“God, fuck,” he breathes hard.
I shift and lower myself just a little, just enough to feel the tip of his cock. I gasp, then let out a sound so needy and raw, I almost don’t recognize it as mine. His grip tightens on my hip, steadying me.
“You want to go slow?” he asks and nibbles on my neck. “Tell me. Say it.”
I shake my head. He bites a little harder.
“Tell me, Ash.”
“I… Look, I’m not good at the dirty talk.”
Liam laughs and it’s the best sound in the world.
“Pierce can give you lessons,” he mumbles before filling my mouth with his tongue.
He holds me there, suspended above his cock. I can feel the way the head nudges against my opening, the heat of it, the way slick coats every inch of me. My legs are trembling, adrenaline and want making me frantic.
“Please,” I say, not even sure what I’m begging for.
He shifts, the tip sliding back and forth over my clit, then down, rolling against the slickness.
“Take it,” he says, his voice rough. His hand is still on my throat, not tight, just holding. The other is anchored on my hip.
I sink down. There’s a moment where I forget where I am, who I am, other than right here. Liam’s hand goes from my hip to my ass, cradling me, guiding me down inch by inch. It’s almost too much. It’s thick, and every nerve ending lights up, the stretch hot and perfect, impossible and right. My vision actually whites out for a second behind my closed lids.
I whimper. I can’t help it. My thighs quake, but I plant both hands on his shoulders, nails digging in.
“Look at you,” he says, almost reverent. “You’re doing so good. Keep going. Can you take all of me?”
Only the very tip at first, but with each breath, I push myself down another fraction, and another.
“Tell me what it feels like.”
“Good.” I spit out.
“Good? You can do better than that.”
“I feel… stretched. But it’s not…”
“What?” He stills and asks, concern in his voice.
“Enough,” I pant out. “Not enough. More. Want all of it,” I hear myself say, and wow, my voice does not sound like my own.
“You got it. Just like that.”
I rock down a few millimeters at a time, each one a mini explosion.
“Nah.” He lifts me almost off his cock with his strong hands. I panic, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “Breathe for a second. Then take all of me.”
He lets go of my hips and wraps both arms around me. I sink all the way down on his cock, whimpering the whole time, until I can feel his knot rubbing against me.
Liam tilts me forward and rocks inside of me. It’s a shallow move, but it sets off explosions all through my body.
“Oh god.” I moan and Liam nuzzles into my neck.
Liam holds me tight to his chest. With both arms locked behind my back, he lets me work myself up and down on him, slow, shallow, feeling every inch of him fill me until I can’t stand it anymore.
“Fuck. You’re going to make me a liar.”
