When he takes his cock out of my mouth, I take a deep breath, my lungs straining from the lack of air. It’s hard to remember to breathe when twelve inches of cock are ravaging your mouth, that much I can tell you.
There’s an expression of dazzled delight on Liam’s face, and seeing all the pleasure he’s taking from using me, makes my heart beat even faster. I want him to use me more… So much more.
He turns on his heels, my eyes following his naked body. As he moves, his perfect ass cheeks clenching, I bite my lower lip by instinct. God, I can’t help but feel lucky to be right here and right now, with this perfect slice of man. What more could I ask for? As if trying to answer my own question, the memory of the time I spent with Liam and Carter in the limo flashes behind my eyes. You could ask for that, my mind seems to say, bringing to the surface the memory of Liam and Carter’s cocks inside of my mouth.
"Come here," Liam says, derailing my train of thought. He’s sitting on the edge of my bed, an inviting look on his face. I go up to my feet and start walking toward him, my eyes almost unable to stop looking at his hard cock. Christ, I just want to ease myself down on top of it and feel it piercing me.
I go up to Liam, standing in front of him as my chest rises and falls, my lungs working overtime to get the air in. He reaches for me, his hands resting on my ass, and reels me in. Following his lead, I place my knees on the edge of the bed, each by the side of his waist. I sit across his lap, feeling his hard cock brushing against my navel, the desire to impale myself on it growing fiercer.
"I know what you’re thinking," he says, looking me in the eye. "You want me inside of you, and you want it now."
"Yes," I nod, my throat growing dry. His fingers are digging into my ass, stopping me from jumping on top of him and sliding his cock inside of my pussy. He knows that I want it bad and he’s dangling the fact that it’s going to happen soon right in front of me, teasing me.
Still with one hand on my hip, he uses the other one to grab his cock, and then he pushes it down against my pussy. Rubbing his glans against my wet folds, he keeps his eyes focused on me, that mischievous grin on his face.
"I want it now…" I moan, trying to thrust.
"I can see that," he chuckles, keeping me in place. Then, a flicker of deviousness flashing in his eyes, he throws himself back on top of the mattress. "Go ahead then, do your worst, Vivian."
That’s all I need to hear; I grab his cock and, angling it upward, I raise my hips and lower myself over it. His glans pushes against my folds and I throw my head back, gasping as I feel his thickness stretching my insides. His shaft slides inside of me easily, even though it strains against my inner walls all the way, each inch of him making my breath grow ragged.
"Oh, God, yes," I moan, all of his thick inches lodged deep inside of me. His glans is pressed against that secret sweet spot in my pussy, and I start swaying my hips, moving them back and forth. I lean into him, pressing my mouth against his and igniting a frantic kiss; our lips part, opening
up the stage for our tongues to dance and then wrestle against one another. We keep kissing until I can’t do it anymore, his cock claiming all of my attention. "Fuck…" I hiss, digging my fingernails on his chiseled pectorals.
Sitting up straight, I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders as I start to ride him harder. My fingers run down from his pectorals to his abdominals, and I trace every ridge and valley in his muscles, each perfection impossible to compare… Unless, of course, we’re talking about Carter. These two can go toe-to-toe on whatever area you want to compare them in.
Just like that, I find myself missing Carter again. Like a lingering memory in the cellar of my mind, his absence makes my heart grow tight and anxious. What I wouldn’t give for him to be here with us, his hands running all over my naked body while I keep swaying my hips, Liam’s cock fucking me. As good as Liam is, nothing can compare to how I felt during that brief moment in time, both men ready to put their differences aside and do my bidding. I know that it was good to be true, that something like that couldn’t possibly last but… That doesn’t stop me from missing that moment. To the day I die, I’ll never forget about it. Being with Liam is perfect, sure, and the same happens with Carter... But being with the two of them was simply transcendental. It was Heaven.
"Hey, what are you thinking of?" Liam whispers, and I’m brought back to reality. I almost lie and tell him that I’m not thinking of anything, but the look in his eyes somehow brings the truth out of me.
"Carter," I blurt out, not giving my brain enough time to filter out what I’m saying. "It was… different with him. With the two of you." Liam stays silent for a long moment, decoding my words, and I almost regret having said what I just did.
"Yeah… It is different," he finally admits, the thorns in my heart fading away. I didn’t screw it all up by mentioning Carter, thank God. "But I’m here now."
"You are," I smile, feeling his cock pulsing inside of me. I build up my rhythm again, pushing all thoughts of Carter to the back of my mind. It doesn’t take long for my brain to be so busy with all the information my nerve endings are sending it that I become fully focused on the now—the past and the future become abstract concepts, and all that matters is Liam.
I ride Liam as hard as I can, willing my muscles to push past their exhaustion. Wanting to create the perfect storm in my body, I slide my hand down my stomach, and use two fingers to press down on my clit. Rubbing it while I rock my body against Liam’s, I feel the fury of pleasure building in me. I keep pushing myself, knowing that the breaking point is close.
Liam joins forces with me, his hands on my waist as he starts to thrust; I stop moving my hips, allowing him to do the heavy lifting, and just focus on my clit. All it takes is a couple of thrusts from Liam. I throw my head back and let out a mighty scream, the sound of my voice bouncing off the walls and coming back to me. My pussy clenches around his cock, squeezing his shaft tightly, and I feel the spasms of ecstasy crawling under my skin. When the muscles in my throat start complaining from all the screaming, I resort to a low growl, pleasure turning into sound.
"This was…" I start, leaning toward Liam and kissing him gently. "This was--"
"Just the start," he says, completing my sentence. With that, he starts to thrust again, my now sensitive pussy sending stabs of pleasure and pain all over my body. I don’t even have the time to take a deep breath, but that’s okay; the payoff is big enough for me to go without it.
"I like the sound of that," I say with a grin, slowly starting to sway my hips again. As my body recovers from the orgasm, I stop swaying and start jumping up and down his cock, his shaft piercing me violently. I go hard—as hard as can—trying to match the rhythm of his thrusts.
His hands are on my ass, his fingers spread wide as he raises his hands and lowers it back down. The sound of his hand hitting my ass echoes dryly through the room, and he does it again, hard enough to leave a mark. I moan each time his hands fall on my ass, the pain running up my spine as it turns into pleasure.
It doesn’t take long for that sinful energy to start building up in my muscles again, and I do exactly the same as before; I take two fingers and press them on my clit, rubbing it in fast anxious circles. Alongside that electric feeling I feel something else inside of me… A kind of tense pressure that urges me to go harder on my clit. And that’s exactly what I do, Liam smacking my ass once again as my cheeks bounce over his lap.
"That’s it…" Liam whispers, and even though my eyes are closed I can feel the grin he has on his lips. "Don’t stop now, baby. Go all the way," he urges me, almost as if he knows the kind of pressure that’s building inside of me.
When the pressure is almost too much, I hesitate, not knowing if I should go all the way, but then I remember his words, and all hesitancy goes out the window. Riding him hard and still rubbing my clit, I come with a cry of pleasure, my pussy squirting a translucent fluid.
"Oh, God," I moan, my fingers still moving fast over my clit as I squirt. This is insane; I can’t help but think as I look down, my fluids dripping down Liam’s waist. He doesn’t seem to mind though; his satisfied smile couldn’t be any wider even if he tried.
My muscles are still twitching when I roll to the side, completely collapsing on top of the mattress. Liam turns to me, runs his hand through my hair and lays a gentle kiss on my neck.