14. Hat Trick
14
HAT TRICK
SOPHIE
T he second his lips touched my nipple, I was lost. All my arguments and reasoning as to why I should push him away crumpled like paper in a bonfire.
Wanting to stay in control despite my inability to stop what I know will be happening in this room over the next hour, I push him on his back, our mouths hot and desperate with need. I know he’s letting me take control for the time being, rightfully guessing that, ironically, it’s the semblance of power that will allow me to fully let myself go. And this kiss incinerates every promise I’d made to myself.
His hands burn a path down my back as currents of electricity rush through me, while my hips shamelessly grind against his crotch, bringing me relief and driving me insane with need at the same time.
“Don’t worry, angel,” he murmurs against my neck. “I’ll make it good for you. This first time, and every time after that.”
My entire body tightens at the promise, my belly fluttering. My legs are caging his body tightly, my arousal leaving wet marks on his thighs.
Those powerful thighs that could crush a walnut between them.
My eyes trail over his chiseled chest and the lion tattoo, past his abs, down to his cock bursting from his boxer briefs.
He follows my gaze. Noticing my sharp intake of breath at the sight of his bulge, he takes my hands and places them on the elastic band of his underwear.
“Take them off, angel. I need to see your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Without thinking, I obey, lowering my head, tugging at his briefs and sliding them down his legs. When I place my lips on the tip of his length, I lick the drop of precum, then slide my tongue greedily down his shaft. He grabs my hair, pulling at it and guiding me. I’m drunk on the feeling of control it gives me.
“Enough teasing now. Be a good girl and suck my cock,” he growls, his hand placed firmly at the back of my neck. “Time to open up.”
Desperate need pools in my belly at his words, and I eagerly do as he asks, taking him in as much as I can. I hollow my cheeks and suck. It’s sloppy and obvious I don’t have much experience. He pulls back and thrusts deeper, hitting the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicks in, and I gasp for breath.
“Oh, fuck, Sophie, that’s so good.”
I look up at him, and his eyes have turned dark, a mixture of desire and something else I can’t place. Appreciation, maybe. Or devotion. But I don’t have the bandwidth to analyze it at the moment. Because my mind is muddled, turned to pure mush .
He grabs the back of my hair and twists it in a ponytail, using it as reins to guide my mouth where he wants it.
Every inch of my skin flames as I continue sucking at him, trailing my mouth up and down. But then he puts his other hand on my head, making me stop. I look up at him in surprise.
“It’s my turn again.” He smirks and flips me onto my back in one swoop, as if I am feather light.”I’ve got some plans for you, and I need you nice and ready.”
There’s no time to react, his body caging me. Not that I’d want to escape anyway. There will be no going back after today. My heart folds in half, knowing that this man will claim me, unravel me, consume me beyond recognition.
He trails his mouth down my body, spreading heat slowly, then accelerating as he reaches my burning center. He dives in with his tongue and drives every other thought from my mind. There is now only the silkiness of his tongue, the pleasure spreading through my blood, the raging desire. A blinding, white hot need to feel him as close as possible.
He leaves no piece of me unattended as he eats me out again. It’s as if he’s reading my mind. When I need more pressure, he gives it. When I want his mouth on a certain spot, he shifts his tongue there.
“Please,” I gasp, holding onto his hair and tugging at it desperately.He drags his teeth across my clit, holding my hips firmly in place. No matter how many times I instinctively try to wiggle my hips away, he holds me while his mouth and tongue work their assault on my nerve endings, pushing me over the edge for the second time this morning. I arch my back as a sharp cry claws at my throat. Wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me, filling my sight with light and shaking me to my core.
“You’re ready for me now,” he rumbles appreciatively, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I’m dimly aware of him lifting himself up, the rustle of clothes and the ripping of foil. He then presses the tip of his cock against my entrance andpushes himself in slowly.
“Relax, angel, we’ll go at your pace,” he reassures me as I tense at the mixture of pain and pleasure reverberating through me. “It’s just this first time it will be a bit uncomfortable.”
My gasp is a half moan as I feel his manhood filling me inch by inch, settling into me and starting to thrust slowly.
“All good so far?” he probes, lifting himself on his elbows and looking at me.
“Yes. Please don’t stop,” I moan, pain and burning snuffed out by the waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I cling to him for dear life as he settles into a slow, steady rhythm, my nails digging into his back, my hips rising to meet his. The orgasms have loosened me and made me more receptive, and Liam seems to be hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.
He captures my mouth with a kiss. “You feel amazing,” he murmurs. “I could fuck you all day, and you’d still want more, wouldn’t you, sweet angel?”
“Yes,” I hiss, digging my nails deeper.”I like this, Liam. Don’t. Stop.”
He chuckles and picks up his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall with every move. Our hosts might hear us, but I brush the thought away, letting myself be swept away in the moment.
After a few more thrusts, he groans, tension cording the muscles of his neck and shoulders, his hands digging into my hips. His body over mine and the deep strokes of his cock unravel me for the third time this morning, my orgasm ripping through me like a tsunami this time around. Feeling me squeeze around him, he increases his speed, and I feel his cock throb and pulse as he pours himself into me, letting out a guttural cry.
“It seems to me you just scored a hat trick,” I mumble, collapsing on the pillows. He snorts and rolls off, tugging me closer and tucking me under his arm where I can feel his heart still racing beneath the lion tattoo.