I gave his length a lazy stroke and he grunted, bucking in my hands. “Yeah?” I murmured. “And what was I doing in these fantasies?”
“Open your mouth and I’ll show you.”
A wave of heat rushed straight between my legs. I loved him like this, all bossy and demanding. He was usually so sweet, so easygoing. Gentle in the way he dealt with his daughter. Endlessly respectful when it came to me.
But when it was the two of us like this, alone, a whole new side of Liam came out. And I was completely addicted.
“This is your reward,” I told him, gripping his dick at the base before pressing a soft, wet kiss to the head that had him cursing. I looked up at him, holding his gaze. “You can do whatever you want with my mouth.”
“Fuck, Gracie,” he groaned, his hand coming up to tangle in the back of my hair. “Don’t say shit like that if you don’t mean it.”
I grinned. “Oh, I mean it.” Then I wrapped my lips around his cock and pulled him deep into my mouth. His hips gave an involuntary jolt, his hand tightening in my hair, and I heard the sound of his other hand slapping on the wall over my head. His reaction only spurred me on and I worked to take him deeper, to suck hard as I slid my tongue along his dick.
He felt so good in my mouth, his skin warm and his length rock hard. There was something primal in the way he tasted,something manly I couldn’t quite identify. All I knew was that he tasted like Liam and desire and I wantedmore.
“You feel so good,” he gasped, and I looked up to see him leaning heavily against the wall, like he couldn’t quite hold himself up. His position also made me feel even more caged in, and more heat rushed to my core. I liked being trapped by him, liked the feeling that this powerful man was taking what he wanted from me.
And I really liked the shaky way he sucked in each breath, how he practically seemed to be trembling. He might be the one in charge right now, but the power I held over him was obvious. I don’t think anything had ever made me feel so sexy, so confident.
I could bring this man to his knees,I thought happily, sucking him deeper.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and then the hand in my hair was pushing me up and down, his hips snapping forward to meet my mouth. I let him set the pace, reveling in the feel of it, the knowledge that he wanted me so much.
“You have to tell me if I get too rough,” he bit out, just as his cock went deep enough to make me gag. He pulled back immediately but I made a noise of dismay, grabbing his hips and pulling him back towards me. He actually whimpered. “You feel too good,” he said, sounding tortured. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
I finally pulled back to smirk up at him. “What on earth makes you think I want you to stop?”
His eyes flashed as he brought his other hand down to join the one in my hair, taking my head in a firm grip. “You hit my leg if it’s too much,” he demanded, and I nodded eagerly. He half-laughed, half-groaned at my reaction and then he was pushing my head down, thrusting into my mouth. I made happy noises of assent and he didn’t let up, didn’t pause, going deep until myeyes watered. He held my gaze the entire time, letting me see what I was doing to him, see how much he wanted me.
It was rough and filthy and overwhelming and I loved every second of it.
So I was pretty annoyed when he pulled me off of him just a few minutes later. “I’m not coming down your throat,” he grunted, reaching down to lift me from the floor. “I need inside you.”
Well, I wasn’t going to argue about that. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him as he carried me to the couch, tugging my sleep shorts down as he went. He sat down, arranging me on his thighs so he could roll a condom down his length—how he managed to get it out while simultaneously carrying me and removing my shorts I had no idea. But then he pulled me forward so his hot erection slid against my bare wetness and I was too busy shivering in pleasure to care about his impressive multi-tasking.
“Fuck, Gracie,” he muttered, wiping the tears from below my eyes. Something like concern battled with naked lust in his expression as he looked me over. I could only imagine what I looked like, hair a mess, lips swollen, eyes watering.
None of this was like me. I was a good girl. A calm girl. Polite and sweet, even in the bedroom. Only Liam had ever been able to awaken this part of me.
“Don’t you dare ask if it was too much,” I warned, and he laughed before leaning in to kiss me hard.
“You make me fucking insane, you know that?” he grunted as he lifted me slightly in his lap, rearranging me and lining himself up at my entrance. “All I could think about at home was how badly I wished I could touch and kiss you in that restaurant. I was going to come here and ask for a goodnight kiss.” He let out a low laugh then slid me down onto his cock, making me gasp.
“But then I saw you through your front window, all cozy on your couch.” He thrust up and we both cried out. He was already so deep. “It reminded me of the first time I had you naked here, and just like that I was on fucking fire for you.”
“I feel like that all the time,” I admitted, panting hard as he moved me on top of him. “I want you so much, Liam.”
“Every second of the day, Grace,” he groaned.
There wasn’t much talking after that. The sex was fast and hard and more explosive than anything I’d ever felt. My orgasm came out of nowhere, barreling into me and stealing my breath, my vision, my ability to think straight. Liam didn’t let up so I could ride it out—instead he wrapped both arms around me, holding me tight to his chest, and thrust up inside me with a brutal pace until he was groaning my name against my neck as he spilled into the condom.
I nestled as close as I could as we both gasped for air, trying to steady our heartbeats. He felt so good, his arms still tight around me, his big broad chest so sturdy below my cheek. He smelled like Liam and sex, and I took deep, gulping breaths of his scent.
This wouldn’t last forever. In a few minutes we would have to get up and clean up. He’d need to get back to the house before his parents or Josie noticed him missing. Tomorrow, I’d see her at school and have to pretend that nothing was happening with me and her father.
We’d have to hide again soon.
But not right now, I thought to myself, burrowing even closer. Right now, I was here with him, in his arms, coming down from some of the rawest, most explosive sex of my life. Right now, I could pretend that we’d go up to bed together in a few minutes, that he would hold me like this all night long. I could pretend that he was mine in all the ways that mattered.
