His warmth surrounds me. His smell infuses my nostrils. The shadow of him blocks out the light in my kitchen.
At my belly, I feel his length swelling between us.
I gasp, my eyes flying open. With every bit of courage I possess, I surge up on my toes and press my mouth to his.
He goes statue still, and I freeze.
I can’t bear the rejection again. Can’t bear him teasing me only to say we shouldn’t.
Or worse, he doesn’t want me.
“I— I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have?—”
I spin and run.
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greedy girl
Lorien
Not halfway to the bedroom, he catches my wrist and spins me to face him. His face hovers over mine, his eyes trailing the curves of my face.
My whisper is small, but I can’t not say the words. “You know I want you. You have to know. I need you to let me go. Because I can’t handle you rejecting me again. I can feel you.” I drop my head toward his belt. “I can feel you want me, but…” I throw my head up facing the ceiling, exposing my neck. It’s literal and it’s figurative. I’m bare and he’s… silent.
I slip my wrist free of him and wander toward the bedroom, fighting the tears that want to fall and the magnetic pull of the man in the hall.
“You want me?” His quiet voice has me stopping in my tracks.
I spin to face him, confusion written all over me.
“Do you want a walk on the wild side, or do you want me?” He thumps his chest.
I rush him. “Who do you think I am, Liam Murphy? How dare you?—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence. Or my thought.
“Fuck it,” he growls.
His hands hit my neck, cupping under my ears as he forcesme backward. His mouth crashes down on mine as his lower half pins me to the wall.
I underestimated his size.
And his restraint.
His teeth clash with mine as his tongue forces its way into my mouth. His grunts are animalistic and raw.
I’m surrounded, overwhelmed, overcome with Liam. I’m putty in his hands. His tongue duels with mine, his hands roam, and I can’t stop the moan that rips from me when he presses his hot, hard cock against my belly.
“Can you feel me now, Wifey?”
I groan and nod as he pulls away just long enough to rip my jeans down my body. His hands slide over my hips, torturously so, to one foot, pulling the shoe off. It hits the wall somewhere with a thunk.
“Finally,” he says, maybe to himself as my jeans and panties bunch around one leg and my other is thrown over his shoulder. “I’ve wanted you since the day you moved in. Wanted to touch you. Wanted to taste you.” The words are barely out of his lips when his mouth hits my center.
I moan, fighting to stay upright when my body is awash with pleasure. He spears me with his tongue and hums.
“You taste better than I ever dreamed.”
