Chapter Thirty-Three #2
Liam’s head presses against the pillow as pleasure overtakes him, and I realize there’s no shame to be held between us.
His submission isn’t due to a power struggle but the fact that he views me as an equal.
Swallowing past an untimely wave of emotions, my ideas about control in the bedroom start to shift as Liam takes my fingers deeper.
When he’s close to coming, I remove both hands quickly, leaving him wanting. His hips pump the air wantonly, and it’s an incredibly erotic sight. The entire time, I’m getting wetter from the fullness that shifts with every move I make.
Once I’m sure he won’t come, I follow his earlier lead by adding more lube before fitting the plug into him. This time, I don’t touch his dick, and I slap his hand away when he tries. Taking my time, he leaks precum onto his stomach, making my mouth water.
I push the toy all the way to the flared base and feel his muscles tighten around it.
“Oh, my God,” I mutter as I watch and dig my nails into his thighs.
He shoots into a sitting position before falling back as he lets out an aroused curse. Oh, yeah, I bet that was intense.
Liam opens his mouth but I’m already bending over him and licking up his mess.
“I need your pussy,” he whimpers but the back of his hand presses my head closer to his cock.
Taking as much of him into my mouth as I can, I suck him torturously slowly—just once before I pop off his length and settle over his body. My pussy slides against his cock but it’s just enough of a tease. For who? Both of us, probably.
Holding my thighs, he lets out a deep breath and holds my eye contact. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, I press my chest against his. “I will be once I’ve come all over your fat cock.”
“Take what you need, honey.” He grabs my hips and repositions us. “I’m at your disposal.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him that’s not true—he’s not disposable. Before I get a chance, he’s pushing me down on his length and giving me every inch in one go.
A scream rips out of me, not used to being filled in both holes. The plug is smaller, definitely a beginner size. It’s enough to create pressure against my inner walls, rubbing against Liam’s thick cock rammed inside of me.
I’m an incoherent, moaning mess as I plant my hands on his chest and do what I love: ride Liam as he worships below me.
“Fuck, Calypso.” He runs a hand up my stomach and squeezes my breast. “You’ve never been so wet, honey. You like being stuffed full?” He watches me with a heady gaze, fire burning in his blue eyes.
“Yes. God, yes!” Each time I drop down his length, the toy is pushed a little deeper. It’s the most delicious sensation I’ve ever experienced. My hand slides up his chest and settles on his throat, squeezing lightly. “We’re doing this again.”
He huffs out a breath at my impatience, ready for our next round before either of us has even come. It encourages me to go faster, ride him harder. A newfound confidence comes over me. I’ve always loved my body, and I know I’m beautiful. To feel sexy is a completely different game, though.
The arousal pumping through my veins makes me feel like the goddess of love herself.
With renewed vigor, I give Liam a show. My hands brush along my heated skin, up to my breasts.
I grope myself, playing with my nipples and squeezing the sensitive peaks.
Then they’re running through my hair before one settles back on his throat and the other on my clit.
His silent reverence urges me closer to an orgasm.
My grip on his throat tightens, only long enough for his heavy lids to widen in surprise. He tries to say something and I squeeze again. All that comes out is a puff of air before he settles against the pillows, letting me use him as I please.
“I’m the luckiest man on this fucking planet.” The sincerity in his words finally pushes me over the edge, falling forward on his chest.
Liam grabs my ass and moves my hips when all function leaves my body.
I squeeze my eyes shut, seeing stars as my clit drags across the trimmed, coarse hair on his pelvis.
This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, seeming to go on forever.
When I’m positive it’s about to end, the toy bumps against my thin walls or the sensitive bud rubs at just the right angle again.
It does come to an end, leaving me depleted and electrified in its wake. Slumping against Liam, it’s all I can do while he thrusts roughly up into me. Now that I’ve come (multiple times, I think), his own pleasure is the only thing on his mind.
To echo his earlier sentiment, I am the luckiest woman on this planet. At least for the time being.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Liam mutters and roughly pulls me off his dick.
I moan at the sudden emptiness as he comes all over my ass and pussy. It’s the closest we’ve gotten to him finishing inside of me, and I’m momentarily wondering why we don’t break down that barrier between us, too. It’s my decision, even though I have an IUD.
Then I start to think about the possibility of being tied to someone against my will—just like Stefan tried to do—and the arousal quickly deteriorates into panic.
Before I can get too caught up in my own mind, Liam is flipping me onto my back and dropping most of his weight on me. Wrapping my legs around him, I arch into his chest as the damn toy shifts inside of me again.
He kisses me roughly, passionately. “That was fucking incredible.”
“Yeah, it was.” I’ve never orgasmed so hard, yet I’m wound up and ready for round two. Immediately.
Liam’s still hard dick drags through my pussy lips, then he nudges the tip against my clit.
“Yes, more,” I gasp. “You’re ready again?”
“After what you’ve put me through all night? Fuck yeah, I am.” He kneels and pulls my hips up with him. He notches himself at my center and pushes into me slowly this time. In fact, the entire thing is more intentional, more tender, than anything we’ve ever experienced together.
Than I’ve experienced with anyone, ever.
As he pumps into me at a controlled, torturous pace, I find myself on the verge of tears, overwhelmed by what we shared.
By the last few months altogether. Stubbornly, none of them slip down my cheeks, but there’s a matching hurricane of emotions in Liam’s blue gaze while our bodies find pleasure in each other again.