Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Liam
“I can’t believe we ran out of condoms,” she glares at me. “And you live in Carlsbad. Who lives this far away from civilization?”
“Are you complaining? Because earlier you mentioned you loved the view.” I grin.
“We don’t have condoms,” she complains again. “Which is why I showed you my last blood work where it says I have no STIs—just like you. You’re on the pill and . . . if you’re not comfortable to go bare we can keep using our bodies, hands, and mouths.”
“That’ll have to do,” she sighs.
I pull her up to me and kiss her hard and deep. My hunger for her should have calmed down by now. But instead, I find myself wanting more of her. The way she moves, the sounds she makes, the way she clamps down on my cock like she never wants to let go, it all made me crave more of her. We’ve been talking and fucking since last night when I went to pick her up from her apartment.
Sure, we have slept a few hours here and there, but just when I think I won’t want her again, my cock is hard and ready for her.
Her lips crash against mine with an urgency that sets my skin ablaze. Audrey’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as our kiss deepens. The taste of her, the warmth of her body pressed against me—it’s intoxicating.
Need claws at me from the inside, a relentless hunger that demands to be sated. My hands roam her curves, committing every inch to memory.
When she pulls back, her eyes smolder with want. “I need you, Liam.” The husky rasp of her voice sends a shiver down my spine.
Without a word, I sweep her into my arms and carry her to the bed. Laying her down, I drink in the sight of her—disheveled hair splayed across the pillows, kiss-swollen lips parted in anticipation. My heart thunders in my chest.
I lean in, brushing my lips along the delicate column of her neck. “You have me,” I murmur against her skin. “Always. The question is, how do you want me?”
“Fuck me. Fuck me with that filthy mouth of yours, Liam Cohen. Make me feel the only way you can.”
She doesn’t have to say more. I want to pound her hard and fast, but instead I do as she requests.
The sight of Audrey’s naked body draped across my bed sends a jolt of desire through me. I move toward her, my heart pounding. Her thighs are already parted, inviting me in. I kneel before her and gently push her legs further apart, baring her glistening folds to my hungry gaze.
“You’re so beautiful.” Audrey shivers beneath me, her breath hitching as I trace a path down her body with my lips, my fingers exploring the soft curves and valleys of her flesh. I can feel the heat radiating off her skin, can smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal as I make my way lower, my tongue darting out to taste her.
She squirms beneath my lips. “Liam . . . don’t start playing with me,” she begs .
“Don’t move, or I’m going to have to start again,” I tease her.
My fingers trace a path down her body, lingering on the curve of her hip before I find her wet and ready for me, her body trembling with need.
“Like this? Is this what you want me to do to you?” I ask, my voice low, teasing, and husky as I begin to explore her folds with my fingers. I circle her clit, teasing her with every stroke until she’s writhing beneath me, desperate for more.
“Or maybe like this?” I continue, slipping one finger inside her pussy, then two, filling her up in a way that makes her moan with pleasure. I move my fingers in and out, my pace slow and deliberate, driving her wild with every thrust.
But I don’t stop there. I slide my fingers lower, teasing her other entrance, making her gasp with surprise and desire. “Have you ever tried this before?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
She shakes her head, unable to find the words to answer me. But I don’t need an answer. I can feel her body responding to me, can hear the way she’s breathing harder, faster.
I press gently against her, feeling her body open up to me in a way that takes my breath away. It’s intimate, intense, and so fucking hot .
“Is this what you want?” I ask, my voice strained.
“Oh, yes, Liam that,” she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair as I tease her, my lips and tongue working in tandem to drive her wild. I can feel her getting closer, can hear the way her breathing has quickened, can sense the tension building in her body.
I smile against her skin, my fingers delving deeper inside her, filling her up in a way that makes her cry out with pleasure. I move my fingers in and out, my pace quickening as she begs for more. Sliding two fingers into her velvet heat, I curl them forward, stroking that ultra-sensitive spot deep inside.
Audrey cries out. While I thrust and pump my fingers, I suck her throbbing clit between my lips, swirling my tongue in time with the pumping motions.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, her body trembling with pleasure.
I can feel her getting closer, can feel the way her body is tensing up, ready to explode with pleasure. I press deeper, harder, faster, until she’s finally there, crying out my name as she comes apart in my mouth.
Her thighs quiver around my ears as her cries of pleasure reach a crescendo. “Liam! Oh Liam!” I revel in the taste of her, the scent of her arousal surrounding me as I lick and suck hungrily. My name repeatedly torn from her lips in ecstasy is the sweetest music.
Audrey’s fingers clutch at my hair as her back arches sharply off the bed. I devour every last tremor, every aftershock of her orgasm with zealous strokes of my tongue. Only when her body finally stills do I slowly pull back, planting soft kisses along her inner thighs.
“God, you’re incredible,” she pants, chest heaving. Her hazel eyes sparkle with satiated lust when our gazes meet.
Crawling up beside her, I brush damp strands of hair from her flushed face. “As are you, my love.” Our lips meet in a deep, probing kiss and she can taste herself on my tongue.
Her hand snakes between us, palming the throbbing length of my erection through my boxers. “Your turn,” she murmurs against my mouth with a wicked grin.
Before I can formulate a witty retort, she’s straddling my thighs, the heat of her sex hovering just inches above me. Her small hands wrap around my shaft, stroking firmly from base to tip as she leans in to trail open-mouthed kisses along my neck.
“Audrey . . .” I groan, arching into her touch. My fingers tangle into her dark tresses as her lips blaze a path down my chest.
She looks up at me through thick lashes, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’ve been such a good boy. I think you deserve a reward.”
My heart thunders in my chest as Audrey’s lips travel down my shaft, leaving a trail of wet heat in their wake. Her dark hair cascades over my thighs, creating a curtain that envelops us in intimacy. I can see the concentration etched on her face, the way her brows furrow slightly as she takes me deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan, tangling my fingers in her hair. The strands are silky soft against my skin, and I can’t help but marvel at the contrast between the delicate texture of her hair and the roughness of my own hands.
Audrey hums in response, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. She reaches up to cup my balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. I can’t help but buck my hips, almost unable to contain the surge of pleasure that courses through me. But too soon, her mouth is gone, she gives me a wicked smile.
“Are you sure about us going bare?” she asks.
“Only if you are, baby,” my voice trembles. This is something I’ve never done in my life and doing it with her scares me and excites me at the same time.
I watch as she climbs onto me, straddling my hips. I can’t help but admire the way her thighs flex as she lowers herself onto me. She’s slick with desire, and I can feel her heat enveloping me as she takes me inside her. Her cunt is like a velvet glove, tight and warm, gripping me in all the right places. I let out a groan as she starts to move, her hips rolling in a rhythm that’s both familiar and intoxicating.
“You feel so good,” I murmur, my hands finding her waist. I can feel her muscles tense and release under my fingertips as she rides me, her breath hitching with each thrust. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back, and I can’t resist the urge to lean up and press a kiss to the curve of her neck. She shivers, her movements becoming more frantic.
I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of her body moving against mine. Her hips roll in a maddening rhythm, each movement sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I can feel her heat wrapping around me, her slickness making every stroke effortless.
Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I can’t help but reach up to cup them in my hands. She moans, leaning forward to press her lips to mine. Our tongues dance together, tasting of sweat and desire.
“You feel so good,” she whispers against my lips, her breath hot and heavy. I can feel her muscles clenching around me, and I know she’s close. I want to draw this out, to make it last as long as possible, but I can feel myself slipping closer to the edge with every movement.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my voice hoarse with passion. She smiles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I have no intention of stopping,” she says, her voice low and sultry. She shifts her weight, changing the angle of her hips, and I see stars. My vision blurs, my mind going blank as pleasure overwhelms me. I can feel myself pulsing inside her, my release triggering hers. We come together, our bodies shuddering with the force of our orgasms.
Her back arches, her head thrown back as she takes me deeper. I bury myself in her, relishing the feel of her warmth surrounding me, the slickness of her desire coating me. I can feel myself filling her, branding her with my seed, possessing her in the most primal way possible.
Mine, I think, feeling a surge of possessiveness.
She’s mine.
Truly mine.
She collapses against me, her breath hot against my neck. We stay like that, panting and sweaty, our bodies still tangled together. I can feel her heart hammering against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own. She rests her head on my shoulder, her breathing slowing as she comes down from her high.
“I love you,” she murmurs, her voice soft and sleepy. I smile, my heart swelling with the intensity of the words.
“I love you too,” I reply, my voice thick with emotion. And I mean it. I’ve never felt more alive, more myself.