Chapter 19
The minute my shirt clears my head, all bets are off.
I am not leaving this room until I know what it feels like when Liam makes me come.
I might not have much experience—quite frankly, I have zero experience.
The only orgasms my body has ever received are from my own hand.
However, if the way his hands knot in my hair causing my heart to flutter, or the way his hands grip my thighs, no doubt leaving marks, is any indication, I’m going to feel this until the day I die.
Wasting no time, I quickly snap open the front clasp of my bra.
I always assumed I’d be nervous and self-conscious the first time I was shirtless in front of a man.
Unsurprisingly, though, because it’s Liam, I feel nothing but confidence—sexy even, which is something I’ve never felt before.
The way his eyes trace and take in every exposed inch of my skin sends shivers down my back. It makes me want more.
“Fuck, Sloane. Are you trying to kill me?” he groans, his hands and eyes not knowing where to settle on my body.
“Only if you don’t help me out,” I say. He smirks, hearing the need drip from my words, giving me a glimpse of the cocky Liam I knew as a teenager.
His hands trail oh so slowly up my outer thighs, making them tremble with need.
But he doesn’t stop there. They continue up my sides, around the curve of my breasts, to my shoulders, pulling down the straps of my bra, letting it fall across his lap behind me.
I arch my back, offering myself up for his taking.
Instead of giving me what my body is asking for, though, he just watches me with hooded eyes as his fingers dance up my spine.
Once they land at the nape of my neck, he squeezes, and chills erupt down my arms, making me moan.
His smirk grows and he slowly runs his nose up the side of my neck, taking me in, making my hips undulate against his lap.
Kissing behind my ear he promises, “Trust me, it would kill me not to help you out. Pulling back again—making me groan—his serious eyes meet mine. “You’ll tell me if you want to stop? If we’re going too far? If you get uncomfortable?”
His concern for me has me wiggling on him, seeking relief, I barely have time to get the word promise out before he attacks my lips with his, forcing his tongue into my mouth.
Him taking control has me wishing the both of us would lose our pants.
I’ve never been so caught up in a moment, so caught up in my body.
I can’t stop my hands from trailing down his chest, squeezing his arms. Everything disappears the moment his lips wrap around my nipple.
I throw my head back and push my hips down onto his erection as a sound I didn’t know I could make leaves my mouth.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he groans against my breast as one of his hands sneak into the back of my leggings, pulling at the thong I’m wearing, putting the perfect amount of friction against my aching center.
“If I go lower, am I going to find you wet?” he asks as he grabs my ass with both hands, pushing me harder against his straining erection.
I moan instead of answering.
“Answer me, or I stop,” he threatens.
“Drenched,” I answer, eliciting a deep groan from him.
“Good girl,” he answers, wasting no time slipping his fingers against my soaking center. I wasn’t lying when I said I was drenched, but being called a good girl has me wetter than I even thought was possible. How he knew that was my secret kink, I’ll never know.
I shouldn’t be surprised though; we’ve always fit perfectly.
I expected him to go right for it, but instead, he slowly runs one finger, then two, down my opening, getting them wet before circling my clit.
He’s barely touched me, yet I’m already seeing stars.
He pulls back slightly to circle my entrance.
Tired of his teasing, I press down on his fingers, forcing him to enter me.
“God damn it, Sloane, I’m trying to take it slow,” he complains, yet keeps moving his fingers in and out of me.
“Fuck slow, Liam. I. Want. You,” I tell him between kisses.
Suddenly, he pulls his hand out of my pants and orders, “Take off your pants, Sloane. Now.”
His tone has me shaking on his lap. With a slap to the side of my thigh, he repeats, “Now.”
I scramble off his lap, pulling my pants and thong down in one choppy movement, then move to scramble back onto his lap, but he shakes his head before I can get back on.
With his eyes never leaving my body, and my hands shaking at my side, he slowly drags his body lower onto the bed before grabbing my hips and placing me on his chest.
“As much as I want to fuck your tight-as-hell cunt, Sloane, I need you to come on my face first,” he says, his fingers digging into my upper thighs.
For the first time since I got into his bed, I’m hit with nerves. I’ve never touched a man’s naked chest, much less sat on his face.
“Too much?” he asks softly, one of his hands reaching up to cup my cheek, making me meet his eyes.
“No,” I answer immediately and honestly. It’s not too much. I love how commanding he is. “I’ve just never . . .”
“Sat on a man’s face?” he asks, with a deliciously dirty smirk. I shake my head no. “I promise, you’ll love it. Now, scoot your ass up here and let me take care of you, please.”
The please at the end is what has me moving up his body. Never losing eye contact, I settle over him. It doesn’t take long before he’s in control again, pulling my hips forward as he licks me from bottom to top.
I lose all track of time, self-consciousness, and everything after that.
I can’t even tell you what exactly he’s doing to me.
All I know is that I’m holding onto the headboard for dear life as he makes me feel things I didn’t know my body was capable of feeling.
I’ve lost all control of my voice, letting out moan after moan as his tongue keeps working its magic.
Once his fingers join in, I’m a lost cause and I come all over his face.
I lean my head against his neck, still gripping the headboard as he keeps touching me through my orgasm.
I slide back, sitting my hips against his abdomen, staring down at his eyes. I expected to find a confident smirk on his lips. Instead, my eyes met undeniable heat. Want and need fill his eyes and his jaw is clenched so tight it looks painful.
I need more of him.
Not needing any direction this time, I keep making my way down his body as he pulls himself back up against the headboard, his eyes trained on my next move.
Mustering all the confidence I have, I grab the waistband of his pants and boxers in my hand.
But before I can pull them down, his hands settle on mine, pausing my movement. “We don’t have to, Sloane. We can—”
I don’t let him finish. I cut him off by pulling at the material.
“Fuck,” he lets out again, lifting his hips to help me pull off his pants.
Once his pants are halfway down his thighs, and I get a good look at his dick, it’s my turn to say “Fuck.” I know it’s going to fit. I know he was made for me, and I for him, but it doesn’t make his size any less intimidating
Sensing my apprehension, his hand tilts my chin up and he says, “Don’t worry, it’ll fit.”
Tilting my head back down, I’m mesmerised by the sight of him—hard and dripping pre-cum for me.
I never thought I could affect him like this, make him react like this.
Getting impatient with only my gaze, Liam’s hand goes between us to give himself a few quick, rough strokes.
“You have to stop looking at me like that or there’s not going to be anything to make fit. ”
Deciding I needed to feel for myself, I trail my fingertips up his thigh, making goose bumps appear.
Sensing what I want, he lets go of his dick.
Taking my time to commit this moment to my memory forever, I slowly drag my fingertips from his base all the way to the tip, making him hiss in pleasure.
Taking his hiss as encouragement, I wrap my hands fully around his girth, giving him a slow pull.
Realizing, it’s not slick enough, I meet his eyes as spit leaves my mouth, landing on his tip.
He doesn’t let me spread it, or keep exploring his body. No, he roughly pulls open the drawer beside his bed, grabs a condom from his wallet, quickly slips it on without a word, then pulls me up his body until my legs are spread around his hips, my slit resting against his dick.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Sloane, I swear to God.” He groans as he rocks me over his cock, getting himself wet.
Adding to his movements, I realize I need to tell him that I’ve never done this. I’ve never had sex. “Liam,” I groan, as his tip hits my clit.
“I know, baby,” he says, lifting my hips and placing himself at my entrance. He slowly enters me, just an inch. “Fuck! You’re so goddamn tight.”
“I’ve never,” I start as he slides in deeper, cutting off my breath. This time, I slide down him another inch, causing me to wince.
“Are you okay?” His lust replaced with concern as my eyebrow knit together in pain.
“Yes, promise,” I tell him to appease his worry. I don’t want him to stop, so I lower myself a little more before finally admitting, “I’ve just never done this.”
“Been on top?” he asks, clenching his jaw.
“No, had sex,” I say before taking him all the way in until my pelvis meets his. He lets out a long, deep moan as not only I settle on top of him, taking deep breaths, but also as my words sink in.
“You’re a virgin,” he states in disbelief as his gaze drops to where we’re connected.
“Was,” I answer, as the overpowering need to move gets the best of me. “I need . . .” I whine, not knowing what I need, but hoping he can show me.
He doesn’t waste any time, pulling me down for a rough, soul-shattering, all-consuming kiss. “I think I know exactly what you need.”
Taking my hands, he nips at the inside of my left wrist, pulling a moan from me, before placing my hands on his chest as one of his moves to my lower back and the other teases my nipples.
His mouth finds my neck, where I’m sure to have a mark later, before he gets to my ear to whisper, “Now, be a good girl and grind that tight little pussy all over me. Use me. Make yourself come on my dick.”
My thighs quiver at his words as I slowly start grinding myself forwards and backwards over him, sending sparks shooting up my spine to the base of my neck and down my legs to the tip of my toes.
“Just like that baby,” he encourages as he helps me rock my hips against him.
His mouth finally leaves my neck to capture one of my nipples, lightly biting at it.
His hand makes a trail down my stomach, making me quiver, before gathering some wetness that had pooled between us, and swiping against my clit just as his tongue did.
His eyes meet mine, lips still sealed against the tip of my breast as his tongue lazily teases its tip.
It’s his intense eye contact that has me tipping over the edge with my nails digging into his chest and his name leaving my lips.