Chapter 7 #3
“What? Why not?” Before I can get another word in, Liam has me flat on my back, his mouth against my neck as his lips caress my skin.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I like being in charge.”
I’ve noticed. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I tug him back up to look at me. “I want to taste you.”
He growls at me and his tongue pushes past my lips. “Keep talking like that and this will be over real quick.”
My brow pinches, confused. “What? Why? You don’t like that?” I ask. “I thought all guys love blow jobs.”
He pulls back for a second, sitting up, his back to me.
I can’t help but worry. “Did I do something wrong?” I ask.
Liam’s hand grazes my cheek. “You couldn’t do anything wrong in here. It’s been a while, babe.” He kisses me, lying me on my back and then retrieves a condom from the bedside table. “Are you still sure? I might only last a few seconds.”
“They’ll be the best three seconds of my life.”
Liam chuckles. “I didn’t say three seconds. I can go at least five.” He tears the foil packet with his teeth and sheathes the condom onto his shaft.
Within seconds, his fingers are teasing me, making sure I’m still ready for him as he poises his cock at my entrance. “Are you sure?”
My eyes widen, growing irritated. “Yes, Liam! If you ask me that one more time, I’m going to grab a strap on and fuck you,” I bite out.
He plunges inside of me without warning, stretching me, and holy hell, the pain is delicious and wonderful.
I bend my legs, giving him more access, and I swear I see stars.
Each thrust is cataclysmic and I grip the sheets and then dig my hands into his shoulder, my nails scraping over his skin.
He drags his hand between us, his fingers circling my clit, and my insides tighten around his cock.
“You keep doing that and I won’t last,” I warn him.
He playfully bites my shoulder and my pussy walls clench around his shaft, my insides spasming from the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure.
I don’t push his hand away. I want the warmth spreading through my body. I encourage and yield to it as the pulse-pounding sensation overwhelms my senses.
“Harder,” I rasp against his lips, finding his mouth, taking a taste, needing everything he has to offer.
I grab his face, keeping his mouth to mine, drinking in his breath, holding him to me.
His tongue pushes past my lips and his kisses wander across my jaw and to my ear, his breath teasing and causing a shudder to ripple through me. “Mine,” he growls.
His claim on me is intoxicating.
My heart thrums wildly against my chest, begging to be set free. I tangle my fingers in his hair, down his neck, across his back. My hands are restless, my body needy with growing desire that feels unending.
With parted lips, a gasp falls from my breath with each thrust. His movements are precisely what I need. Perfect. Devastatingly beautiful.
“So close,” he grunts against my neck, and his mouth is fused with mine once again.
I want to take him over the edge, feel him bury himself so far deep inside me that pleasure overtakes all of his senses.
“Come with me,” I whisper against his lips, my hands finding his, intertwining our fingers together.
He struggles to keep his eyes on me; they’re heavy and the darkest blue I’ve ever seen, but his focus is unwavering.
Each thrust sends my insides spasming, closer toward oblivion. My pussy walls clench against his cock and he covers his lips with mine, his tongue hard and fast, pushing past my lips, crushing me as we tremble together in unison, as one.
The heat floods over me like waves crashing on a beach, slamming me into shore, unable to come up for air.
My insides tighten and quiver, trembling as my heart pounds and my breathing feels slightly erratic.
I wrap my legs around him, back arching off the mattress.
I’m fused tighter against him, and I feel the pulse and swell as he moans, his body shuddering for a moment before attempting to catch his breath or his racing heart.
He collapses beside me, pulling out, the air chilly against my sated skin and he discards the condom and then pulls the covers up around us.
I’m still breathing hard, my fingers trailing over the sheets, trying to get a sense of my reality. Each breath comes like a sharp gasp for air, my heart drumming loud enough only for my ears.
Liam lies beside me, his fingers trailing soft patterns across my chest. “Are you okay?” he rasps, staring at me, watching me intensely.
Wordlessly, I nod. It’s all I can do.
“Was that too much for you?” His brow furrows and Liam sits up, worried.
I’m still gasping for air, and the room spins slightly, but I ignore it. I’m lying down, I’ll survive. It was one-hundred percent worth it.
“I’m fine,” I whisper between heavy breaths.
He raises an eyebrow, unconvinced.
“Better than fine,” I say, trying to settle my racing heart, but it’s still pounding like an unrelenting stampede.
“Really sounds it.” Liam lies beside me, his hand gently resting over my heart.
Can he feel my quickened pulse through my chest? It’s beating hard against my ribcage, straining to be set free like a wild animal.
“Feels it,” he emphasizes as he curls up beside me. “Do you need to take any medicine?”
I glance at the clock. “Before bed, which is probably now. My bag is somewhere around here—”
“I left your backpack by the front door. I’ll grab everything.” Liam is attentive, pulling on his boxers before grabbing my backpack and a glass of water.
The room smells uniquely of him, and by the time Liam returns with the glass of water and my bag, I grab my pills and down them, but I’m already feeling better. Just lying down for several minutes is enough to help.
“Better?” he asks, putting the glass beside the bed and my backpack on the floor. “Can I get you anything else?”
I pull back the covers. “I could use some cuddles, sin bin.” I tease him.
He smirks, not seeming to entirely hate that nickname over cin bun. “Sin bin is an acceptable alternative, firebreather.”
I snort and nudge him over to his side of the bed. “Quit with the firebreather,” I playfully growl at him.
His nose crinkles and he leans in and kisses me. “Okay.”
I raise an eyebrow, surprised he’s agreed.
“For tonight.” Liam drops one more kiss on my lips. “Goodnight.”