“I am, but I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m more than Cal’s sister.” I trace my finger across the ridge of his collarbone.
“You are not making this easier,” he huffs out at my touch.
“But I am, Liam. I’m telling you this isn’t on you to decide. I can make my own decisions. I don’t need his permission. Neither do you.”
Liam reaches out and runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and I want to pull it into my mouth.
“Ask me again,” he almost growls.
“Do you think you can make me come?”
“Are you challenging me?” There is a tiny, delighted hitch in his voice, and he leans a little closer, twirling a curl around his finger and giving a tug.
“Most guys can’t,” I say, my voice emboldened, but my insides are fluttering with nerves. “I usually fake it, then take care of myself later.”
“Most guys can’t?” he asks. Our lips are so close they are almost touching. “Or the idiots you’ve been with don’t take the time to figure out how you work?”
“And you would?”
Liam shifts, letting go of my hair and pushing up to his knees. “Show me.”
“What?” I stammer, but the heat pooling between my legs tells me my body knows exactly what he just asked.
Liam tugs the comforter off me, his gaze flicking over the bare skin of my thighs. His bottom lip catches between his teeth, the pink going pale under the pressure. He swallows hard and sits back on his heels.
“Show me how to make you come.”
Chapter 11
Liam
Sophie gasps softly, and I worry I might have gone too far. But the skin across her chest flushes a faint pink, and her breath quickens. I ring her ankle with my hand, keeping my gaze locked with hers the whole time.
“You are one hundred percent in control here, Soph. You can stop at any time,” I say, moving her leg into a wider V. Her oversized shirt is still hiding most of her body, but when I widened her legs, her pale pink underwear appears where the hem lifted. “I’ve been thinking about making you come since I woke up with your ass in my lap that first night. But I want you to teach me how you like it.” I release her ankle and reposition myself between her legs. “I promise I’m an excellent student.”
I don’t move. I don’t touch her. Hell, I barely breathe. I can almost see the gears in her head turning before she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and fingers the hem of her t-shirt.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Show me what you do when you’re alone. When that douchebag would leave you unsatisfied.”
She closes her eyes and sits back against the headboard. My already hard dick is almost painful now, demanding tobe let out. But I take a long inhale as she spreads her creamy thighs for me.
Her hand drags up her body over her breasts, nipples peaking beneath the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She moves a hand under her shirt, and although the fabric hides her, I can tell when she traces a thumb across her nipple, pinching then arching her back and letting out a little moan that I feel in my core.
“God, you like that, don’t you?” I breathe out.
Her hand trails over the soft swell of her belly, gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Both breasts bounce free, and I almost lose it just at the sight of her absolutely perfect, round tits. She takes her time, clearly enjoying her breasts as much as I am watching. She squeezes full handfuls and tugs on her nipples, kneading and increasing the pressure. When she lets out a breathy gasp, I almost wonder if she’s already made herself come, but soon her fingers trace across the top seam of her underwear, one finger dipping inside.
My gaze flicks to her face, but she is somewhere else. Her eyes are still closed, her lower lip caught between her teeth, and she’s either forgotten I’m here or she’s putting on one hell of a show. But as she lifts her hips and wriggles out of her underwear, her eyes open, her gaze locked on me, before she tosses them into my lap. A wicked grin spreads across her face, and she spreads her legs wide, exposing herself completely to me.
Okay, then. Putting on a show.
“That’s right, baby, show me,” I growl.
She wastes no time now and drags two fingers up and down through her folds until they glisten.
“Fuck,” I mutter. And her lip tips in a sly smile before she slides her fingers back down her center, dipping them both inside and pausing with a ragged inhale.
I’m mesmerized by her fingers dipping in and out, while her thumb applies a steady pressure to her clit. Her heels dig into the bed, and her hips tip up slightly, trying to seek more pressure from her hand. She plunges her fingers in deep now, and I use her underwear to palm myself through my shorts. Her breath becomes labored, and I can tell she’s close. It’s all I can do not to take over and dive between her legs, but I just watch—riveted.
