Liam lowers me down his body, searching my face. For a heartbeat, something flickers in his eyes—hurt, maybe—before he grips my waist and lifts me onto the kitchen island.
“It’s a good thing you keep this counter so immaculate, I think it’s the only surface we haven’t christened.” He yanks my shorts and underwear off in one motion. “Lean back,” he says, tugging me to the edge of the counter and settling himself on the stool.
I lean back on my palms, but I can’t tear my eyes off Liam as he turns my vibrator over in his hands. I startle when he hits the power button and the device begins to buzz.
“What do you like to do with this thing?” Liam drags the vibrator across the skin below my belly button, and everything inside me pulls tight. “This?”
“Uh-huh,” I breathe out.
“How about here?” He moves the toy up my stomach, scrunching my tank top until he can press the buzzing tip to my already peaked nipples.
“Yeah, that’s good.”
“Where next, Soph? Where do you touch yourself next?” he asks while drawing lazy circles around each nipple.
“Lower.”
He trails the vibrator down against my already sensitized skin, pausing at the crease of my hip, and I writhe on the counter. It’s not where I want him, and he knows it.
“Like here?”
“Liam.” My voice is a whimper, a plea. I try to rock forward, and he finally complies.
Slowly, he drags it up and down my slit, and I let my head fall back, eyes closing as I sink into the sensation. Liam teases me, pausing at my clit just long enough to nearly tip me over before sliding back down to my entrance and the sensitive skin below. This is what I need. Focus on the sex, lean into the pleasure.
“Look at me, Soph.”
I can’t. I shouldn’t. But I do. I lock eyes with Liam. I might be naked from the waist down, completely exposed to him, but that’s not where I feel most vulnerable. That’s not whatI’m afraid he’ll see when he looks at me like that. I try to clear my mind—of my shower daydream, of lazy mornings in bed, of doing laundry and eating chicken fajitas—and focus on my body, the vibrations, the sensations coursing through my bloodstream.
Not the hunger in his eyes watching the flush creep across my chest.
“Ready for more?” Liam asks, his voice husky, teasing my entrance.
“Don’t be gentle,” I tell him, spreading my legs wider. I need this to feel this raw and physical. I need to focus on him between my legs, not between my ribs.
“Fuck,” Liam grunts, slowly pumping the vibrator in and out. “You’re so fucking wet I can see everything, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Liam knows I love his dirty talk. He knows I like it rough, a little raw. He knows how to push all my buttons and to tip me over the edge. But right now, it’s not enough.
“You need more, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I gasp out, even as panic flutters in my chest that the ‘more’ I’m craving has nothing to do with what he’s offering.
He removes the vibrator with a lewd pop and lays it against my stomach so it just rests on my clit. “Hold this,” he growls.
The sound of his zipper, the tear of foil, the buzzing on my clit—they all have me so close that when he slams into me, I break. I scream out in pleasure as Liam’s cock bottoms out inside me.
“Don’t you dare move that vibrator until we’re both done,” Liam demands between rough strokes. My body starts to contract around him, builds and crashes and builds again until I’m undone, shattered apart in the filthiest, purest way.
“Fuck!” Liam shouts. His body shudders, and he drives into me once, twice, a third time before he drops his head andpeppers soft kisses on my jaw and neck. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs, so quietly I almost miss it.
We are both breathing hard, still connected, when a different vibration causes me to jolt. I glance over at my phone, jumping on the end of the counter.
“Ignore it,” Liam says, easing us apart. With his help, I slide off the counter and tug on my shorts.
The ringing stops, then starts again.
What if it’s Cal? I’ve been avoiding all of my family’s calls, and my mom’s last voicemail threatened to drive to Santa Cruz herself if I didn’t answer.
