I pulled back just enough to speak. “Don’t be. I like it.”
And I did. I liked the way he was struggling to hold himself together. I liked the way his thighs were tensing under my hand. I liked the breathy sounds he was making, like every slide of my tongue was undoing him piece by piece.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” he said, his voice choked, and when I looked up, he was watching me with an expression that made my chest ache. Wonder and heat and something else I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen on his face before. “Too good. Don’t want it to stop.”
I gave him a cheeky smile. “Then don’t come yet.”
He huffed out a breathless laugh. “You say that as if it’s easy.”
I took him deeper, relaxing my throat the way I’d read about but never actually tried, and Liam made a sound like I’d punched the air out of him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, if you keep doing that, I’m going to—” His hand tightened in my hair. “I’m so close.”
I didn’t pull away. Instead, I doubled down, moving faster, sucking harder, taking him as deep as I could manage, determined to see this through. This was what I wanted. I wanted to give him this. I wanted to be the one who made him fall apart. I wanted to taste him the way he’d tasted me.
“Fuck, Ava?—”
His whole body went rigid, and then he was coming with a groan that he barely managed to muffle with his fist. I swallowed around him, tasting salt and heat, and kept going until he shuddered through the last aftershocks and gently tugged at my hair to pull me off.
“Come here,” he said, his voice wrecked.
He hauled me up off the floor and kissed me hard, not seeming to care where my mouth had just been. His hands framed my face like I was something precious, and when he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine as we both caught our breath.
“That was…” He shook his head, apparently unable to find words. “You’re incredible. You know that?”
I grinned, feeling lighter than I had all night. “So I can check that one off the list?”
He laughed, the sound slightly disbelieving. “Yeah, Aves. You can definitely check that one off.” His thumb traced my lower lip, still swollen from what I’d been doing. “Let me return the favor.”
“Liam, we’ve already been up here too long?—”
“I don’t care.” His hand was already sliding under my shirt, fingertips skating across my stomach. “I’m not walking out of this bathroom until I’ve made you come at least once.”
“That’s very generous of you.”
“It’s not generous. It’s selfish.” He nipped at my earlobe, making me shiver. “Because nothing gets me off more than watching you fall apart. And I’m desperate to taste you again. I’m fucking addicted.”
How was I supposed to say no to that?
His hands were already working at the button of my jeans, and his mouth was doing wicked things to my neck.
His fingers found me already soaked, and his groan of approval vibrated against my throat. His thumb circled my clit while two fingers slid inside me, curling to hit that spot that made my knees buckle.
I bit down on his shoulder to muffle my moan, and he laughed softly against my ear.
“Gotta be quiet, Aves. Can you do that for me?”
Having to be quiet so I don’t get caught. That was another item on my list. I was two for one tonight.
“Yes,” I gasped, even though I wasn’t sure I could.
He made it his mission to test me. Every stroke of his fingers, every press of his thumb, every filthy word whispered against my skin pushed me closer to the edge. I buried my face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him, and tried desperately not to scream as the pressure built and built.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Come for me, Ava. Let go.”
I shattered, a far too loud moan piercing the air as my body shook through an orgasm that left me boneless and trembling in his arms. He held me through it, stroking me gently as I came down, and when I finally lifted my head, he was looking at me with that expression again.
The one that made me feel like I was the only woman in the world.
