“Why would it be for you? I just need to get laid.”
It was a lie and he knew it.
Liam turned round and watched as my fingers started to play where he’d refused his. Over my clit, into my wetness, one finger and then two. His expression was trying to be disinterested but his eyes told me otherwise.
“Stop.” It was a quiet order.
I didn’t obey.
“So that’s how you like to play it.” He moved closer, took my hand away and lifted it to his mouth. I didn’t fight it, watching him take my fingers to his mouth and suck them clean.
He was rough. I could feel the fight in him, the urge to dominate.
Just the same as mine.
“Are you clean?” I tried to ignore the beating pulse between my legs and to not look at his cock which was not being hidden at all by his sweatpants.
“Yes. Are you?”
“Completely. And I’m on the pill.” I needed to say it, because in another few minutes, or even seconds, we were going to be on a track that led one way only.
“You change your mind at any point, just say and I’ll stop.” He pressed a kiss to my palm that was tender enough to make me want to either cry or revolt.
“Same goes for you.”
He laughed, dropped my hand and in a blink had hold of both my legs, pulling me roughly across the mattress. He parted my thighs and bent down, starting to roughly lick me out, switching between sucking and tasting, never leaving my clit for too long and not letting me get too close to coming.
I pulled at his hair, urging him on. He looked up, lips glistening, and then pressed a finger inside me, quickly followed by another, moving them in and out quickly.
“Lose the sweats.” He still had them on. I sat up and pushed his hand away, attacking the clothing I saw no reason to be there. I pulled them down with the same ferocity he’d done with mine and exposed his cock.
“Tell me it’s me.”
“You’re attractive, does that work.”
He kicked them away, then picked me up, moved me under him and further onto the bed.
His cock rested on top of my mound and my hand headed automatically to it.
“This is only happening today so make the most of it.” My rule. Not being broken.
“Fine by me.” He ended his sentence with taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, nipping with his teeth.
I felt an orgasm start to build again. “I’d really like it if you fucked me now.”
Liam flipped me over. I tried to fight, half laughing as I lost. The palm of his hand slapped my ass, a sting that made me moan and then gasp as he slipped fingers back between my legs, and then pushed two into my entrance. His other hand snaked under me and started to play with my breasts, pinching and plucking, My ass rose high and my arms struggled to not become soft noodles.
I didn’t know if I would survive this orgasm.
Without warning, he replaced his fingers with his cock, his hands feeling like iron on my hips as he held on. I was stretched and mewling, clutching onto the sheets as he drove into me. I felt his breath against my neck and he pressed a kiss there before nipping my skin.
It was too much. The build-up, the period of celibacy, the fight we’d been having, the way he’d played my body like it was an instrument built for him. He managed to hold onto me as I exploded, feeling the orgasm being pulled out of me.
“Fuck.” It was the first word he’d said. And then he pulled me up, one arm wrapped under my breasts, the other on my stomach and he carried on with hard, almost controlled thrusts into me.
The hand on my stomach dropped lower, finding my clit and I started to beg for mercy. Another orgasm would be too much but he wasn’t listening. I could hear his smooth words, encouraging, and then they became dirty, telling me all the things he was going to do to me and how.
I came again, and this time I said his name.
