Playboy Prince

I need every inch of her against every inch of me.

This room isn't private, but it's a big fucking house, and we have time.

I pull her shirt over her head.

She does away with her bra. Tugs my t-shirt over my head.

I wrap my arms around her and pin her to the wall.

Briar kisses me hard, her tongue swirling around mine, her hand knotting in my hair.

I want to stay here forever, locked with her in this place that makes perfect sense, on the precipice of an ocean of pleasure.

But my body is impatient. Too fucking impatient.

"Turn around." My voice drops to something low and demanding. A tone I rarely use. It's too honest. Too vulnerable.

With anyone else, it would be terrifying.

With Briar—

It's still terrifying. Free fall.

But staying still is scarier.

I can't lose her. I can't lose this. I can't lose anything else, but I really can't lose her.

"Don't make me ask twice, baby." The demand feels strange on my tongue. Too fucking right and too fucking wrong.

Her breath hitches in her throat. She barely nods. Turns. Puts her hands on the wall.

Reading my fucking mind.

I place my body behind hers. For one perfect moment, I soak in the feeling of her ass against my cock, her body arched into mine, the two of us on the precipice.

Then I undo the button of her jeans, roll them to her thighs, push her panties off her ass.

I slip my hand between her legs. "You always get this wet, baby?"

"No."

"Only for me?"

"Yes." She rocks against my hand.

I slip two fingers inside her.

Briar lets out a soft gasp. Her fingers curl into the wall. Her back arches, pushing me deeper.

She's ready—wet and pliable—but I warm her up anyway. I push my hand deeper, pull back, do it again and again.

"Liam—" She drops one arm. Wraps her hand around my wrist. "I need you inside me." Her fingers curl into my skin. "Please."

Maybe a stronger man could resist her, but I can't. Not with all the need in her voice. "Say it again."

"I need you inside me." She holds my hand in place as she rocks against it. "Please."

"Hands on the wall."

She returns her hand to position slowly.

I undo my button. Push my jeans and boxers from my hips in one swift motion.

My hands go to her hips. Slowly, I pull her into position.

She groans as my tip strains against her. "Fuck." Her fingers curl into the wall. "Please."

I need to hear it again. I need to soak in every letter. I dig my nails into her hips, pull back, tease her again.

Again.

Again.

"Please, Liam." Her voice drops to a whine. "Please fuck me."

In one swift motion, I drive into her.

Her breath hitches.

My fingers curl into her skin.

This is right. Where we both belong. Where the entire world makes sense.

My thoughts disappear.

My body takes over.

I bring my lips to her neck. Tease her with soft flicks of my tongue. With one hand, I hold her against me. I bring the other to her chest, toy with her nipples as I drive into her.

She rocks her hips to meet me, driving me deeper, pulling me closer.

She feels too fucking good. Warm and sweet and mine.

It fills the space.

The only warm, safe, beautiful thing in the fucking house.

Briar West's body joined with mine.

Briar West under my thumb.

Briar West coming on my cock.

Fuck. I need her coming on my cock.

I bring my lips to her ear. "Touch yourself, baby." I draw a circle around her nipple. "I want to feel you come."

She responds with a groan. Her hand slips between her legs. Right to the spot where she needs it.

She rubs herself with steady circles.

I drive into her again and again.

Again and again.

Until her groans run together and her nails scratch the fucking wall. Then she's there, groaning my name as she comes, her cunt pulsing around my cock, her bliss filling the room.

The entire world perfect and pure.

She pulls me over the edge with her. With my next thrust, I come. I work through my orgasm, groaning her name into her neck, spilling every fucking drop.

Pleasure spills through my senses. Everything is bliss. The air, the ground, the sound of her groan, the feel of her skin against mine.

I hold her close as I catch my breath.

"Fuck." She reaches back. Runs her fingers over my thigh. "Fuck, Liam."

"Yeah."

Slowly, she untangles our bodies. Slips back into her panties and jeans.

I fix my jeans, then I pull her into a tight embrace.

She's still mine.

This still makes sense.

When we leave the room, I don't have a clue.

But here and now, this makes perfect fucking sense. It's the only thing that makes sense.

I offer Briar my bedroom, but she insists she needs a full mirror. She showers, dresses, fixes her hair and makeup in the bathroom in the hall.

After a quick shower, I slip into my suit. It's strange, fixing my tie in my childhood bedroom. Familiar.