved along him in a long controlled slide, tongue working deliberately, pressing flat against the underside on every downstroke and curling slightly on the way back up.

She could feel every ridge under her tongue, the heat of him against the inside of her cheek, the weight of him sitting heavy on her tongue with every pass.

Her hand stayed at the base, keeping steady pressure there while her mouth handled everything above it.

"Good," Liam said quietly. His voice came out rougher than he’d intended.

The word landed somewhere low in her chest. She hated how much she registered it.

She kept the pace. Steady. Controlled.

Her lips sealed tight around him on every upstroke, her tongue rolling on the way down, her hand and mouth building a rhythm that went nowhere fast and did everything because of it.

His breathing changed.

She could hear it, the way it deepened, the slight unevenness starting to creep in.

"Jesus," he muttered under his breath. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Above her his head had dropped back slightly, the line of his throat taut, his chest rising and falling with more effort than before.

His grip on the counter had gone rigid.

The stitches burned steadily but distantly. Everything else had narrowed down to her mouth, her hand, the controlled pressure of it. That was all there was right now.

"Faster," he said.

She picked it up.

Her head moved quicker, her hand matching, the sound of it sharp in the small space. She felt his thigh tense under her palm, the muscle going rigid beneath her fingers.

"Just like that."

She kept going.

The rhythm locked in, her jaw working steadily, her lips maintaining the pressure he needed.

She could taste him fully now, salt and heat, something underneath that was just him, something she’d been aware of before without letting herself sit with it.

She felt him tense. The full-body kind, starting in his thighs and moving upward, and then he was there.

She took it. Warm and sudden across her tongue and she swallowed without pulling back, staying with him until he was completely done.

When he finished she drew back slowly, lips dragging along him on the way out, and sat back on her heels.

She stayed there for a moment.

Her jaw ached faintly.

Her thighs were pressed together in a way that had become deliberate somewhere in the last few minutes without her fully deciding on it.

The dampness she’d registered earlier hadn’t gone anywhere.

She was aware of her own heartbeat in a way that was inconvenient and said more than she wanted it to.

She stood.

Her legs weren’t entirely reliable under her.

She took a breath, wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and straightened the shirt where it had shifted across her hips.

"Happy now?" A little rough. She turned toward the door.

One step.

’He didn’t want her to leave.’

The thought arrived clearly before anything else did. Not complicated. Just true.

His hand closed around her wrist.

She stopped.

He turned her back around slowly and she looked at him, actually looked at him, and found him watching her with an expression that had nothing casual in it at all.

The bathroom sat quiet around them.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I’m not done."

She held those three words for a second.

Then her eyes went to the bandaging at his side, to the bruising spreading out from under it, deep purple and yellow against his skin.

"You’re injured," she said.

"I know."

"Liam." Actual disbelief in it now. "You just got out of the hospital."

"I know that too."

She stared at him for a long moment.

The bathroom hummed around them.

Then the breath that left her sat somewhere between a laugh and surrender, the sound of someone who had looked at a situation clearly and stopped fighting it.

"What do you want now?" she asked.

The system flickered at the edge of his vision.

*[New Options Available]*

He looked at it. Then he looked at her.

And smiled.