18. Hannah
CHAPTER 18
hannah
Liam undresses slowly, inch by inch, giving me pieces of his perfect, athletically built body. His wide shoulders are rounded at the top, leading to thick muscled biceps that forever look like he’s flexing, his chest is chiseled, a light dusting of chest hair leading to washboard abs that I want to trace with my tongue. His shirt floats to the floor along with his tie as I lean back on my elbows and let myself take all of him in for the first time.
Liam hooks his thumbs into his pants, pulling the stretchy fabric over his massive cock, and letting them drop to the floor before stepping free of them—briefs in tow. My eyes are focused on his dick—long and thick, with a throbbing vein running up the length of the underside leading to an engorged, deep-red mushroom head. I figured he was packing, but seeing it face-to-face makes him seem otherworldly. He’s massive. At least, he is to me, based on the limited experience that I’ve had with dicks in the past.
I’ve never had the desire to give a blow job before, but right now? That’s all I want to do as I stare at him. I want to pull him to the back of my throat and make him feel as good as he just made me. His muscles ripple and flex as he grasps his big dick with his hand, his fist wrapping around the thick length and sliding upward to the bead of precum leaking from the tip. Holy shit, he is so hot.
All reservations about this have gone out the fucking window. I want him. Badly. Seeing him crawl on his hands and knees, hearing him beg, I could have orgasmed without him touching me at all. But his mouth? I’ve never experienced something so life-altering. Liam feasted on me like he would die without it, as if giving me pleasure was as much for him as it was about me. Which was proven by the fact that he came from going down on me alone.
This man, who’s been by my side since I was three, has just obliterated everything I thought I wanted and needed. And he’s been in front of me this entire time. My heart falls hard, and instantly, like blinders being removed, all I see is him.
“I know you want this, Hannah. Let me take care of you and make you feel good. Let me show you how good it can be when a man wants to take care of what’s his.” I hear his words through the rushing of my blood in my ears as I still work to come down from a life-altering orgasm and my brain attempts to catch up with my heart. But is he just lonely, too? Is this all because I’m readily available? I shake my head of the self-sabotaging thoughts and decide to just be in the now. Fuck it. If Liam wants to make me feel good, he can. His touch is everything .