Getting Off

Liam pointed to the low bed and growled softly, ‘Don’t make me say it again, Ryan.’

I got onto the futon on all fours, my ass facing him. Jesus, I was a sick puppy that this was turning me on so much. But I was a sick puppy who really really wanted to know what Liam would do. I could feel my arousal between my legs. Hot. Wet. Could he see it?

I saw Liam come in front of me on his knees and his cock was in his fist, pointing straight at me, veins standing out in bold relief, moisture glistening at the head.

‘Suck me.’

My sex jerked. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. I lifted a hand, but Liam took it away and said curtly, ‘No hands.’

So I put it back down and concentrated on letting him rest in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bulbous head. He tasted salty and musky. I took him deeper and heard him moan softly. I let him fall out of my mouth and bent my head so that I could lick his balls. He hissed, and I ran my tongue up the vein on the underside of his cock. He was swelling, getting even harder.

‘That’s enough.’ Liam’s voice was hoarse.

He grabbed for something on the floor and it was a T-shirt. ‘On your elbows, bring your hands together.’

I complied. He wound it around my hands until they were effectively bound. My blood rate tripled. Then he moved, and I heard him rip a packet for a condom.

He was behind me now. ‘I want your ass high in the air.’

I must have moved too slowly and I jerked in shock when I felt a swift slap being delivered. I tensed with the aftershock at first and then Liam smoothed a hand over the stinging skin.

‘Okay?’ he asked gruffly, and I felt him bend down to press a kiss to the small of my back just as I realized that I loved it. There was something intensely exposing about being like this before him, but also something incredibly freeing.

I nodded and whispered, ‘Fine.’ Please do that again. But I couldn’t say it, not yet.

Every nerve ending was tingling as the sting died away and I felt the cheek of my ass get warm. Vaguely it occurred to me that there was something about the fact that I’d had to be good and such a peacemaker for so long that at the first chance to be slightly bold and invite punishment, I was revelling in it.

As if reading my mind, he slapped my other cheek. Electricity sparked up and down my spine. I felt his hair-roughened thighs behind mine as he spread them wide. I groaned softly as delicious tension coiled deep inside. He reached around under me to cup and tweak a breast, fingers pinching first one nipple then the other. As if linked directly to my pussy, I felt moisture gush.

‘You’re so wet. For me.’

I bit my lip. I felt so wanton. Dirty. Aroused. Sexy.

He drew his cock up and down my sex. I imagined it getting lubricated with my juices. My arms almost gave way and that earned me another sharp slap.

‘Please,’ I moaned, pushing my bottom back against him, feeling the head of his cock againt me. I circled my hips. Teasing. I felt incoherent.

‘I thought about this the other night,’ Liam husked. ‘I wanted you so badly that I wanted to take you like this.’

His words made me weak to think of him wanting me that badly. That he wanted to fuck me. It was so...naughty.

And then he was there, holding my hips firm, and thrusting into me so hard and fast that I had to bite down on the T-shirt tied around my hands to stop from screaming as Liam pulled out, all the way, and then slammed back in again.

He set up a relentless rhythm. Keeping me on the edge of a precipice I’d never come this close to before. The slide of his powerful body in and out of mine was making me mindless.

Pressure was building and building, so intense that I felt tears prick my eyes. Every sinew in my body was straining to touch something just out of reach. My hips were circling, grinding against him.

‘Jesus, Caitlin.’

He sounded as wild as I felt.

Then he was pushing me down flat, thrusting into me, deep and fast, and then shallow, before going so deep again that I saw stars. I felt his chest against my back, the slap of his flesh to mine.

My hands had come free of the T-shirt and I was gripping the bedcover in fists, one cheek down on the mattress, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood.

He pushed up one leg so it was bent and I moaned when it changed the angle slightly. I ground my clit into the bed to alleviate the pressure just as Liam reached around under me to touch it, his finger rubbing back and forth, circling, making that pressure build to explosion point as his body thrust so deep inside me I cried out...

I stiffened for an infinitesimal moment, and then suddenly the pressure and ratcheting tension exploded inside me, tearing my whole body apart into a million pieces. I was lifting, soaring, an electric excitement I’d never tasted before climbing up through my body until I thought I might die of its intensity.