Chapter 37 #2
“No bra?” Liam’s lips part as he takes a step backward, one hand lifting to cover his mouth. “You mean to tell me you’ve been walking around this town all this time looking like that under your clothes?”
I give his shoulder a playful shove. “You’ve seen me in a swimsuit.”
“But I haven’t seen you like this.” He lets out a low whistle. “Pretty pink nipples, pebbled up just for me.”
His eyes sear into mine as he drags feather light circles over one nipple.
God, it feels good. My knees nearly buckle at the sensation, a sound escaping me that I couldn’t name if I tried.
Liam lowers his head and swirls his tongue around each one of my dermals, slowly moving lower until he reaches my nipple that he catches gently between his teeth.
“Fuck me,” he whispers almost to himself.
I release an undignified giggle. “That’s what I’m trying to do. Take me to your bed,” I beg. “Please, Liam.”
His eyes flash with desire and in one fluid motion he hoists me up and my legs instantly wrap around his waist.
“Are you one hundred percent sure? I can shut this down right now if you aren’t.”
This man has done plenty of sexy things since I’ve known him. But asking for consent is hands down one of the sexiest by far.
“And just so we’re clear. I got a clean bill of health back in January.”
“I have an implant,” I say, motioning with my head to the tiny raised bump of flesh on my upper arm.
“Can I take you bare, baby?” he asks, voice wavering.
In response I press my lips to his and whisper against his mouth, “Yes. Now take me to your bed.”
I wrap both arms around his neck as he walks us straight to his room and sets me down on the bed, standing over me with a look that is damn near feral. “I need you to know. I don’t think I’m capable of being gentle with you.”
Just like I did in the kitchen, I stroke him through his pants. “Good. Gentle isn’t what I’m interested in tonight.”
Without a word, Liam unhooks his belt, metal clanging in the silence, and he pushes his pants and boxer briefs down, stepping out of them.
I’m rendered speechless at his fully naked body.
That deep V leading down to what I already assumed would be impressive does not disappoint, and my first instinct is to wrap my mouth around him.
But what I don’t expect is a row of silver barbells lining the underside of his dick. My eyes whip up to meet his.
“Your fucking dick is pierced?”
A grin takes its place on Liam’s face. “It’s called a Jacob’s ladder.”
Curiosity gets the better of me. I lean forward and wrap one hand around the inked bands tattooed on his thigh, and with the other I bring him to my mouth, running my tongue along each and every rung.
I’m admittedly intimidated by this turn of events, but that doesn’t stop me from licking up his shaft until I reach the tip.
Liam murmurs barely intelligible words of praise, his abs tightening as I give it several slow deliberate sucks before releasing it with a pop of my lips.
“You like?” he asks, eyes a little dazed.
Swallowing down my nerves at the thought of how that is about to be inside of me, I nod.
At that small dip of my head, something in Liam shifts.
He prowls over me like I’m his prey and he’s about to feast, leaning forward to cage me between his arms. I’m forced backward on the bed, scooting until my shoulders hit the headboard while Liam follows.
He starts at my ribs, dancing kisses across the tender skin until he’s back to my breasts, sucking and nibbling with maddening little licks until every nerve in my body is a string, wound to its breaking point.
My hips buck against his thigh, desperate for any kind of friction, and Liam rumbles a low laugh against my skin that only makes me need more. More of Liam, more of us.
“Liam,” I beg, my voice close to a whine.
“Something you need, girlfriend?” he asks, green eyes dancing.
“You,” I say with a frustrated growl.
Liam’s fingers dig into the fabric at my hip.
I hear a rip, then cool air on bare flesh, and he’s notching himself at my entrance.
I’m desperate for him to push all the way in, to fill me, to know what sounds those piercings can elicit.
But Liam’s in the mood for games. He slides the tip through my wetness until I’m a writhing mess, back arching off the mattress.
How am I already so close when he isn’t even inside of me yet?
He pushes in inch by glorious inch, then eases back, letting me adjust. Each little bar of metal brings a roll of pleasure sparking up my spine. He’s not even halfway in, and I’m already panting nonsensical words, needing all of him. As Liam slowly works himself deeper, his eyes slam shut.
“Christ, you’re perfect, baby. So tight and wet. You want more of me, angel?”
I’m barely tethered to my own body but I must nod, because with a snap of his hips Liam buries himself to the hilt, and I dig my nails into his deltoids at the sheer size of him. He hasn’t even started moving yet and I already feel like I’m teetering on the edge of losing myself.
“You okay?” Liam asks.
I nod again.
“Words. I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m—” Liam starts to move, a slow pace, and I momentarily forget how to speak. “Yes,” I manage on a breath. “I’m okay.”
In a quick movement, Liam backs onto his haunches, winds his hands around my thighs, and takes control.
He pumps into me with such force, I cry out, my pleasure building to an impossible height.
His chest now glistens with a sheen of sweat, hair has fallen across his forehead, jaw clenched.
Everything about this view is so fucking sexy.
The high of watching Liam move above me is better than anything I’ve ever known.
My hips move in time with his as that spark of pleasure coils tighter and tighter until I’m barely able to breathe.
“Liam,” I cry out, just as blinding pleasure cascades over me in a wave so strong I see stars behind my eyes. My orgasm is relentless, leaving me shaking, gasp after gasp falling from my lips. This man is turning me inside out, reassembling me into something totally new.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Liam grits out, through clenched teeth.
Just when I think it’s over, he grips my hips and slams into me over and over, the headboard behind us thwacking against the wall with the force.
His piercings hit a spot that has me winding up again right as Liam throws his head back with a triumphant groan so loud it echoes off the walls.
A second orgasm wracks through me, and together we’re nothing but gasps as his movements slow, turning lazy.
Slowly he lowers, bracing on his forearms, our faces inches apart.
With a satiated grin he presses such a tender kiss to my lips, so soft compared to what we just did.
“Have I told you how perfect you are today?” he asks, brushing hair from my sweat-dampened cheek to tuck it behind my ear.
I bite back a grin. “Once or twice, but feel free to say it again.”
“You make me want to be a better man. In every possible way.”
Leaning up, I return his kiss with equal tenderness. “You’re exactly the man I want.”
Liam’s eyes search mine, like he’s looking for the truth behind my statement and I hold his gaze.
“Wait right here,” he whispers. The loss of his warmth is a shock to my system and I immediately want it back.
He returns seconds later with a warm washcloth and kneels to clean me with such thorough care, a lump lodges in my throat.
I’m continually in awe of this man, who one moment rips orgasms from my body and the next makes me feel precious and cherished.
“Gotta go let Mutt back in, but I’ll be right back.” He presses one more kiss to my forehead before he rises. My body feels limp from pleasure, but I drag myself to use the bathroom and return to his bed. He’s back a minute or two later and climbs in next to me, both of us still completely naked.
Mutt curls at our feet and I snuggle into Liam like a satisfied kitten. Within minutes I’m fast asleep.