Chapter 36
She is something else. I can’t feel my legs, and if the bed was any further I can guarantee you I would be slumping to the floor.
She sucks my soul right out of me, and she’s still sitting there, butt on her heels, looking up at me.
I can see her slightly shaking as her hands fist at her side as she tries to keep from touching herself.
I feel myself smirk. “Come here,” I tell her. Instantly, she stands and makes her way to me. “Are you okay with what just happened?” I check in with her, keeping my eyes on hers as I toy with the band of her underwear, making her moan.
Oh yeah, my girl needs to be touched.
“Words, or I stop,” I say, slowly dragging the front of her underwear down.
“Yes,” she barely gets out as her shaking gets more pronounced.
“Promise,” I ask. The girl was meant to be teased.
She nods her head. Instantly, I stop touching her. Her eyes spring open. She goes to complain, but I cut her off. “What’s the rule?”
“Words, or you stop,” she says, breathlessly.
“Good, so what’s your answer?” I ask, still not touching her, making her glare . . . at me.
“Promise,” she says, loud and clear.
“Good girl,” I say, fisting the front of her underwear. “Don’t forget it again.” I yank her underwear down until they hit the floor.
Then, I spin her around, giving a quick bite to one of her ass cheeks, surprising her, before standing up behind her, pulling her hair to one side, and bending down to whisper in her ear, “Now, I want you to lie on your back, hands against the headboard, with your legs spread wide, understood?”
She nods her head, but before I can correct her, she says, “Understood.”
I step around her and watch as she gets on her bed and do as instructed. “Bend your knees. Show me what’s mine.” She blushes at my command but listens nonetheless.
I love Sloane, no matter what, but seeing her like this, fully trusting me, so lost in her body, in the lust, want, and need I create in her . . . she leaves me speechless.
“Gorgeous,” I compliment her as I kneel on the foot of the bed, between her spread legs.
“Liam,” she moans as I run my hands from her ankle all the way up to where her legs meet her torso, skimming where she needs me most.
“The things I would do to you, Sloane,” I say, eyes not leaving her wet little cunt.
“Do them,” she says, surprising me. My eyes leave their mark to meet her desperate gaze.
“You sure?” I ask, giving her a smirk, enjoying where this is going.
“Please, just do something!” she almost screams, writhing on the bed in front of me.
Grabbing my still-hard cock, I give myself a couple pumps, grabbing her attention, before I tell her, “Fine then, I will. But you’re going to keep your hands on that headboard as I lick this pretty little pink pussy of yours. Got it?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Twice,” I tell her. “Move your hands and I stop and I get to come in your dangerous little mouth again and you don’t get to come at all.”
“Just touch me, Liam!” she begs, hands hovering off the headboard. This is going to be hard for her, but oh so fun for me.
I slowly move one of my hands so my finger grazes her wet entrance. Immediately, her hips undulate, looking for more.
“I think we’re going to have to invest in a better headboard,” I comment.
“I can already see you’re going to have a hard time listening, and I almost feel bad for you.
How about after we’re done here we try to find a new headboard,” I say as I continue to tease her entrance, keeping just out of reach of her seeking hips.
Moving up the bed, I lay my naked body over hers, not touching her, until my lips are against her ear to whisper, “One where I can make sure your hands stay where I put them.”
She whimpers at my words.
“You like that idea don’t you,” I tease, running wet kisses down her neck.
“Being at my mercy. Having no choice but to let me do whatever I want to you.” I continue, letting my tongue roll over her tight pink nipple.
“For however long I want.” I close my mouth around her nipple.
Again, her hips seek something, anything, only to find air.
I don’t say a word as I let go of her nipple with a final bite, eliciting a deep moan from her, before kissing and licking my way down to her pussy, licking her from bottom to top without warning.
She was right on the edge, just like I wanted her, because the moment I wrap my lips around her pulsing little clit she explodes, screaming my name.
“Fuck,” I say, slipping a finger inside her tight chanel, feeling her pulse around me. She’s always been moaner, but I was not expecting her to scream like that. At least I know she wasn’t lying when she said she enjoyed where this was going.
“Did you like that?” I ask, slowly pumping a finger in and out of her.
“Yes but . . .” She falters as I add another finger.
“But?” I ask as I move my fingers a bit faster. Her breath catches at my movement.
“I need more,” she breathes out, hips meeting my every movement.
“Is that so, greedy girl?” I question teasingly.
“Liam, please,” she begs.
“Since you asked so politely,” I say, gripping her left thigh and spreading her legs even more.
“Take your left hand—only the left—and lick your thumb. That’s my girl.
” I encourage her to do as she’s told. “Now, circle your left nipple. Good.” She does exactly that, but then she pinches, making me remove my fingers and hand from her.
“I didn’t say pinch, I said rub,” I repeat. “What’s the rule?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she cries. “I just want to come. Please, Liam.” I have her right where I want her—again.
I’m amazed at how I can get her right to the edge of insanity by barely touching her.
The power my words have on her not only has my dick harder than it’s ever been, but it has my heart skipping a few beats. She’s my perfect match.
“What’s the rule?” I ask again.
“Do as you say or you stop!” she says, frustrated.
“Perfect, so take your left thumb and rub at your nipple but don’t pinch.” I watch as her thumb makes its way back to her nipple. “Good,” I compliment as my fingers go back to exactly where she wants me.
I touch her at a lazy pace, making sure she listens to my instructions before dipping my mouth back to her opening.
Her legs tense then shake around me as pleasure shoots through her body.
I take my time this time around, slowly spreading her out with my thumbs before dipping my tongue into her slowly, driving her even wilder.
Her hips met my every move as she continuously moans and pleads with me to let her go over the edge.
I know her body well enough to know that she can’t get there without her clit being touched, so I make sure to skip over it.
Getting close but not giving her what she needs.
I know the moment my tongue lands on it, she’s going to go flying over the edge.
It’s going to have to be soon though, because my dick has been leaking, begging for me to let her over the edge so we can get in her.
Not willing to wait any longer, as much as I like teasing her, I give her one last dip of my tongue before I move up to nip at her clit.
And just as I knew, she explodes. This time, her hands leave the headboard and find their way to my head.
I keep my mouth on her through her climax—until her thighs stop shaking and her hands loosen in my hair.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands to yourself?” I tease, earning me an eyeroll. “Oh you’re going to get it.”
But she doesn’t say anything, just looks up at me with a sated smile.
“Hands and knees,” I order.
“Like this?” she sasses once she’s in front of me, on her hands and knees.
“Chest to the bed.” Her cheeks redden, but she does as she’s told, putting her ass on display for me. Without missing a beat, my hand lands a slap to her right ass cheek. I expected her to be surprised, but my action gets rewarded with a moan. Fuck, this woman was made for me.
I land another slap, painting her ass red, before leaning over her, dropping a commanding kiss to her lips, and grabbing a condom from one of our bedside tables.
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined painting your ass red with my palm?” I ask, opening the condom wrapper and sliding it on.
“No,” she says, shaking her ass. The little tease.
“Every damn time you rolled your eyes at me, you little devil,” I admit before slamming into her. We both let out a moan.
“Fuck me, you’re even tighter like this,” I groan. I’m not going to last. My little game earlier got me too close to the edge, even though I came down her throat first.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads. “You’re so deep.” She moans.
Neither of us says a word after that. That is, until I’ve had enough and tell her to slide her hand under her and get herself there. The instant I feel her walls clench around me, I follow her right over the edge with her name on my lips.