The grin grows on his face and he leans up, kissing my chest over my heart. “Feels pretty fast to me,” he whispers, his breath brushing my skin and moving across to my nipple.
My lips part and a soft puff of air escapes as he caresses one of my breasts with his hands and the other his lips devour, teasing and gently playing with my nipple.
His touch is gentle yet firm, stirring my insides, making heat rush through me as warmth floods my cheeks. Liam rolls me onto my back, crawling above me, stalking me like I’m his prey. His eyes are a flash of darkness and warmth swirling in a sea of blue.
I’m captivated by his breath, his touch, the way he stares right into my soul as he touches me. His mouth dances over my skin, his tongue, warm, sends flutters past my stomach straight to my core as he leaves his mark behind on me.
He nips at my hips, spreads my legs and rips my panties, the only cloth nestled between us.
“Liam!”
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he growls and licks along my thighs, my legs parting wider, giving him access as he teases me with that smart ass mouth of his.
Each breath comes out restless and filled with need as he licks and strokes me with his tongue, but he doesn’t touch the one spot I crave most of all.
“You’re a fucking tease,” I grumble at him as his tongue moves away from my clit and he begins kissing between my thighs again, dragging everything out.
My fingers dig at the bedsheets, clawing at the covers before raking my fingernails across his shoulder and back as I sit up, just enough to try to encourage him to kiss the spot that I’m craving his touch.
His mouth and hands are on my inner thighs and, fuck, yes, he knows what he’s doing, but he’s going to send me straight to my death before ever fucking me at this rate.
“You’re a fucking tease,” I grumble again and use my fingers to graze against my clit, my hips gyrating as Liam grabs my wrist, pulling my fingers away and straight into his mouth. His eyes bore into mine the entire time he sucks them.
“You’re impatient,” he says and cocks his head, a smile toying at the corner of his lips. “If you’d rather touch yourself instead of me pleasuring you—” He slowly backs up and I swear I’ll end his life here and now if he leaves me alone.
“Liam!” I growl at him and tackle him to the bed, knocking him onto his back. I straddle his waist, his cock hard, and I lean forward, my lips hovering over his shaft.
If it’s a war he wants, it’s a war he’ll get.
I drag my breath over his cock, watching his face, but my tongue and lips don’t descend. His brow tightens and his hands grip my hips, harder, firmer, but I only continue to tease him in the same way he’s tormented me tonight.
I drag my tongue across his thigh, licking and kissing, moving in toward the juncture of his desire and then back out in a restless and senseless pattern that he can’t comprehend.
“You’re fucking with me, firebreather,” he rasps and he grabs a fistful of my hair, gripping my neck, glaring at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Keep doing that and see what happens next.”
A wicked smile plays on my lips. “Is that a threat, cin bun?”
He snarls and yanks me up toward him, his mouth covering mine, his tongue pushing past my lips with such ferocity it takes me a moment to realize he’s kissing me, and I let my lips part wider, pulling him deeper and tighter.
He knows how to tongue fuck, but I swear that’s not where I want him fucking me. At least not the only part of me.
He rolls around, pinning me under his weight, his hips pressing me into the mattress, his legs at either side, keeping me trapped.
Liam grinds his hips into mine and the bite is absolutely delicious as my fingers claw at his chest and down across his back.
He grips my arms, pushing them into the bed beside my head. “Is this what you want?” he asks, his breath on my ear and a shiver courses through me, my body humming with electricity.
I nod, finding the words too difficult to speak. He slides a leg between mine and puts pressure on that delicious spot as he thrusts with his knee, and holy hell, he doesn’t even have to fuck me with his cock and I’m seeing stars.
My lips part, my heart and body betraying me as I feel the first wave roll over me, my body trembling against his.
Liam doesn’t slow his movements, he keeps them steady and perfect, his knee grinding up against my pussy and, fuck, my insides are clenching down, desperate for more, craving his cock nestled deep within me.
Instead, I’m empty, and while I want Liam’s fingers or cock inside of me, if he slows down in the slightest, the orgasm I chase may disappear.
I struggle to keep my eyes open. It’s like staring at the sun, slamming my eyes shut, and I still see fireworks as my fingers dig into his arms, marking him, clawing at him as I tremble.
My back arches off the mattress and Liam doesn’t say a word. I imagine he’s watching me with rapt curiosity. He leans forward, taking my nipple into his mouth while still keeping the motions with his knee.
