Chapter 36 #2
“Sorry?” he asks, staring at where his hand has disappeared into my pants. I feel his fingers just lightly brushing me, not quite inside, making me ache for more. “Do you have any idea how hot this is?” he asks, almost absentmindedly. “It flips all the alpha switches.”
“The alphas my fa…,” I start, but the words taste wrong, and I clamp my mouth shut. I don’t want to think about any of that.
Liam acts like he didn’t even hear. “Knowing I did this to you, made you this messy, can make you even more messy. So goddamn hot.”
He pulls his hand out of my pants and licks his finger, eyes closed, like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. He opens them again, and the hunger there makes my stomach clench.
“I need you to fuck me, Liam.”
“No.” He shakes his head just a little.
“What?” I dig my nails into his shoulders, but he doesn’t flinch. He just grins wider.
He takes my face in both hands and brings my lips to his, kissing me slow and deep. “I need you to fuck me. You’re gonna ride my cock exactly how you want, for as long as you want, until you make yourself come.”
A strange sense of nervousness breaks across my skin, prickling at my neck and arms. I’ve been on top before, but I don’t think I’ve ever been the one doing the fucking, not really. Most alphas I’ve been with don’t even look at me when they fuck me.
Liam pushes me back a little bit and rolls my jeans down my hips.
They’re pretty baggy, so it’s not that hard.
I get one leg free and he pushes all the fabric aside but doesn’t bother with the other leg, like he can’t wait.
He lifts his hips just enough and pushes his own jeans down to free his cock.
He digs his fingers into my hip and then gently holds me by the throat.
“Take me exactly how you want,” he whispers against my lips. He moves a hand between his legs, pulling me open and positioning me right above the tip of his cock. He holds me there, not letting me sink down yet.
“Are you gonna take me slow?” he asks, his thumb stroking over the pulse point in my throat. “Or fill yourself all the way in one stroke?”
I lick my lips, not really knowing what I want to do.
“Tell me, Ash,” he says again.
“I…” I lick my lips again, too nervous to move, I shake my head a little.
“Close your eyes.” He whispers it like he knows eye contact is a little much right now. I nod, grateful, and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Wait,” he says. “Let me get my cock all wet for you.”
I can feel him drag the tip of his cock through my slit, making me whimper.
“God, fuck,” he breathes hard.
I shift and lower myself just a little, just enough to feel the tip of his cock. I gasp, then let out a sound so needy and raw, I almost don’t recognize it as mine. His grip tightens on my hip, steadying me.
“You want to go slow?” he asks and nibbles on my neck. “Tell me. Say it.”
I shake my head. He bites a little harder.
“Tell me, Ash.”
“I… Look, I’m not good at the dirty talk.”
Liam laughs and it’s the best sound in the world.
“Pierce can give you lessons,” he mumbles before filling my mouth with his tongue.
He holds me there, suspended above his cock. I can feel the way the head nudges against my opening, the heat of it, the way slick coats every inch of me. My legs are trembling, adrenaline and want making me frantic.
“Please,” I say, not even sure what I’m begging for.
He shifts, the tip sliding back and forth over my clit, then down, rolling against the slickness.
“Take it,” he says, his voice rough. His hand is still on my throat, not tight, just holding. The other is anchored on my hip.
I sink down. There’s a moment where I forget where I am, who I am, other than right here.
Liam’s hand goes from my hip to my ass, cradling me, guiding me down inch by inch.
It’s almost too much. It’s thick, and every nerve ending lights up, the stretch hot and perfect, impossible and right.
My vision actually whites out for a second behind my closed lids.
I whimper. I can’t help it. My thighs quake, but I plant both hands on his shoulders, nails digging in.
“Look at you,” he says, almost reverent. “You’re doing so good. Keep going. Can you take all of me?”
Only the very tip at first, but with each breath, I push myself down another fraction, and another.
“Tell me what it feels like.”
“Good.” I spit out.
“Good? You can do better than that.”
“I feel… stretched. But it’s not…”
“What?” He stills and asks, concern in his voice.
“Enough,” I pant out. “Not enough. More. Want all of it,” I hear myself say, and wow, my voice does not sound like my own.
“You got it. Just like that.”
I rock down a few millimeters at a time, each one a mini explosion.
“Nah.” He lifts me almost off his cock with his strong hands. I panic, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “Breathe for a second. Then take all of me.”
He lets go of my hips and wraps both arms around me. I sink all the way down on his cock, whimpering the whole time, until I can feel his knot rubbing against me.
Liam tilts me forward and rocks inside of me. It’s a shallow move, but it sets off explosions all through my body.
“Oh god.” I moan and Liam nuzzles into my neck.
Liam holds me tight to his chest. With both arms locked behind my back, he lets me work myself up and down on him, slow, shallow, feeling every inch of him fill me until I can’t stand it anymore.
“Fuck. You’re going to make me a liar.”
“What?” I pull back to look at him. His face is strained, his jaw is tight.
“I told you that you could ride my cock for as long as you like, but you’re going to make me come before you.”
“Oh! Sorry!”
Liam’s laugh turns into a deep moan as I move a little faster.
“You’re just going to have to make yourself come for me first.”
“How do you mean?”
He gently takes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the palm before sucking on the tips of two of my fingers.
“Holy fuck!” I throw my head back, as my eyes go wide. The sensation goes right to my clit. He maneuvers my fingers between my legs.
“Don’t make me a liar, Ash. Make yourself come.”
My hand shakes a little as I follow his guidance, fingers slipping between my thighs. I touch myself, finding my clit swollen, drenched in slick.
“Right there,” he coaches.
I rock down onto him, grinding my hips to rub my clit against my fingers while Liam holds me steady. His cock stretches me wide, the fullness and friction just this side of too much. I close my eyes. It’s too intense, but Liam grabs my throat again and squeezes lightly.
“I want you to watch when you make me come.”
He keeps one hand on my hip, encouraging me with tight pressure, letting me use him, letting me take whatever I need.
I can’t keep quiet. Moans and gasps tear out of me.
“Good girl,” he rasps, voice rough and shaking. “Don’t you dare make me come first.”
I press down and rub harder, the sensation blinding. I shatter, crying out as I come, my body convulsing around his cock, squeezing him hard. I can feel every twitch, every pulse, every stretch as my orgasm rips through me. My cunt spasms, squeezing him, slick coating both of us.
“Fuck, Ash, fuck, you’re perfect,” Liam groans, his hips thrusting up.
He loses it then, bucking up into me. He clutches me to his chest, teeth gritted, fingers bruising on my hips as he buries himself deep. His cock pulses as he comes, thick and hot, filling me, his whole body straining and shuddering beneath me.
I collapse forward, panting. For a long moment, neither of us says anything. There’s only the sound of our breathing.
Self-consciousness rushes in like a slap. I’m still in Liam’s lap, impaled on his cock, trembling, and my face is flushed hot enough to burn.
“Oh god, sorry,” I stammer, pushing off him with a mortifying squelch. His cock slips from me, and the sudden emptiness triggers another sharp, involuntary spasm. I bite down on my knuckles, trying to muffle the sound. It doesn’t work. I moan anyway.
Liam just laughs softly, his arms still around my waist, stroking lazy circles on my back. “You don’t have to apologize,” he says, voice warm, almost reverent. “That was…”
I interrupt him, already babbling. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I just…”
He shushes me, thumb brushing my cheek. “That was fucking amazing.”
I want to crawl out of my own skin. There’s slick everywhere, his cum leaking down my thighs, soaking into my panties, probably all over his jeans too. I can feel it, sticky and humiliating and somehow, impossibly, making me want to do it all over again.
He notices me squirming and grins, wicked. “Relax. I’m a tough boy. I can deal with wet underwear.”
I cover my face with my hands. “No, I mean…”
He cuts me off by kissing me again. His tongue slides against mine, and I melt, shame and panic dissolving into pure, sweet helplessness. When he finally breaks the kiss, he’s smiling at me.
“You’re perfect, Ash.”
He says it like a fact, and I don’t know what to do with it.
He shifts, muscles flexing as he lifts me effortlessly, and sets me on my feet.
I feel the mess between my legs and can’t meet his eyes.
I try to tug my jeans up, but he’s already kneeling, helping me, his big hands gentle as he guides my foot through the leg hole.
He zips me up and buttons me like I’m something precious.
He glances at the TV. “Huh, the Scorpions won. Beckett will be stoked.”
I look, dazed, at the screen. The world had narrowed to just Liam and the heat between us, and now everything else is too bright, too loud. There’s a dark stain on the couch cushion where I’d been sitting. I want to die.
Liam takes my hand and kisses the back of it, soft. “Do you,” he pauses, pulling his own jeans up, “Do you want to spend the night? Beckett’s flying in, but he won’t get here until late. I don’t know where Pierce is, though.”
I hesitate. I want to say yes. I want to curl up in this nest of a room with him and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist, pretend that Liam isn’t Reed’s best friend who let him die, pretend my whole life is different.
But the thought of my father comes crashing in. I don’t know what he’d do if I didn’t come home. I don’t know what this means, any of it. I look back at the couch, the wet spot, the tangled blanket, the evidence of what I just did.
“I think I should go home,” I say, my voice small and unfamiliar.
Liam’s face falls, just a little, but he covers it with a smile. “You’re sure?”
I nod, hugging myself.
He grabs his phone and keys. “I’ll drive you.”
“No, it’s okay,” I say quickly. “I can call a car. I think I need,” I gesture vaguely at the door, “to be by myself for a minute.”
“Do you know how to use the app? You’ll text me when you get home?”
I nod, but my fingers are shaking as I pull up the screen. He watches, making sure I don’t mess it up.
We don’t say much as we wait for the car. Liam leans against the wall with hands behind his back like he doesn’t trust himself to not grab me and never let go.
I had always thought Pierce was the pretty one. Ten-year-old me raced after all of them, wanting to be part of who they were.
Adult me? Omega me?
That part of me wants Liam to reach out and never let go.
When the car arrives, he hugs me.
“Text me when you get home,” he says again, softer this time, and I nod into his shoulder.
I don’t want to let go, but I do.
Outside, the air is cold. I shiver, climbing into the back seat. As the car pulls away, I look back through the window. Liam stands on the porch, hands in his pockets, watching until I’m gone.