“I’m fresh out of patience,” I said, and he laughed against my thigh before looking up at me. The expression on his face had my heart stopping. There was so much tenderness there, mixed in with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this for a week,” headmitted. “And there is no way I’m going to last long.” He lifted the fabric of my skirt, revealing my thighs. “Need to make you come first.” He grinned up at me again, expression boyish now. “Besides, I didn’t get to taste you last time.”
I wanted to tell him that he hadn’t needed to. He’d made me come just fine with his fingers and his cock. But then his lips were pressing against the dampness of my panties and words failed me.
“So sweet,” he growled, then pulled my underwear aside. “Jesus, Grace.”
“Liam,” I begged. I didn’t have to specify what I wanted—Liam knew. He pressed his lips straight to my clit and we both moaned. I didn’t think anything had ever felt so good.
And after that, I didn’t think, period. Liam arranged one of my legs over his shoulder then proceeded to attack my center like a starving man, his lips and tongue everywhere, devouring me. I was a writhing, panting mess, unintelligible sounds escaping me. He had me right on the edge after about two minutes, my entire body tightening.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” he growled into my skin, fingers digging into my hips to keep me upright. “Just let go. I’ve got you.”
Then he wrapped his lips around my clit and gave a good hard suck. That’s all it took to have me falling completely apart, the sensation so strong I saw star bursts behind my tightly closed eyelids.
“Oh myGod,” I gasped as Liam placed reverent kisses against my thigh, letting me come down.
“Want to do that again,” he grunted. “Want to make you come for hours.”
“We don’t have hours,” I reminded him, and he stood, lifting me in one smooth motion so I was perched on the edge of the vanity.
He pulled a condom from his wallet before unzipping his pants.
“Someday wewillhave hours,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “We’ll have entire days with nothing to do but get lost in each other.” It was with that tantalizing promise in my head that he thrust into me, stealing my breath.
He groaned, pressing his forehead to mine. “I really wasn’t kidding when I said I wouldn’t last long.”
I grinned, nipping at his shoulder. “Fast can be fun.”
He pulled back enough to grin at me. “Hell, yeah it can.”
And then he proceeded to show me just how fun fast could really be.
His thrusts were steady, deep and hard. He kept one hand at my hip, keeping me in place to accept the assault of his snapping hips. The other hand snaked into my hair, cradling the back of my head. I wanted to close my eyes against the onslaught of pleasure but I found myself trapped in his gaze, his blue eyes so intense I couldn’t look away.
Then he tilted my hips to the perfect angle to take him, letting the base of his dick drag across my clit with each thrust. It felt incredible, and I vaguely wondered how on earth he seemed to already know my body so well, after only one night together. “Liam,” I whimpered, totally overwhelmed, so close to the edge.
“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he grunted, thrusting harder. “Look at you taking me. Taking everything I have to give you.”
God, the way he talked to me. So raw and uninhibited. It made me feel desired, confident in a way I never had been before. And it turned me on like nothing else.
“I’m going to come,” I told him, tightening my legs around his snapping hips.
“Yes, you fucking are,” he groaned. “Fuck Grace, I can feel your pussy clenching me. Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my dick.”
And I did. I wasn’t sure if it was the filthy words he was muttering in my ear or the insane amount of pleasure he was drawing from my body, but either way, I felt myself shatter as soon as he demanded it. I could feel myself clenching around him, feel the way his thrusts became erratic as he groaned, the way he gripped my hip so tight I was sure I’d have bruises. Could hear the way he practically whimpered my name as he came deep inside me.
I could get addicted to this,I thought hazily as the aftershocks of the best orgasm of my life rocketed through me. I could get addicted tohim.
Liam lay slumped against me for several long, sweaty moments while we both gasped and tried to catch our breath.
“Wish I could take you home tonight,” he murmured against my shoulder.
I kissed the top of his head, wishing more than anything that he could do just that.
“Are you coming to the game this week?”
It was the first regular season game, the home opener. “Of course I’m going.”
He turned his head enough so I could see his face and gave me that boyish grin that always flooded my belly with warmth. “Gonna score a goal for you.”
