24. Twenty-Four #3
Our eyes lock, and his hand moves to my waist, making my hips roll between his cock and my hand squeezing him.
His other hand reaches for the back of my head and pulls my hair so hard my eyes roll back, my pulse skyrockets.
I shouldn’t like this, but the pain feels so good.
It is akin to the relief after a self-inflicted cut, an unexpected mingling of pain and pleasure that spurs him to push me beyond comfort.
He bites my jaw, my chest detonating at the kisses he trails on my neck, and I want to pour myself into him.
“More… I need…I need more…” I curl my hand around his face, guiding him in a needy rush to my lips, kissing him like it’s the first time I’ve ever kissed him, and I know it’ll never feel enough and that terrifies me. While my other hand pumps him over his boxers.
“Fuckkkk…” Liam groans against my lips.
I stare back at him as the drunkenness of him, his touch, his lips slip away, thinking he’ll stop, but he gathers my shorts and rips them off of me, leaving nothing between us.
“Sara, make me stop.” He warns, licking his lips, desire written all over his face.
“I don’t think I can, Liam…” I pant, and he bends to his knees. He shoves my legs apart and, stares, unmoving. I feel so exposed, but I want to encase the glint of desire in his eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He slowly brings his face to my inner thigh, trailing kisses, as his other hand holds me open for him. His facial hair jolts me and I close my legs, but he bites my thigh, and I moan at the pain of him leaving his trace on my body.
“Wider,” he commands, and I let my legs fall open for him.
“Good girl.” He smiles, lowers his head. “Do you know how badly I want to taste you, Sara?”
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble breathlessly, needing to feel everything he’s willing to give me.
And the next sensation of his wet, warm tongue pressed against my clit makes me lose all control and I weep for him. My hands shred through his hair, and I writhe as his tongue circles gently, and so slowly, up and down in the most adoring, carnal hunger, as if he's famished.
“Liam… oh… my God…” My hips are undecided between riding his face or pulling away from how intense it feels, but his hands pin my hips immovably, and I’m at his complete mercy.
“Look at you, soaked for me.”
His hot breath teases against my slick folds as he pulls back just far enough to look at me.
Really look at me. Spread open and trembling beneath him.
His tongue returns, flat and slow, dragging the full length of me from entrance to clit in one devastating stroke that pulls a broken sob from my throat, and Liam spreads me wider, tongue reaching deeper, and I can’t control my moans.
He hums against me, and the vibration ripples through my entire soul.
My back arches off the mattress, but he pushes me right back down.
He watches me come undone for him, and it’s so delicious but tormenting all at the same time. I want to ask for so much more, but Joe is at the very edge of my consciousness. His presence becomes heavier, while my orgasm becomes punishing, ruinous, as Liam’s tongue explores and sucks.
“Liam, this is… Oh, my god.”
“Fuck, Sara. I’ve fucking craved you.”
His grip is unforgiving, and I’m climbing, surging into guilt, pulling Liam’s hair as he laps at my pussy. I moan so loudly, I’ve detached my sins from my skin, just for them to attach themselves right back.
And then I come. A pulsing pleasure so blinding, my head falls back and I can’t catch my breath.
Liam’s drunken sight of what he just made me feel seizes my lungs.
He looks possessed, feral, his icy blue eyes seeing right through me, his lips and chin slick with me.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand without breaking eye contact, and oh my god, the deliberateness of it, the shamelessness…
It sends a fresh pulse of heat straight to my core.
He gathers my legs and pulls me closer, and his lips are on mine, his tongue possessing every secret begging to be told. Everything about him is hard to stay away from, even though I know I should, and a sinking feeling washes over me.
How am I ever going to forgive myself and never ask for more?
I break our kiss, holding his stare, one where we both seem to be plagued by the knowledge that we shouldn’t have let this go this far.
“I…” I straighten up to gather myself and nuzzle him away to sneak off the bed, putting my shorts back on.
“Sara, wait.” He sits up, still breathless, brushing his hair away from his face as his expression looks pained. His clothes are still on, and I want to remove all of them, touch every inch of muscle, every inch of him, but I’ll sink too deep.
“It’s okay. Really, it is. I just need to think.” I convince both of us as tears threaten to pool in my eyes, and before they do, I walk away, and it feels like ripping myself from a warm coat in a blizzard.
“Sleep next to me?” he asks as I look over my shoulder, but my answer comes with the silence of the door closing behind me.
Each step to Joe’s room tears something vital from my chest, which for each blinding moment I have with Liam, Joe’s ghost vanishes completely.
Now guilt slices through me because I’ve betrayed the dead, and worse, I’d wish for it again.