“You get to taste me, only if I get to taste you.”
Protests burst from me. “You don’t have to. I haven’t shaved or really done anything. I was meaning to pick up a razor, but we’ve been so busy.”
“Like I give a fuck about that.” His hands fly to the button on my jeans, starting to peel them off. “Henri, do you know how hungry I am for this pussy? How last night I licked the remnants of you off my fingers and it wasn’t nearly enough.”
Denim drags down my skin only to be caught around my ankles. He frees my feet from my boots to slide the pants off the rest of the way.
I’m squirming now, thighs pressed tight against the building, aching need.
Using two fingers, he pushes my blue cotton thong to the side. I don’t exactly have sexy underwear, and right now, I wish I did.
Slowly, he spreads me wide, my wetness soaking his fingers. “So fucking pretty.”
Leaning in, the pad of this tongue swipes over me before pausing to flick over my clit. My whole body jerks and I moan so loudly that my eyes snap to the door. I slap a hand over my mouth just in time to trap the desperate whimper that comes when his tongue plunges into me, fucking me like he’s starving.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to stay quiet,” I pant out.
“I think we can find a solution to that.” His fingers hook into the sides of my underwear. He takes them off and balls them up in his fist. “Open wide.”
I do and he shoves the damp fabric into my mouth. The taste of my own arousal coats my tongue. I thought it would make me feel gross, but there’s a part of me that loves this, giving up some control, being told what to do.
“If I need to stop, tell me. You can tap me twice.” He demonstrates, patting my thigh. “Or take out the panties and say so. Nod if you understand.”
I nod.
“That’s my smart girl.”
The praise rolls through me in a burst of exhilaration and anticipation for what he’ll do to me next.
He licks up the sensitive skin of my thighs and I have to fight the urge to squeeze my legs closed. When his mouth finds my clit this time, he sucks at me. I grasp at his hair and he moans, the vibrations shooting straight into my core. I cry into the underwear in my mouth, the sound muffled and making me far more comfortable now that I know it’s far less likely that we’ll be heard.
A finger dips into my entrance, winding me tighter. My hips buck to meet him and he pins me into place, the rough fabric of the chair beneath me scraping against my skin. I’ve never felt like this, and it’s so fucking freeing.
Between his mouth and fingers, he works me tighter than a violin string. He pulls back and simply blows on my swollen clit and I come, collapsing back against the chair.
“How was that?” Liam asks. His lips glisten from my wetness, hair stuck at odd angles, eyes glassy. With a thumb on my bottom lip and index finger under my jaw, he tips my jaw open and removes my underwear so I can speak.
“For someone I scandalized so easily, I never thought you’d be so good at that.”
“I wasn’t scandalized. A part of me wanted to do this since the day we met, it just wasn’t all that appropriate to do under those circumstances.” He caresses the soft skin of my stomach. “I mean,fuck. You don’t know what you do to me.”
My gaze falls to the very evidence of what I do to him straining against his pants. “I think I have a pretty good idea, and I can help with that if you tell me how.”
He rises to his feet and steps back to give me room. I shuck off my shirt and he hisses a breath, attention pinned on me. Slowly, I slide from the chair and crawl. I like the effect I have on him and I want to draw it out.
When I reach him, I graze my fingers over the dusting of hair on his lower stomach, his muscles rippling and tensing as I do so. I lower my hand, pausing at the button but not undoing it. His hips jerk as I palm him through his jeans.
He’s big.Shit.Maybe this was a bad idea. I’m going to fucking choke and look so gross and dumb. Nope. It’s going to be fine. It’s Liam and it’s not like we’re together.
We’re just friends. Friends who, for a short period of time, are helping each other out. In a week, it won’t matter.
I steel myself, sucking in a lung full of air. With shaky fingers I fumble with the button.
After a few seconds of struggling, Liam grips my fingers and pulls them away. “Same rules. If this is too much, we stop.”
“I just need you to talk me through it.” I flush. “Step by step. Tell me what to do.”
“Here.” He presses his thumb over the seam of my lips. I open up and let him in my mouth. I can taste myself on him as the pad of his thumb presses against the flat of my tongue. “Now suck. Yes,” he grunts, jaw tensing. “Just like that. Breath through your nose.”
