“Is this for real?” she asks as breathlessly as I feel.
“It’d better be,” I answer her honestly before pulling her back in.
We don’t skip a beat after that. There’s no awkwardness or fumbling like you’d expect there to be. Everything is just natural, like everything else between Sloane and I.
Gone is the shy girl Sloane used to be. She holds nothing back, and it gets me harder than I’ve ever been, something she clearly appreciates if the way she’s wiggling on my lap is any indication. She lets out a frustrated groan and pulls at my shirt harder. Deciding to put her out of her misery, I pull my lips away from hers, causing her to whine, making me smile. Reaching behind me, I quickly pull my T-shirt over my head. This time, I’m met with a moan. Her eyes don’t even linger on the scars marking the left side of my body. Instead, she slowly glides her tongue along her bottom lip.
Unable to stop myself, I dip back in to steal another bruising kiss before pulling back and grabbing the hem of the black long sleeve she’s wearing. Meeting her gaze, Iraise a brow, asking for permission. She doesn’t say a word. Instead, she does the sexiest thing she could have done in that exact moment. She rips the hem from my grip and pulls it over her head herself.
Chapter 19
The minute my shirt clears my head, all bets are off. I am not leaving this room until I know what it feels like when Liam makes me come. I might not have much experience—quite frankly, I have zero experience. The only orgasms my body has ever received are from my own hand. However, if the way his hands knot in my hair causing my heart to flutter, or the way his hands grip my thighs, no doubt leaving marks, is any indication, I’m going to feel this until the day I die.
Wasting no time, I quickly snap open the front clasp of my bra. I always assumed I’d be nervous and self-conscious the first time I was shirtless in front of a man. Unsurprisingly, though, because it’s Liam, I feel nothing but confidence—sexy even, which is something I’ve never felt before. The way his eyes trace and take in every exposed inch of my skin sends shivers down my back. It makes me want more.
“Fuck, Sloane. Are you trying to kill me?” he groans, his hands and eyes not knowing where to settle on my body.
“Only if you don’t help me out,” I say. He smirks, hearing the need drip from my words, giving me a glimpse of the cocky Liam I knew as a teenager.
His hands trail oh so slowly up my outer thighs, making them tremble with need. But he doesn’t stop there. They continue up my sides, around the curve of my breasts, to my shoulders, pulling down the straps of my bra, letting it fall across his lap behind me. I arch my back, offering myself up for his taking. Instead of giving me what my body is asking for, though, he just watches me with hooded eyes as his fingers dance up my spine. Once they land at the nape of my neck, he squeezes, and chills erupt down my arms, making me moan. His smirk grows and he slowly runs his nose up the side of my neck, taking me in, making my hips undulate against his lap. Kissing behind my ear he promises, “Trust me, it would kill me not to help you out. Pulling back again—making me groan—his serious eyes meet mine. “You’ll tell me if you want to stop? If we’re going too far? If you get uncomfortable?”
His concern for me has me wiggling on him, seeking relief, I barely have time to get the wordpromiseout before he attacks my lips with his, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Him taking control has me wishing the both of us would lose our pants. I’ve never been so caught up in a moment, so caught up in my body. I can’t stop my hands from trailing down his chest, squeezing his arms. Everything disappears the moment his lips wrap around my nipple. I throw my head back and push my hips down onto his erection as a sound I didn’t know I could make leaves my mouth.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he groans against my breast as one of his hands sneak into the back of my leggings, pulling at the thong I’m wearing, putting the perfect amount of friction against my aching center.
“If I go lower, am I going to find you wet?” he asks as he grabs my ass with both hands, pushing me harder against his straining erection.
I moan instead of answering.
“Answer me, or I stop,” he threatens.
“Drenched,” I answer, eliciting a deep groan from him.
“Good girl,” he answers, wasting no time slipping his fingers against my soaking center. I wasn’t lying when I said I was drenched, but being called agood girlhas me wetter than I even thought was possible. How he knew that was my secret kink, I’ll never know.
I shouldn’t be surprised though; we’ve always fit perfectly. I expected him to go right for it, but instead, he slowly runs one finger, then two, down my opening, getting them wet before circling my clit. He’s barely touched me, yet I’m already seeing stars. He pulls back slightly to circle my entrance. Tired of his teasing, I press down on his fingers, forcing him to enter me.
“God damn it, Sloane, I’m trying to take it slow,” he complains, yet keeps moving his fingers in and out of me.
“Fuck slow, Liam. I. Want. You,” I tell him between kisses.
Suddenly, he pulls his hand out of my pants and orders, “Take off your pants, Sloane. Now.”
His tone has me shaking on his lap. With a slap to the side of my thigh, he repeats, “Now.”
I scramble off his lap, pulling my pants and thong down in one choppy movement, then move to scramble back onto his lap, but he shakes his head before I can get back on. With his eyes never leaving my body, and my hands shaking at my side, he slowly drags his body lower onto the bed before grabbing my hips and placing me on his chest.
“As much as I want to fuck your tight-as-hell cunt, Sloane, I need you to come on my face first,” he says, his fingers digging into my upper thighs.
For the first time since I got into his bed, I’m hit with nerves. I’ve never touched a man’s naked chest, much less sat on his face.
“Too much?” he asks softly, one of his hands reaching up to cup my cheek, making me meet his eyes.
“No,” I answer immediately and honestly. It’s not too much. I love how commanding he is. “I’ve just never . . .”
“Sat on a man’s face?” he asks, with a deliciously dirty smirk. I shake my head no. “I promise, you’ll love it. Now, scoot your ass up here and let me take care of you, please.”
The please at the end is what has me moving up his body. Never losing eye contact, I settle over him. It doesn’t take long before he’s in control again, pulling my hips forward as he licks me from bottom to top.
