I lose all track of time, self-consciousness, and everything after that. I can’t even tell you what exactly he’s doing to me. All I know is that I’m holding onto the headboard for dear life as he makes me feel things I didn’t know my body was capable of feeling. I’ve lost all control of my voice, letting out moan after moan as his tongue keeps working its magic. Once his fingers join in, I’m a lostcause and I come all over his face. I lean my head against his neck, still gripping the headboard as he keeps touching me through my orgasm.
I slide back, sitting my hips against his abdomen, staring down at his eyes. I expected to find a confident smirk on his lips. Instead, my eyes met undeniable heat. Want and need fill his eyes and his jaw is clenched so tight it looks painful.
I need more of him.
Not needing any direction this time, I keep making my way down his body as he pulls himself back up against the headboard, his eyes trained on my next move. Mustering all the confidence I have, I grab the waistband of his pants and boxers in my hand. But before I can pull them down, his hands settle on mine, pausing my movement. “We don’t have to, Sloane. We can—”
I don’t let him finish. I cut him off by pulling at the material.
“Fuck,” he lets out again, lifting his hips to help me pull off his pants.
Once his pants are halfway down his thighs, and I get a good look at his dick, it’s my turn to say “Fuck.” I know it’s going to fit. I know he was made for me, and I for him, but it doesn’t make his size any less intimidating
Sensing my apprehension, his hand tilts my chin up and he says, “Don’t worry, it’ll fit.”
Tilting my head back down, I’m mesmerised by the sight of him—hard and dripping pre-cum for me. I never thought I could affect him like this, make him react like this. Getting impatient with only my gaze, Liam’s handgoes between us to give himself a few quick, rough strokes. “You have to stop looking at me like that or there’s not going to be anything to make fit.”
Deciding I needed to feel for myself, I trail my fingertips up his thigh, making goose bumps appear. Sensing what I want, he lets go of his dick. Taking my time to commit this moment to my memory forever, I slowly drag my fingertips from his base all the way to the tip, making him hiss in pleasure. Taking his hiss as encouragement, I wrap my hands fully around his girth, giving him a slow pull. Realizing, it’s not slick enough, I meet his eyes as spit leaves my mouth, landing on his tip.
He doesn’t let me spread it, or keep exploring his body. No, he roughly pulls open the drawer beside his bed, grabs a condom from his wallet, quickly slips it on without a word, then pulls me up his body until my legs are spread around his hips, my slit resting against his dick.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Sloane, I swear to God.” He groans as he rocks me over his cock, getting himself wet.
Adding to his movements, I realize I need to tell him that I’ve never done this. I’ve never had sex. “Liam,” I groan, as his tip hits my clit.
“I know, baby,” he says, lifting my hips and placing himself at my entrance. He slowly enters me, just an inch. “Fuck! You’re so goddamn tight.”
“I’ve never,” I start as he slides in deeper, cutting off my breath. This time, I slide down him another inch, causing me to wince.
“Are you okay?” His lust replaced with concern as my eyebrow knit together in pain.
“Yes, promise,” I tell him to appease his worry. I don’t want him to stop, so I lower myself a little more before finally admitting, “I’ve just never done this.”
“Been on top?” he asks, clenching his jaw.
“No, had sex,” I say before taking him all the way in until my pelvis meets his. He lets out a long, deep moan as not only I settle on top of him, taking deep breaths, but also as my words sink in.
“You’re a virgin,” he states in disbelief as his gaze drops to where we’re connected.
“Was,” I answer, as the overpowering need to move gets the best of me. “I need . . .” I whine, not knowing what I need, but hoping he can show me.
He doesn’t waste any time, pulling me down for a rough, soul-shattering, all-consuming kiss. “I think I know exactly what you need.”
Taking my hands, he nips at the inside of my left wrist, pulling a moan from me, before placing my hands on his chest as one of his moves to my lower back and the other teases my nipples. His mouth finds my neck, where I’m sure to have a mark later, before he gets to my ear to whisper, “Now, be a good girl and grind that tight little pussy all over me. Use me. Make yourself come on my dick.”
My thighs quiver at his words as I slowly start grinding myself forwards and backwards over him, sending sparks shooting up my spine to the base of my neck and down my legs to the tip of my toes.
“Just like that baby,” he encourages as he helps me rock my hips against him. His mouth finally leaves my neck to capture one of my nipples, lightly biting at it. His hand makes a trail down my stomach, making me quiver, before gathering some wetness that had pooled between us, and swiping against my clit just as his tongue did. His eyes meet mine, lips still sealed against the tip of my breast as his tongue lazily teases its tip. It’s his intense eye contact that has me tipping over the edge with my nails digging into his chest and his name leaving my lips.
Chapter 20
If I thought kissing Sloane was a religious experience, I don’t know if there’s enough words in the English language to describe what just happened. Earth shattering? Life changing? Soul searing? Those words don’t even come close.
“That was . . . wow . . . just wow,” Sloane whispers, slumping up against my neck, with me still pulsing inside of her, having come the second I felt her orgasm squeeze around me. I brush her sweaty hair away from her neck, dropping a small kiss in agreement.
It’s not something I saw coming when I saw her standing, watching me go through our old notes. I was expecting her to be angry that I was going through a box I had no right even knowing existed. Nothing could have prepared me for how she jumped me, or how she somehow wanted to give me, out of all people, her virginity.
“Are you okay?” I ask, softly rubbing my fingers up and down her back. “With what happened?” My question makes her cheeks redden, putting a smile on my lips. Happy that, after everything we just did, she’s still my shy Rosie.
