“I…don’t….think…outside…your mom’s…is the place for this,” he fought to say between our kisses.
I leaned away. “Just tell me where you’d prefer to hear me begging for your cock, and we’ll go.”
“The bedroom will suffice for tonight,” he assured me, without a trace of humor in his tone.
It wasn’t long before we were back at my condo, Liam pushing me up against the kitchen island. We struggled out of our clothes, our lips parting just long enough to help us navigate our work as we battled the confines and boundaries standing in the way of everything we were desperate to share.
So many days and nights we had to explore one another, yet still, I was left hungry for more, hungry in a way I hadn’t known until Liam McKinney. But what made it so maddening also made it so rewarding. I was certain we only made it to the bedroom because that’s where the lube was, and as ambitious as we’d been in the fervent encounters we’d shared again and again, it was always easier the more lubricated I was.
And I enjoyed being as ready and able to take Liam whenever possible.
If it was a hole he wanted, mine was there to serve his needs. If it was a blowjob, my mouth belonged to his cock. If it was love, I would bathe him in my total appreciation of his very being.
Liam yanked open the nightstand drawer and dug around.
“God-fucking-dammit, where is it?” he said, his words full of pain and desperation as he finally pulled away from my face long enough to discover the bottle of lube. When he turned back to me, he pushed me onto the bed, kissing and nipping at my neck.
I was impressed we’d managed to remove all our clothes before making it to the bed. Sometimes when we were that horny, stripping was nearly as hard as it had been for him to find the lube.
The sound of the pump promised so much.
I slid my legs apart along the sheet as Liam crawled onto the mattress and readied his cock for his workout. And I knew it would be a workout for my body. Hell, the gym seemed like a breeze compared to the reps he put me through.
“Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me, please. I’m begging.”
I didn’t need to beg for long.
Even just waiting for my body to adjust was agonizing for him. However, he was patient as always, offering me the time I needed, watching my expressions, obeying my every command as he pushed inside me until he was finally back, right where I needed him, my toes curling and my back arching in response.
He worked my hole out good, leaning down so his hot breath slammed against my face as I felt his pelvis pushing against my ass. As I climbed, he studied my face as though trying to figure out which move pleased me most.
Once we’d worked into our stride, he got me up on my knees, taking me from behind, his arm around me, pulling me close to him as I rested my hand against the headboard. His cock against my prostate was as satisfying as the guttural sounds he made behind me, his hand gripping my hip as he made my hole serve his cock. Then he tossed me all about the bed, the way I loved being tossed around, until soon we were missionary again.
I couldn’t have been more aroused with the way he had me going, the sweat beading down his face as he panted, making me feel like a real champ.
“Come…a long way…since that first time,” I said through pants.
He smiled, and I couldn’t tell who he was most proud of: me or him. But I was fairly sure we both deserved credit as far as that went.
A deep, familiar desire rose within me. “Liam, my wrists, please.”
He already knew what I wanted. He’d learned my desires well enough over the time we’d spent together, and he took my wrists and pinned them over my head before slamming his lips back against mine.
I hadn’t been comfortable with being tied or cuffed since the night with Himeros. That was too much for me. But Liam’s hands, I trusted those, knew they never really bound me.
Truly, it was the rest of the world that had me tied up, but being pinned down by Liam, his cock deep within, was the only thing that set me free.
A kiss and then another helped lead me down the rabbit hole, into this crazy, fucked-up sex we had come to know so well together. Trapped in Wonderland with Liam McKinney, I enjoyed his breath in my mouth as he denied me a kiss, left me hanging.
Oh, the agony and the pleasure of being at his mercy.
“Beg,” he pressed.
“It hurts so much,” I said. Not his cock, no, that felt incredible, but not having his lips against mine…being trapped beneath him, but his lips so far away.
“I need to taste your mouth,” I added.
“Beg, and it’s all yours.”
