He hummed in approval, his hands tightening on my thighs to hold me open while he did it again. And again. His tongue flicked against the swollen bud, fast then slow, building me up and easing off until I was writhing beneath him, my hips trying to grind against his face despite his grip.
“Please,” I breathed. “Liam, please don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He pushed two fingers inside me while his tongue continued its assault on my clit—curling them against that spot deep inside me that made my vision go white. I could feel myself clenching around his fingers,could feel how wet I was by the slick sounds of him pumping into me. My thighs clamped around his head, my hands fisted in his hair, and I came with his name on my lips—a wave of pleasure so intense my entire body seized, my inner walls pulsing around his fingers as I shook apart.
He didn’t pull away. He gentled his mouth, easing me through the aftershocks with soft, barely there licks, and then started building me up again before I’d fully come down. This time he used just his tongue—no fingers, no urgency—lapping at me slow and steady, tracing circles around my oversensitive clit until the second orgasm crested like a tide, rolling through me in waves that left me boneless and gasping, my thighs trembling against his stubbled jaw.
When he finally lifted his head, his chin was slick and his eyes were blazing.
“Can you think straight?” he asked, his voice ragged.
“I can’t think at all.”
His grin was wicked and satisfied as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Good.”
I reached for him, pulling him up my body, tasting myself on his lips when I kissed him. I could feel him straining against his shorts, impossibly hard, and I wanted him inside me with a desperation that bordered on irrational.
“Condom,” I managed between kisses.
He pulled one from his wallet and stripped off his shorts and boxer briefs in record time. No matter how many times I saw him naked, the sight always hit me like a sucker punch. All that toned, athletic muscle, the V-cut of his hips, his cock thick and flushed and straining toward his stomach. He tore the foil open and rolled the condom on, and when his gaze met mine, the intensity in it made my heart stutter.
“Time to go for a ride, Sunshine.” Helay down on his back and my heart hammered as I climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs. I wrapped my hand around him—God, he was thick—and felt him pulse against my palm as I positioned him at my entrance, rubbing the head through my slick folds, and watched his jaw go tight with the effort of holding still.
“Stop teasing,” he gritted out, his fingers digging into my thighs. “I’ve been hard for you all day, and I need to feel you before I lose my ever-loving mind.”
I sank down slowly, taking him inch by agonizing inch, feeling every ridge of him stretching me open. The burn was exquisite—that perfect edge between too much and not enough that made my eyes roll back and a moan slip past my lips.
His head fell back against the pillow, a guttural groan rumbling from his chest. “Fuck. Fuck, yes. You feel so fucking good.”
I paused when I was fully seated in his lap with him buried as deep as he could go. My inner walls clenched around him involuntarily, and he hissed through his teeth. This was what I’d asked for—being on top so I could see his face. And his face was everything. His jaw was clenched, a muscle twitching in his cheek, his eyes half-lidded and fixed on me with adoration and need.
I filed the image away somewhere safe in my memory—Liam beneath me, completely undone, looking at me like I was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. Whatever happened after this summer, whatever ending we were barreling toward, no one could take this from me. This was mine.
“You take my cock so well, Sunshine,” he breathed, his hands settling on my hips—not guiding, just holding. “So fucking sexy like this.”
I lifted myself slowly, almost letting him slip free, then sank back down in one smooth roll of my hips. The friction of him dragging against my sensitive walls sent pleasure spiraling through me and dragged a sound from him that I wanted to bottle and keep, like he was on the verge of losing his mind. I found a rhythm—slow, rolling movements that let me control the angle, depth, and pace. Every time I sank down, he hit that spot deep inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. I shifted my hips slightly, chasing the angle that felt best, and when I found it—God, when I found it—I couldn’t stop the whimper that tore from my throat.
“Fuck, look at you.” His voice was wrecked, his thumbs tracing circles on my hip bones. “Look at you taking me like this. Riding my cock like you were made for it.” His gaze dropped to where our bodies were joined, watching himself disappear inside me with every roll of my hips. “So fucking sexy. So wet I can feel you dripping down my balls.”
I braced my hands on his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath my palms, and picked up the pace. His hands slid up my sides and cupped my breasts, his thumbs rolling over my nipples before pinching them—just hard enough to make me gasp and clench around him.
“Liam…I’m close?—”
“I know. I can feel you squeezing me.” He pulled me flush against him so my clit ground against his pelvis with every movement, and used his hips to take over thrusting inside me hard and fast, finding a pace that brought my orgasm to a fever pitch. His mouth found my neck, and his teeth scraped over that spot that always undid me. “Come for me, Sunshine. Want to feel this pretty pussy come all over my cock.”
I rode him harder, chasing the building pressure. His hips met mine, thrusting up as I came down, and the newdepth changed everything. The orgasm hit me fast and hard—my entire body seizing, my inner walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that had him groaning against my throat.
“That’s it,” he groaned, holding me tight as I shook apart in his arms. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
Before the aftershocks had even faded, he shifted. In one fluid motion, he lifted me off him, laid me face down on the mattress, and pulled my hips up until I was on my knees, ass in the air, face pressed into the pillow.
“Remember what else you asked for?” His hand smoothed down my spine, over the curve of my ass, and then lower—two fingers sliding through my soaking folds from behind, making me jerk.
“Yes.” My voice came out breathless, muffled by the pillow. I remembered all too clearly. I’d wanted him to take me from behind, pull my hair, and tell me I was his.
The thick head of his cock was notching against my entrance and he pushed inside me in one deep, devastating stroke that made me cry out. This position allowed him to hit places inside me I’d never known existed. I could feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me so completely it bordered on overwhelming.
“Jesus,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips, holding me still while he was buried to the hilt. “You take me so well. Like your body was made just for me.”
