"Let's get showered and dressed, then go," I said.
He quirked a smile. "Care to join me?"
I returned the smile. Of course I did. In fact, I'd been planning on something like this for a while.
With a nod, I followed Liam down the hall and into the large bathroom to the left. It was huge and luxurious, but there was no bathtub. The big, wide shower was perfect for what I had in mind.
Liam turned on the water and tested the temperature until it was just right. He stepped in and shut his eyes, tipping his head back as thick drops streamed down his chest and his stomach. I rolled my panties down and off my feet and joined him in the shower.
I grabbed a bottle of bath foam. I popped the lid open and poured some over my hand, a wicked smile on my face. Liam moaned softly as I rubbed it over his chest, soaping him up. My hand slipped further down, finding his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it.
His eyes snapped closed as he hissed in pleasure. He snaked his arm around me and pulled me in. His cool lips met mine in a demanding kiss. I stroked his cock, feeling it pressed against me. The pleased hum he let out encouraged me on. The water drenched my hair, getting into my eyes, but I wasn’t going to let it change my plan.
I stepped forward, his cock throbbing in my grasp, stopping only when his back was firmly pressed against the wall. I gave his shaft a good squeeze, moving my lips down to his chest. I trailed my tongue down his body, bending my knees. For once, I didn’t want condoms to get in my way. I wanted to feel those inches in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, like he had tasted me, over and over again. I wanted to make him squirm, like I had the night before.
I looked up at him. His hungry eyes were locked on mine. I stroked. He moaned. I squeezed. He grunted.
“You're a fucking tease, aren't you?” he said with a whisper.
I let a wicked smile creep across my lips. "It's only a tease if I don't follow through."
Lowering myself to my knees, I shifted my gaze down to his cock. It extended beautifully from his body, brushing against my cheek. I put my free hand on his hip and swiped the tip of my tongue across the head. The shaft twitched as Liam let out a deep sound from the back of his throat.
I closed my eyes, snaking my tongue out. I swirled it around the head at first, twisting the base of his shaft. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair, the taste of him warm in my mouth.
In a slow, careful move, I let him in. His long, delicious groans filled the bathroom, his body tensing. Liam’s fingertips glided into my hair, before he pressed them into my scalp.
“Fuck, feels so good,” he groaned, easing the pressure. I wanted to say something to him, maybe tease him some more, but I didn’t. I’d have to pull him out, and that was the last thing I wanted.
I was enjoying having him inside me, edging him with my tongue. The wetness that had been gathering between my legs was proof of that. For once, I decided to keep my hands off myself. This was about him, and him alone. This was about giving him as much pleasure as he'd been giving me. I wanted him to fall apart under my hands the way I always did under his.
I started a steady rhythm, taking more than half of his cock and letting it slide out. I kept the head in my mouth, knowing how sensitive it was. My tongue ran circles around it, I sucked on it with vigor, loving his growls.
Liam rocked into me slowly, making sure he never went too deep. He let go of my head and pushed my hair back from my face. He kept his hand there, trailing his fingers down my cheek and then back up. His knees shook as he cupped my face. I could tell he was close.
I stroked him faster, my muffled moans much lower than his grunts. I stole a glance up at him. His eyes were trained on me. His chest was heaving. In my eagerness, I sucked him down even further, going deep, until he touched the back of my throat.
“Fuck!” Liam groaned, banging his palm against the wall. I retreated, holding on to his hip tighter. I grazed my fingers up his side, bobbing my head up and down on his cock.
His hand slipped up and back into my hair. He tugged on it as I sucked harder and faster. I let go of his hip, and grabbed his length.
His taste was growing stronger by the second. The pulsating of his cock screamed to me that his orgasm was just moments away. His loud cries echoed back at the walls of his bathroom as he exploded deep in my mouth. I didn’t even think of pulling him out. I stayed where I was, feeling his warmth streaming along my tongue.
I whimpered my satisfaction, his gasps still lingering in the air. My throat muscles relaxed as I ran my tongue up his shaft one last time. Liam tilted his head back, giving a short laugh. I eased him out.
He pulled me up from my knees and kissed me desperately. His hands trailed down my stomach, looking for the wetness between my legs. I shook my head and pushed him away. He made a sound of disappointment.
"As much as I'd love to, we've got somewhere to be, remember?" I told him.
He almost pouted. It was adorable. I chuckled and soaped him up, washing him for real this time.
"You can make it up to me later," I promised him.
Liam always knew exactly what to do, exactly what to say, to drive me crazy, to knock me off balance. I loved that for once, I had been able to do the same for him.
We finished our shower quickly. When I stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off, I realized I didn't have a change of clothes.
"Don't suppose you've got any girl's clothes around here?" I asked him.
