I’m looking around the bathroom, trying to figure out how this will work, but knowing Liam, he’s already gotaplan.
“Take your shorts off,”hesays.
“But you just washed thiscountertop.”
“I’ll wash itagain.”
I unbutton my shorts and shrug them over my thighs until they slip over my knees and fall to the ground. His hands graze up my thighs until his thumbs slip beneath my panties. “You’re already wet for me,” he mutters against mycheek.
“I guess that means you should stop talking and start doing something about that ...” I don’t know who I am or who I’ve become since Liam has entered my life, but I have never felt so alive with whatever the hell this is going onbetweenus.
He lifts me back off the sink and strips the belt from his pants, creating a whipping sound. Confused for only a second, he grabs my hands, pulling them behind me and binding them together. My heart is pounding, my pulse is thundering within my ears, and I’m dripping between my legs. Holy crap, thisishot.
“Get down on your knees,” he says, pointing to the small bath mat in front of theshower.
With the ache throbbing between my legs and my apprehension of Dylan needing something, I do as he says, instantly realizing I can’t catch myself with bound wrists held behind my back. I fall against the bath mat, my cheek smashing into the plush threads, and I try my best to balance the rest of my body on my knees. Do I look as weird as I feel? I’m like all ass right now. He’s probably looking right into that dark hole of wonder, and I don’t even know what it truly looks like. I always hear about anal bleaching, and I never knew why, but I’m suddenly super self-conscious about notdoingthat.
Adding that to my to-dolist.
Without being able to see anything but the door in front of me, I hear the zipper on his jeans tear apart. My panties are pulled down, and while I was expecting a thick plunge into the darkness, I’m taken completely off guard as I feel his tongue tracing a straight line from the small of my back, down. Down. Down. Um ... so ... a finger is onething,but...
Oh. Okay. So we’redoingthis.
Um. Wow, yeah, I—whoaaa. Okay. Oh,myGod.
Seriously though, what if I just pooped like twenty minutes ago? He would have no—no ... Oh, ah, oh ... God, “Mmm,” I moan, nearlybreathless.
“I knew you’d like that,” he says, pausing histongueplay.
Without much of an intermission, his tongue continues down further, reaching what I would have considered a more normal place to land. I won’t complain about the path he has chosen to take, though, I can’t help thinking about the wholewipe front to back thing. Great, I’ll probably end up with some kind of yeast infection now, but—I—I ...”Oh, holy shit,” I cryloudly.
“Shh,” he reminds me. He has to because I think his tongue might be licking my ovaries ... is that possible? No, no, it’s not, but oh holy wow, it kind of feels that way. I can feel him through every inch of my body as he flicks and twists his tongue. He hums as his tongue glides against the outer fleshy area and my body is bucking so hard, I’m afraid I’llhurthim.
Just as I come to the edge of screaming a string of every obscenity I know, his cock plunges into me with ease, filling meentirely.
He holds me up by my breasts and pumps into me fast, hard, and rough, accompanied by quiet growls of pleasure purring from histhroat.
After several moments of agonizing pleasure, Liam flips me over until my back is resting on my bound wrists. He presses my knees apart and dips back inside, holding himself up with one hand as if he were doing pushups, and I was the floor holding him up. The look on his face is one of anger, but at the same time, pleasure andrelief.
He’s so fucking hot, and I know I can’t last while watching him ravage me the way he is. “Liam,I’m—”
“Not yet,” hegrunts.
“Ican’thelp—”
He thrusts into me so hard, I cry out with a ferocious groan, releasing, unraveling, letting go, giving in, and surrendering everything I havetohim.
As he seeps into me, the look of anger and pain morphs into contentment, and he collapses beside me, pulling the belt free from my wrists. “I got carried away,” hemutters.
I twist my head to look him in his beautiful eyes. “It was the hottest thing anyone has ever donetome.”
“Oh yeah?” he asksproudly.
“I have experience with inexperienced college guys, but you’re a man who knows what he’s doing.” Showering him with compliments, all I want to do is get him to talk and tell me what’s going through his head, but as he pulls himself up by the sink and adjusts his pants to rebutton them, I know our conversation is coming toanend.
“I’ll give you a minute to get dressed before I finish cleaning up the mess we made, you dirty girl.” He winks and leans down to give me a quick kiss before slipping outthedoor.
What are we doing? What am I doing? The words coming from my mouth when I talk to him are things I would have never dreamed of saying to anyone else. Yet, they just flow off the tip of my tongue like I’m an experienced porn star begging him to lick my ass. But seriously, who would have thought it would bethatpleasurable. It does explain a lot about the dog species, Isuppose.
