The bathroom suddenly felt very small. He seemed to take up all the oxygen in the room, all broad shoulders and dark hair and those green eyes that were looking at me like I was the only thing that existed.
I wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next thing I knew, his hands were in my hair and his lips were on mine.
He kissed me like we had all the time in the world, even though we didn’t. Slow and deep, his tongue slid against mine in a way that made heat pool low in my belly. I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard.
“What are you doing to me?” He said it so low I wasn’t sure he meant for me to hear it.
Then he kissed me again, harder this time, backing meup against the bathroom counter until the edge dug into my butt. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the feel of him—his mouth, his hands, the solid weight of his body pressing against mine.
But I didn’t want to just receive tonight. I wanted to give.
I’d been thinking about this for weeks, ever since I’d added it to my list. Item number two: Make a man come from a BJ (swallow it). But it wasn’t really about the list anymore. It was about Liam. About the way he made me feel powerful and desired. About wanting to see him lose control because of me.
I pushed gently at his chest, breaking the kiss. His brow furrowed in confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I held his gaze as I slowly sank to my knees on the cool tile floor. “I want to try something.”
His breath caught audibly. “Ava, you don’t have to?—”
“I know I don’t have to.” I reached for his belt, my fingers steadier than I expected even as desire hummed through my veins. “I want to.”
He stared down at me, chest heaving, looking utterly wrecked and I hadn’t even touched him yet.
“No objections,” he managed. “None at all.”
I smiled and went back to work on his belt.
I freed him from his boxer briefs, and my breath stuttered at the sight of him. He was already hard, straining toward me, and the knowledge that I’d done that—that my kiss, my touch, the mere suggestion of what I wanted to do had gotten him like this—made me feel powerful in a way I’d never experienced.
I’d given blowjobs before, but I hadn’t been into them. They’d felt like something I had to do. But with Liam, I wanted it as badly as he seemed to.
“Ava.” His voice was barely more than a rasp. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I wrapped my hand around his velvety hardness, and he groaned, his head falling back against the bathroom wall, his throat working as he swallowed.
“Tell me what you like,” I said quietly, stroking once, twice. “I want to make this good for you.”
“It’s already good.” His hand came down to rest on my head, not pushing, but resting there. “Anything you do is going to be good. I already know your mouth is perfect.”
I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip, tasting salt. His body jerked.
Emboldened, I took him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Aves.”
The first thing I noticed was how he responded to every little thing I did. When I swirled my tongue around the head, his fingers tightened in my hair. When I took him deeper, a sound escaped his throat that I felt all the way down to my toes. He was so responsive, so vocal, and it made me want to learn every single thing that made him lose control.
I started to find a rhythm, using my hand where my mouth couldn’t reach, sliding easily from the lubrication of my saliva. Liam’s breathing went ragged above me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, low enough that hopefully no one passing by would hear. “Sunshine, that’s… God, just like that.”
I hummed around him, and his hips jerked involuntarily. He immediately tried to still himself.
“Sorry, sorry?—”
