CHAPTER 4 Liam Bradley
I Need a Second
When I sat down at Penny’s table tonight, I never in a million years could have imagined this is where it would lead.
But fucking hell.
She tastes incredible.
Her nipple is a tight bud on my tongue, and I never want to stop sucking it. In a total contradiction, I’m desperate to get inside her. I have to stop tasting her tits to get a condom so we can fuck, but I can’t find it in me to leave her tits.
I don’t know that I’ve ever found myself in this predicament.
I tend to rush through the foreplay to get to the main event, but something about Penny makes me not want to rush.
Maybe it’s the way she moans. Maybe it’s how she arches her back nearly completely off the bed.
It’s quiet communication, silent actions that tell me more than words ever could.
She’s grinding against me, trying to take control, her hips desperately seeking connection with mine.
When I pushed her skirt up and spread her legs so I could slide in between them, I saw the wet spot already dampening her underwear.
I’m so goddamn hard it hurts, and when I saw that…fuck. I nearly came on the spot as I wondered how long she had been wet. Was she turned on when we were in the bar? Or was it when I kissed her? Has she felt this all night like I have?
The thought of it has me growing somehow even harder, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is I want her. I want this.
She wants me. She wants this. She’s desperate, and while I am, too, I want to drive her wild with need for me.
I want her to forget about everything else for the night and focus on us, this connection, this desire that feels so strong between us it’s very nearly a tangible thing I can hold in my hands.
I can’t hold it in my hands, though, because that would require me to remove them from her tits, and sweet Jesus, these tits are a fucking playground that I want to bury myself between for the next few hours.
If the tits taste this good, I can’t even imagine what her cunt will be like.
We’ll get there. Slow down, Bradley.
Except slowing down could mean giving her a chance to think about it—giving her a chance to change her mind. And that is something I don’t want. Not when I so desperately need to see what her face looks like when she comes.
That thought has me trailing one of my hands down her body. I want to sink my fingers into her cunt, but I’m still slamming my hips against her. Fuck, I need some relief.
I finally let go of her tits, and I glance up at her. Her eyes are closed, and her arms are raised above her head. Her fingertips clutch the pillow just within her reach. Her lips are parted, and her cheeks are flushed.
Goddamn, she’s pretty. How have I never noticed this before?
It’s like I’ve been going through life with my eyes closed, laser-focused on football and Pittsburgh and family drama, and for just one night, I’m opening them to the possibilities around me. And fuck, do I like the possibility of Penny Fucking Calloway.
I tear my gaze away from her gorgeous face, and I slip down lower on the bed.
I search quickly for a zipper and find it on the side of her skirt, and the slide of the teeth fills the room with sound for a beat.
I yank her skirt and panties down her legs with one motion, tossing them on the floor, and now this woman lies naked on my bed.
I can’t help but pause as I stare at her, my eyes drinking in her porcelain skin, her soft curves, those full tits that are begging for my mouth again.
Her eyes fly open in my stillness, and she immediately looks self-conscious. She moves one arm, setting her hand on her stomach. “I, uh—sorry if I’m not what you were expecting.”
My brows pinch together, and I shake my head. “What do you mean?” My voice is hoarse and raspy with need.
“I’m not a size zero like most of the women you’ve probably been with. I have two kids.” She lifts a shoulder, and fuck. Is that what she’s thinking?
Maybe I shouldn’t have had her chug that water. I should’ve left her inhibitions alone.
“That’s not what I was thinking. At all.”
Her brows push together. “Oh. So you weren’t hesitating because I’m not like the usual women you date?”
I press my lips together. “You’re not…” I suck in a breath as I try to school this sudden burst of anger that she thinks so little of me.
“Penny, you’re fucking hot as hell. Gorgeous.
Stunning. And your tits—fuck.” I shake my head as I bring my hand back up to massage one, gently pinching her nipple as I talk.
“I want to hold them, slide my cock between them, and fuck them until your chin is covered in my cum.”
She gasps at my words.
I lean down and press my lips to her hip, and I bat her hand out of the way so I can kiss her perfect stomach.
I trail my hand down to her hip, and then I move lower and slip my finger between the lips of her pussy.
I press on her clit before plunging a finger inside of her, and she gasps.
“And when I’m done fucking your tits, I want to lick your cunt until you come all over my tongue, and then I want to shove my cock inside you until you come all over that, too.
And then I’ll fuck your sweet ass until you’re so delirious with pleasure that you can’t even see straight anymore.
” I pull my finger back and push it in a few times, the slick slide of my fingers into her our only soundtrack aside from her moans and my words.
I pull my finger out and move it around her clit, and she clutches onto the sheets as her hips buck up off the bed.
I move my hand, and her eyes fly open as she wonders why I stopped, and that’s when I push the finger that was just in her pussy into her mouth.
“Suck your own wetness off my fingers,” I demand, and she brings a hand up to hold onto my wrist as she starts to suck on my finger.
Jesus, she’s sexy with those big, brown eyes landing on mine, begging, needing as she sucks. I imagine she’s sucking on my cock, looking up at me like that, and I feel a pulse of precum leak out of me.
Fuck. This is the hottest foreplay I’ve ever had in my life.
I need to taste her cunt. Now. I pull my finger out of her mouth and slide it back inside her.
“What did you taste like?” I ask, my voice demanding.
I expect her to answer with some description.
Instead, she says, “Why don’t you see for yourself?”
Jesus, this woman.
I move my head between her legs to finally take a taste, pumping my fingers in and out of her as I pull apart her thighs with my other hand and lean in. I lick the tight bud of nerves at the top first, and then I suck it into my mouth as the first flavor of her hits my taste buds.
Holy fucking hell. She’s sweet and tangy, but it’s the way her entire body writhes, jerking off the bed at the feel of my fingers and tongue together, that has me ready to come.
I suck harder on her clit as I thrust my fingers into her, and her body jerks in the most glorious way as I drive her closer and closer to her orgasm.
“Oh, God, yes, Liam!” she cries out, and she fucking explodes, the tight coil holding her together springing loose as she comes.
I keep fingering her, keep sucking her clit, as her hands dive into my hair to hold me closer and her legs clench together over my ears.
I band one arm over her hips to keep her still as she rides it out, and I wish I could see her face, wish I could watch her as she comes undone, but my face is down here and I’m not letting go until she’s completely sated.
I ride it out with her, my dick ready to explode as she moans and curses, cries and screams. Eventually, the grip of her legs lets up from around my head, and she lets out a soft giggle as she pushes my head away since I’m still sucking on her clit.
I guess I didn’t realize she was done. I could stay down here all night, but she’s trying to communicate with me, and I gently pull my finger out of her and softly kiss her clit before I sit up.
“Oh, God. That—oh. I need a second.” Her face is even more flushed now, and hell if it isn’t the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. She sets her hand on her forehead, and I fill her vision as I stare down at her.
“Are you okay?” I ask softly.
“Mm,” she says, and her mouth widens into a big smile as her eyes open and close lazily. “Maybe the best I’ve ever been.”
I chuckle. I mean, I suppose I have a bit of a reputation when it comes to these things. I have a little experience. I sort of know what I’m doing.
It’s not that hard. Loud moans mean more of that. Some men just aren’t willing to listen.
I move in beside her, and I toss an arm over her stomach as I settle in.
“I want, uh…um. I want to, you know…” She’s so awkward it’s actually adorable.
“You want…?” I ask, sitting up and bending my elbow to rest my head on my hand and stare down at her.
“I want to, um…you know. Give it back.”
“Say it, Pen,” I goad. “Say what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Anything.”
She stares at me in a bit of wonder for a beat. “I want your cock in my mouth, but I can’t move,” she finally blurts. Her cheeks turn a bright red.
What a fucking invitation.
Her wish is my command.
I offer a small lift of my lips because the last thing I want in this moment is for her to think I’m laughing at her. Instead, I say, “I can take care of that. If it’s too much, you squeeze my arm. Okay?”
She presses her lips together and nods, and I climb off the bed. I yank my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor.
“Holy—” she murmurs as she sees my upper body.
I unbuckle my belt and drop my jeans and boxers, and she finishes that sentiment.
“Oh my God.” Her eyes widen. “That’s…Wow, Liam. That’s really something.”
I chuckle at her reaction. I suppose I’ve been blessed when it comes to size.
“Impressive,” she says.
I climb back on top of her so I’m hovering over her, and my cock presses close to her pussy. I shift my hips a little to push on her clit, and she moans.
“You think you can take it?” I ask playfully.
“Normally I’d say it wouldn’t hurt to try, but…”