"You better stop squirming," he murmured into my lips.
"Or what?" I challenged him, breathless.
"Or I'm going to fuck you right here and now."
I whimpered at the thought and rubbed against him even harder.
Liam's eyes flashed. "You trying to call my bluff?"
"I thought it was a promise."
He growled. "You're going to be the fucking death of me."
"You want to keep talking again?" I asked. "Or do you want to throw me down on that sofa and make good on that promise?"
That was all the teasing he could take. His fingers dug into my hips as he did just that, hauling me halfway across the room and tossing me onto the cushions on my back. I propped myself on my elbows and watched him follow. He crawled up my body, spreading my thighs open so he could settle his hips between them.
The heavy weight of him between my legs sent another throb shooting through me. My inner muscles were clenching and pulsing. I was swollen and wet with desire.
I couldn't wait any longer. I attacked his studded belt, unbuckling it with haste. He went straight for my panties, pushing my leather skirt up and out of the way. He hooked his fingers underneath the elastic and tugged, nearly ripping them with the force of it. He untangled the black fabric from around my ankles and threw them to the floor.
I pulled down the zipper and pushed his jeans down around his thighs, just low enough for his hard cock to spring out. I marveled at it, taking in the girth, the slight curve, the weeping tip.
His hands slid up my legs, his fingertips leaving a blistering hot trail along my skin, spreading me wider. His eyes were fixated as I was revealed to him.
He pressed two fingers inside me just as I took him in my hand.
We groaned in unison, bodies tensing, then relaxing. I ran my hand up and down, exploring the shape of him, the texture. He pumped his fingers in and out, the rough callouses of his fingers a delicious friction against my inner walls.
I guided his length until the head was nestled between my lower lips. His whole body jerked. He fumbled in his jeans pocket, pulling out a foil wrapper and quickly rolling on protection. I tilted my hips to get the right angle.
Our eyes locked.
"You sure?" he breathed.
"Fuck me," I demanded.
With one slow thrust, he entered me. We trembled together, both of us overwhelmed with pleasure, overwhelmed by need. Overwhelmed by the intimate moment we were sharing.
He pulled out. I whimpered. He pushed in. I moaned.
His hands went to my hips, digging into skin. My legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him. I was still wearing my leather corset. He was still wearing his t-shirt.
We found the perfect rhythm, rocking back and forth, until we finally found our peaks. I cried out, my inner walls clamped down around him, squeezing. He let out a choked grunt, his cock twitching and pulsing inside me.
We didn't break eye contact the entire time.
His hips stilled. My now weak legs fell to the cushions, splayed on either side of him. We panted together with shuddering gasps of air, until our breathing evened out.
We were still staring at each other. A slow, satisfied smile crossed Liam's face
"Fuck," he said with a shaky laugh. "I can't believe we just fucking did that."
"I'm not usually one for public sex, but—" My mouth spread wide with a no doubt besotted smile.
We stayed on the sofa with our limbs locked together, not making any movements to get up, just enjoying the afterglow.
My gaze focused on his face. I ran a thumb across his bottom lip. It came away red. "My lipstick is all over you."
