Chapter 49
from-my-toes hard
Lorien
He steps out of his pants and socks in one go, and his cock points directly at me.
He holds my gaze as I lift the tee over my shoulders. When I reach for my shorts, nerves get the better of me, and I drop my gaze and bite my lip.
“Don’t make me bite that for you.” He gestures to my mouth.
My bottom lip releases with a small pop as I stare up at him, unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts. They fall to bunch at my knees leaving me in just a pair of pale lemon-yellow panties and a matching bra.
“You look good enough to eat, baby.”
I shiver as he strokes a finger from my jaw, over my collar bone, to between my breasts, until his finger is dangerously near my very wet panties.
“In fact, that’s first up.” He slowly lowers himself to the bed and I can tell he’s going gentle. The bandage on his upper thigh wraps all the way around to his very firm ass.
“Come ride my face. I need to taste that sweet pussy.”
“Won’t… Won’t I hurt you?” I whisper.
“Try not to, okay. I want the pleasure not the pain.”
I scoot toward him, leaving my shorts and panties where they fell and undoing my bra.
He taps my hip when I get to his shoulders. “Turn around.”
“But I won’t have anything to hold on to.”
“I’ll give you something. Don’t you worry.”
Settling over him, he reaches for my armpits to pull me down to his cock.
I kiss the barbell, then lick the slit that beads with pre-cum.
I’ve just sealed my mouth around the head when he parts me to suck on my clit.
The groan that comes from me hums around his cock and elicits from him the same.
I’m fisting his cock while taking him as deep as I’m able.
The barbell slides along my tongue instead of my palate and I’ve never been more thankful for my precarious position.
“Baby, I’m going to come. Need you off unless you want it all.”
I suck harder and bob faster.
“I waited for you, so it’s gonna be fast and hard. You sure?”
Hollowing out my cheeks, I pull as deep as I can and offer my mmh hmm just as I squeeze his balls.
“I— You— Fuuuck.” He thrusts up into my mouth and spills down my throat.
I fight my body’s natural reflex but swallow, then lick him clean like a lollipop.
His words and his groan are met with him pulling me square into his mouth. He devours me with abandon. He sucks and nips as his fingers enter me. When I’m close, he sucks me so hard I see stars and I collapse on his chest, wordlessly, making sure my one knee goes wide to avoid his shoulder wound.
“Was that angry sex or make-up sex?” he asks eventually, fingers still playing at my entrance, teasing and caressing me.
“I thought that was welcome home sex. Though I haven’t had you inside me yet.”
“Well, that can be fixed in a few minutes.”
“A few, huh? Do you need more recovery time than usual?”
“Well”—he bites my inner thigh—“I just came hard. Like, from-my-toes hard. But you’re on top of me naked, and I can smell your arousal so it shouldn’t take long. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt if you licked it.” He lifts his pelvis an inch.
I stroke it, fingering the vein that runs from his sac to his crown, then feel the ridge around the head.
“Woman,” the man under me groans, his cock growing warm and thick.
“Does that feel good?”
“As if you have to ask.” His abs contract with his words.
“Is this better?” I thumb his slit. “Or this?” I circle his crown.
“Yes.”
“Which one?” A smile pulls across my face.
“Wifey, you’re free to play with it, touch it, lick it, suck it, or fuck it, but my preference is the reverse order. Want to climb up and ride it?”
I trail a finger up his outer thigh and he tenses. “I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.”
“Well, we’re not waiting six or eight weeks, so hop up and I’ll get creative.”
I’m on my back, hips on a pillow, with both my ankles on his good shoulder as Liam stands above me, watching me take him.
His eyes are glued to my center. They’re dilated and hungry.
He drills into me so he can control the movement and the depth.
He pulls out, fiddles with his piercing, and slides in again to my loud moan.
“What— What did you do?”
“I replaced the bead on my barbell.” He stares at my core. “Do you like it?”
I squeeze my legs together and lift my hips, using his shoulder for leverage.
“Never mind.” He laughs. “You like it. Good to know.”
“I don’t like it. I love it. It’s… Wow.”
“Keeping talking like that, baby, and I’ll blow my load before I can get you off.”
I tighten my inner muscles around him and grin wickedly. “You would leave me unsatisfied?” I push out my bottom lip.
He places both hands on my shoulders and slides me until too much of me hangs off the bed. I’m teetering, forced to lift my hips higher.
“Look at you being greedy and taking what you need.”
He pulls back and slams into me, that larger bead, scraping along my g-spot.
“Love that greedy pussy.”
He withdraws and slams home again.
“Such a good girl who takes what she wants.”
Slamming in, he drops his hands to either side of my ears and pistons with abandon.
“Want to come, Lorien?”
“Yes,” I moan, feeling the metal rubbing me until I can barely think.
“Tell me.” He pulls all the way out, tapping my clit with the piercing.
I growl.
“Six to three. What will your punishment be?” His grin appears, his chest rises and falls with the exertion, and I stare at the untatted patch of skin over his heart, knowing I desperately want to be inked there.
He slides between my folds, bouncing the bead of that barbell against my clit once, twice, three times.
“Take me, William. And please make it good and hard. I need to come.”
His mouth falls open, and he stares. But the smile that breaks across his face is pure masculine satisfaction.
He notches his cock inside me and slams home with brutal force, pushing me up the bed. I squeeze and lift, fighting to keep him inside.
Reaching between my legs, I finger my clit until my hand is slapped away.
“I’m responsible for your pleasure. I make you come. That’s my job. No one touches you, Wifey. Not even you.”
He rubs my clit before pinching it, until it verges on painful. He ruts inside me, folding over me, making it so tight as he moves inside me that I combust.
“Liam.” I call his name as I fall over the edge into the floating blackness of sensation. Stars play against my eyelids. My hearing tunnels. I can only feel the overwhelming paradise of my body hitting its crescendo.
I float, having no idea how long it takes for him to come. Heat explodes inside me, and he collapses, gliding in and out, chanting my name, stretching out the best orgasm of my life.
Liam
There’s nothing sweet about our coming together. Except maybe her effort to avoid where I’m bruised. And seeing how that’s fucking everywhere, it’s a wonder she was able to get me naked at all without additional pain.
Her shaking hands were enough to get past it. The need I could smell from her core was too.
And my dick isn’t complaining about being where it belongs. I’m softening, but I glide, hating leaving the confines of her warm body.
Her stomach growls, and she throws her hands over her face, swatting me in the process. “Oh my God. I’m sorry.” She groans and her face flames, all the while she reaches for mine to check where she clocked me. “I didn’t mean to—”
She sees something in me that silences her. I don’t know what. I suspect but I refuse to dig deeper.
“Liam?” she whispers as her hands move from soothing to tracing. She watches her fingers until they clench in my beard and tug me to her.
She lifts as much as she can to meet my lips.
That little bite of pain at my chin, the desire in her eyes, her want.
This kiss isn’t the teeth clashing, brutal one that leads to sex. This is warmth and desire and the need to be connected. This is less lust and more…
I open my eyes, watching her watch me. Her hand moves from my beard to the back of my head, holding me to her.
And I fucking give in. I melt into Lorien Anderson, PhD, who makes me want things I’ve never considered before. I melt into her embrace, into her perfect pussy, into her quirky nature, into her scientific brain, into the turmoil she’s brought into my life.
Her stomach growls again, breaking my trip down what-the-fuck lane, and I laugh against her lips. “Wifey is hungry. I satisfied that starving pussy. Apparently, I need to feed you more regularly.”
I slide out of her and she mewls in protest.
Fuck, I love that whimper that means she doesn’t want to lose me.
“That bead was… And your… well, you know.”
“One day, you’re going to have the confidence to tell me exactly what you want. And I can’t wait, baby. Because I’ll give you anything you ask for.”
She rubs my chest, exactly where she planted that kiss, and watches her hand as she does.
“Promise?” she asks, never meeting my gaze.
“I promise.”
And it’s a vow. One that might crack my chest in two, but one that I’ll keep.