Chapter 10 #2
And I want to be inside her more than anything, but I need her to come like this first.
I need to do that for her.
I need her to do that for me.
It doesn’t take long before her hands tighten on the comforter again, wrenching it almost off the bed, her hips slamming up against my face as her pussy ripples around my fingers.
I suck on her clit, flicking my tongue across it until she finally detonates, her thighs clamping down around my head and twisting with a violence I crave, because it means she’s lost control.
She’s giving it over to me.
She’s let go, even if only for a moment.
She’s forgotten all the things she’s afraid of.
She’s given me that, more than I ever thought possible.
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LUCKY
My mind floats in that ethereal space that only exists after an incredible orgasm, my limbs somehow heavy and boneless at the same time.
Liam crawls up my body and captures my mouth, utterly devouring me the same way he just did my cunt, with the taste of my release on his lips and his still coating my tongue.
The weight of his hard body on mine, pressing me into the bed, cocoons me in his strength and warmth as his kiss deepens…
My pussy clenches, the heady mix making me hungry for more.
Desperate for him.
But after what he just told me, I’m not going to push. I’m not going to make demands or have expectations from this man.
He’s already given me so much in such a short time.
Offered me friendship. Provided me safety and support when I don’t deserve it. Invited me into his life and his world when he doesn’t understand what he’s opened his door to.
I won’t take anything more from him that he’s not ready to give.
His kiss becomes more urgent, and despite my best efforts to control my reaction to the feel of his body flush to me, my hips roll along his cock.
So hot.
So hard.
So unyielding in the best way.
He groans into my mouth, then pulls back slightly, one hand tunneling into my hair as the other grips my chin. “You’re sure you want this, Lucky? Because I don’t know how good it will be. How good I’ll be…”
His almost shy nervousness when he’s usually so confident and the concern in his green gaze only makes me want him more. The fact that he cares so much, not about what it means for him, but how it’ll be for me, only proves how much I don’t deserve him.
God…
He really is an incredible man.
Kind.
Beyond generous.
And all I want is to be with him.
Completely.
To give myself over to him for whatever time we have together like this.
Because it could end tomorrow.
This may be the only night we have together. Life beyond the mountain may come crashing down on me when I least expect it, and that would mean Liam McBride will disappear, along with anything else that has ever been good in my life.
But not tonight.
I refuse to let anything come between us here, in this beautiful place he built with his bare hands.
Hands that have already brought me so much pleasure and hope.
I reach between us and grasp his hard cock, and a strangled noise rumbles in his chest where it presses to mine, the reverberation traveling all the way through me.
He kisses me deeply again, his mouth slanting as his hips roll against me, pinning my hand between us as I stroke him gently, gliding my thumb across the slick head.
And I realize I never answered him.
Not with words anyway.
When I manage to tear my mouth away, I’m breathless. “I want you, Liam.”
His eyes slowly drift open to meet mine, and the tiniest grin graces his lips as he dips his head and kisses me again. Harder this time. More demanding. Filled with beautiful promises I want to grab hold of and cling to as badly as I do him.
Liam draws his hips back, putting enough space between us that I can guide his cock to my slick core. He presses just the head in, a low hiss slipping from his lips, then slowly starts pushing inside me.
My pussy stretches to accommodate his size, burning in the best way at his thick length filling me. So cautiously. Every muscle in his body tense. Trembling against me. As if he’s trying to restrain some inherent animal instinct to fuck.
He freezes, his hips stilling and eyes opening again. “Is this all right? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
I lift my palm to cup his stubbled cheek as I wrap my legs around him and press at his lower back, urging him to drive in the rest of the way. “It’s fucking perfect.”
“Fuck…”
That single word comes out more like a growl than spoken, and he finally pushes into me completely. I tip my head back, my breath caught in my throat at the sensation of being filled by Liam McBride, and he drops his head, burying his face in my neck.
“God, you feel so fucking good, Bluebell.”
Bluebell…
Something about that name coming from his lips, the reverence with which he says it, almost like a prayer being whispered in a confessional, is enough to make me squeeze around his length, clamping down on him.
Another strangled noise vibrates against my neck. He kisses his way across my cheek as he draws his hips back and slowly plunges into me again, drawing a little mewl from me as he bottoms out again. “If you keep doing that, I know I’m not going to last long enough to make this good for you, Lucky.”
For me.
That’s all he cares about.
His sole focus.
But this needs to be incredible for him, too.
It should be something he remembers, that he can never forget. Because I already know I could never forget Liam or what he’s already done for me.
I push on his shoulders, urging him away slightly. “Roll onto your back.”
His eyes flare in surprise, but he does as I request, wrapping his arm around me to take me with him. I push up, pressing my hand across the massive, colorful tattoo of a tiger across his chest. Trailing my fingers over the bright colors, I roll my hips, grinding down.
“Fuck…” He hisses the single word as his hands tighten on my flesh, pinning me in place while every muscle in his neck strains. “Good God.”
Good God is right…
In this position, he’s even bigger, my body stretched and filled so completely that I want to just luxuriate in the feeling of being consumed by Liam.
I lean down and kiss my way up those tight corded muscles of his neck to his ear. “Was it worth the wait?”
“Fucking hell, Lucky.” His hands flex at my waist possessively. “I wouldn’t want this with anyone but you.”
The sentiment makes my eyes burn, and I squeeze them closed so he won’t see the tears about to form as I pull my head back and set to work, slowly pushing myself up and sinking down on his thick cock.
One of his hands squeezes my hip as he reaches up with the other to cup my breast. He drags his calloused thumb over the taut nipple, and a flash of pleasure shoots straight to my clit, making me twitch and clamp down on him.
He grins and does it again, then switches to the other side and gives it the same attention.
Each brush of his thumb might as well be directly at the apex of my thighs, my body so primed and sensitive that the nerve endings flare with each pass of that rough skin along mine.
If he keeps playing with my breasts like this, I’m going to come fast.
I lean forward slightly, finding the perfect angle to grind my clit against his pelvis as I work his shaft, gliding up and down, bracing myself on his rock-hard chest as I set a rhythm that makes his entire body tense.
The head of his cock catches inside me, and his eyes roll back. “God.” I rock my hips and clench. “Fuck. Do that again.”
Fuck, yes.
Seeing him like this—completely given over to reckless abandon and pleasure was my goal. To give him even the slightest bit of what he’s given me.
I repeat the motion, rolling my hips up at the final second, and his bow off the bed, plunging him even deeper inside me. Then he surges up, bracing himself on one hand and tunneling his fingers into my hair with the other, angling my face so he can devour my mouth while I take him.
That slight change in angle is all I need for my movements to become more frantic, more desperate. My labored breaths mingle with his as he continues to kiss me like he’s seeking something more. Like he’s trying to get to the truth that I’ve been holding back.
And I want to give it to him.
I want to give him everything.
But I can’t.
Not right now.
All I can give him is this.
Heat spreads out from where our bodies connect, sizzling across my skin, searing away the reality beyond this cabin. That’s where I want to leave it, to pretend it doesn’t exist. For now, I will.
I give myself completely to Liam.
To his lips moving over mine.
To the sweep of his greedy tongue.
To the possessive way he grasps my hair.
To the way his cock feels just fucking right, like it was built to fit inside me and complete a part of me I hadn’t been aware was lacking.
My orgasm slams into me, and I clamp down on him, rolling my hips and bucking on his length. He presses his feet into the bed and drives up, thrusting one final time before he groans and empties himself inside me.
Pleasure explodes through me that same way the falls burst from the top of the mountain and cascade down to the massive pool below, the scalding hot ecstasy enough to make stars explode against my eyelids and my breath rush from my lungs.
I want to live in this moment forever, to cling to the man and feeling for as long as I possibly can.
But when it finally subsides, only the tingling aftershocks left, I sink down on him, and he drops onto the bed, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my hair, holding me tightly to him.
Exactly where I want to be.
Making me feel safe for the first time I can ever remember.