My hips rock all on their own, grinding against the seams of our jeans and Liam’s hard cock. Embarrassed at my own desperation, I try to lift myself up but Liam grabs my hips to keep me in place.
“I’m going to soak through my jeans,” I pant.
“Good.”
He rolls his hips. I can practically feel his knot. Hooking a finger into the cup of my bra, he drags it down further. I arch my back to give him even more access, but he’s ignoring all my attempts like he’s content with slow touches. When he drags his fingertips down my spine, I nearly come.
“Jesus. Ash.” His teeth gently sink into the side of my breast, almost like he wants to hold me in place. I try shifting again, but he moves both hands to my hips, keeping me in place. He drags his tongue along the top curve of my breast, then flicks the tip over my nipple. The sensation is so sharp and perfect, I nearly bite through my lip.
I tangle my hands in his hair, the short strands prickling my palms. My thighs shake from the tension of trying to get even closer, from grinding against him through layers of denim. Liam presses his face to my chest and inhales, hard. I could die from how fucking careful he is.
All I want is to rub my bare cunt against his cock and let him make a mess of me, right here on the couch.
“Off,” I push Liam back. Something like panic flashes in his eyes, and his face falls. My fingers fumble with the button and zipper of my jeans. “Off,” I say again. “I need these jeansoff. I need you inside me.”
A grin replaces the panic on his face. Liam brushes my hands aside and uses his fingers, that don’t seem to have a problem undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. I shift my weight to get off his lap, but he holds me there, peeling down my jeans just enough that he can fit his hand in. My face flushes.
“Sorry,” I mutter, feeling the slickness already there, but he cuts me off.
“You’re so wet, Ash,” he says, his voice gone raspy.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” he asks, staring at where his hand has disappeared into my pants. I feel his fingers just lightly brushing me, not quite inside, making me ache for more. “Do you have any idea how hot this is?” he asks, almost absentmindedly. “It flips all the alpha switches.”
“The alphas my fa…,” I start, but the words taste wrong, and I clamp my mouth shut. I don’t want to think about any of that.
Liam acts like he didn’t even hear. “Knowing I did this to you, made you this messy, can make you even more messy. So goddamn hot.”
He pulls his hand out of my pants and licks his finger, eyes closed, like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. He opens them again, and the hunger there makes my stomach clench.
“I need you to fuck me, Liam.”
“No.” He shakes his head just a little.
“What?” I dig my nails into his shoulders, but he doesn’t flinch. He just grins wider.
He takes my face in both hands and brings my lips to his, kissing me slow and deep. “I need you to fuck me. You’re gonna ride my cock exactly how you want, for as long as you want, until you make yourself come.”
A strange sense of nervousness breaks across my skin, prickling at my neck and arms. I’ve been on top before, but I don’t thinkI’ve ever been the one doing the fucking, not really. Most alphas I’ve been with don’t even look at me when they fuck me.
Liam pushes me back a little bit and rolls my jeans down my hips. They’re pretty baggy, so it’s not that hard. I get one leg free and he pushes all the fabric aside but doesn’t bother with the other leg, like he can’t wait. He lifts his hips just enough and pushes his own jeans down to free his cock. He digs his fingers into my hip and then gently holds me by the throat.
“Take me exactly how you want,” he whispers against my lips. He moves a hand between his legs, pulling me open and positioning me right above the tip of his cock. He holds me there, not letting me sink down yet.
“Are you gonna take me slow?” he asks, his thumb stroking over the pulse point in my throat. “Or fill yourself all the way in one stroke?”
I lick my lips, not really knowing what I want to do.
“Tell me, Ash,” he says again.
“I…” I lick my lips again, too nervous to move, I shake my head a little.
“Close your eyes.” He whispers it like he knows eye contact is a little much right now. I nod, grateful, and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Wait,” he says. “Let me get my cock all wet for you.”
I can feel him drag the tip of his cock through my slit, making me whimper.
