“You know I wanted to fuck you that night. That was the first time I couldn’t hide it, Sash,” Liam sneered. “You had my dick hard as a fucking rock and I couldn’t throw you against the wall and bury myself in your pussy like I wanted so I found someone else to take it out on. Don’t pretend you didn’t figure that out.” The heat of his voice seared my skin. I wet my lips, catching the breath I hadn’t even realized I’d lost.
“I know, Liam,” I finally muttered. “But it’s still… hard for me to get out of my head. It’s hard for me to think about all the girls that throw themselves at you every night.”
Liam tilted his head just so, studying me as he fingered the hem of my T-shirt. I bit my lip as he played with it, tugging the cotton so that it strained thin against my breasts. “What do you care about other girls?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, though I did. The truth was that for as long as I could remember, I’d felt possessive of Liam, despite having no right whatsoever. My heart beat faster when my friends flirted, sitting on his lap and rubbing his shoulders. My stomach lurched when they told me their plans to seduce him. And that was before I’d gotten a taste of him myself – before I’d put myself out there and bared myself naked for him. I didn’t realize there was room to feel even more attached to Liam, but apparently, there was.
“Answer my question, Sasha.” Liam pulled my shirt till the neckline stretched down the curve of my breasts, hooking on my pert nipple. “And don’t lie to me,” he muttered, licking his lips when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. “Tell me why the other girls matter to you,” he murmured, rumbling with arousal when he gave a last yank on my shirt to reveal my nipple. Taking it between his fingers, he pinched. I gasped as he growled his demand. “Talk to me.”
“I’m jealous,” I hissed under my breath at Liam, wincing at the pleasure and pain that radiated from my tight peak. I squirmed, hot need throbbing between my legs as Liam rolled me between his fingers.
“Yeah?” he grinned, satisfied with my tortured reply. “Well. I can tell you right now, Sash,” he dipped me back and squeezed my breast, “that there’s no girl,” he wrapped his lips around my nipple, “or woman,” he sucked languorously, “who comes close to getting my dick as hard as you do without even trying.” He moved his hand to my other breast, massaging as his teeth nipped lightly at me, sending chills down the rest of my body. “There are girls who’ll never forget your name because I said it while fucking them in my bed. I’ve wanted you since I met you, Sash. I’ve jerked off to a million memories of you – some dress you wore, the way you said my name. The way your tits felt when you hugged me. The little sounds that come out of your mouth when you stretch. Every fucking thing you do gets me off. It’s fucking ridiculous. I’ve never wanted anything the way I wanted you and now that I’ve finally felt you,” Liam peeled my shirt up over my head and cupped my ribs as he kissed my swollen breasts. “There’s no goddamned way I can settle for anything less. So trust me, Sasha,” he undid my jeans with one hand, “when I say you don’t have to worry about the other girls.”
With that he crushed his lips over mine. I moaned as I finally tasted Liam, his kiss immediately dominating me. I was vaguely aware of my surroundings as he swept his tongue through my mouth, lifting me up in his arms. A gust of cold air hit my back as Liam kicked his bedroom door open. He threw me on his bed and buried his face in my neck, licking my skin and groaning. “Every inch, Sasha,” Liam growled, kissing down my collarbone to my breast. “I need to taste every fucking inch of you,” he rasped, moving wolfishly down my body till he’d licked a trail down to my parting thighs. There was no warning before he ran the flat of his tongue over the length of my seam. I cried to the ceiling, fisting handfuls of his sheets as he slid his hands under my ass to better present my sex to his mouth. “Fuck, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Liam groaned, lapping greedily at me, his tongue giving attention to every last inch of my aching pussy. “You taste like fucking honey,” he growled. I moaned, my hands pulsing hard around his sheets. Because there was nothing slow or gentle about his touch. His mouth devoured me immediately, laving at me, drawing hot, wet circles over my throbbing clit. “Fuck, Sash, I knew you’d taste like fucking heaven.” Liam’s words tore from his chest as he buried himself in me, sparking my every sense to life. The taste of his kiss lingered on my lips. I sucked on it as I reveled in his scent, in his sounds and his long, hungry strokes between my legs.
“God – Lia
m!” His name ripped from my throat as his tongue teased my opening before sliding inside me. My eyes shot wide open. Ho-ly. Shit. Liam thrust deep inside me – so deep I could hardly process what was happening. I didn’t know this kind of pleasure existed. I never knew it even possible. My back arched completely, the top of my head flat on the mattress as Liam’s tongue pumped firmly inside me, drawing the wildest, most untamed cries from my lips.
“Christ, you’re fucking tight,” Liam groaned, returning his tongue to my clit and sliding his fingers into my pussy, merciless as he licked and thrust, his pace unrelenting till he felt my walls clench tight around him. “That’s right. Come for me, baby,” Liam rasped his demand, pulling away to watch my orgasm crash over me without warning, seizing every muscle in my body. The sweltering release launched me into another world. I shook the whole bed, crying his name with his every growl for me to do so. He kept his fingers inside me as he kissed me, gentle but passionate, grinning against me every time my pussy pulsed around him. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking sexy when you come,” he murmured. “I could listen to those sounds all fucking day.”
I bit my smile back as I finally caught my breath, clinging to Liam’s neck and feeling his bulge grow against my thigh. “Now let me hear you,” I murmured, cupping the swell of his package and watching his lip twitch with hot need.
“Fuck. I think we have a couple orders of business to take care of before I fuck you.”
“What do you mean?”
A wickedly sexy half-smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “No condoms, Sasha. That pussy’s going to take every last drop of my cum when I fuck you. Whenever I want, wherever I want.”
His words alone had another orgasm mounting in my core. “Okay,” I breathed uselessly, my eyes lingering on the clear outline of his hard-on. It was fully erect and snaked impressively down the right leg of his jeans. “But I was still hoping to make you come tonight.”
Liam gave that sexy smirk. “You will,” he murmured, releasing his cock from its confines. Its smooth length sprang out impatiently and I watched in awe as Liam proceeded to bring my oldest fantasy to life, wrapping his hand around his shaft and furiously jerking off over my body. He helped himself to handfuls of my tits, my hair – whatever he wanted till he brought himself to the edge. I gasped in anticipation, his muscles flexed, his six-pack rippling as he burst to a finish over me, grunting like an animal with every thick ribbon of cum he draped over my stomach. “Goddamn, Sash,” Liam groaned as he gazed down at me, his eyes tracing the lines of pearly white on my skin.
“Liam,” I breathed, arching my back for him as he wiped me clean with his boxers. I was in a state of euphoria but it was every bit like my rigid self to search my mind for something to worry about despite my bliss. What I came up with was the advice Aria had given me at her apartment. “Liam, wait.”
“Yes?”
“You can’t fuck me unless you promise you won’t let Riley find out.”
He cocked an eyebrow at my threatening words. “Is that right?” Suddenly, he was on top of me, grinning and groping my tits. I gasped as he muttered his words an inch from my lips. “I will fuck you no matter what, Sasha.”
I shoved him playfully. “Riley cannot find out!” I hissed, but I fell back against the bed as he kneaded me and kissed my neck. “Keep it a secret from her and while we’re at it, all the girls who are obsessed with you because I know they’re crazy enough to take it out on me. Make me that one promise, Liam, please,” I breathed, feeling his hands all over my body.
“Fine,” he murmured into my skin. "As long as you make me a promise of your own.”
“Fine.”
“No running from me like you did tonight,” he grinned against my neck. “Chasing only makes me fuck harder, babe. And I promise I’ll be fucking you hard enough as it is.”
Chapter Seven
After calling the other night an episode of “booze-induced bitchiness,” Jenna insisted on buying dinner for both Aria and me. “It’s the least I can do for coming off so aggressive,” she said. “It’s just that I’m a type-A personality. I can’t even help it sometimes.”
The Japanese restaurant Jenna picked was swanky and expensive but I quickly sniffed out the ulterior motives upon checking its address – it was just three blocks from Liam’s gym. I had a feeling she hoped to doll up, swing by after dinner and prance around in front of the boys in her short skirt and high heels. Armed with that suspicion, I still agreed to go. Aria grew up with Jenna and lived to give her all the second chances in the world, and for Aria, I’d do almost anything. Plus, Liam and I had both just finished taking care of our no-condom business with proper check-ups and prescriptions – meaning sex was literally just around the corner. So actually, I didn’t mind the idea of strutting around the gym after dinner. I’d spent the morning dreaming of being fucked behind the bar by Liam while serving customers – bizarre, but strangely hot – so I was absolutely dying to see him, basically counting down the hours till he finished training.
Luckily, dinner helped kill time. The second the bill was paid, Jenna was hinting at going to see Liam. Aria nudged me under the table, smirking as Jenna cooed down at a tiny smudge on the front of her dress. “Oh shoot, I spilled on myself. Let’s go swing by the gym. I wanna scrub this stain out in the locker room.”
Aria snorted. “Why don’t you just use the bathroom here?”