Fueled by lust and excitement, Liam brought us back down to the lobby where Ramon was waiting to see us out.
Ramon winked at me and said, ‘Watch this one, he’s defective.’
‘Shut it, man,’ Liam growled, and Ramon put up his hands and backed away comically even though he topped Liam’s not-inconsiderable height by about three inches.
I didn’t want to acknowledge the tug to realize that I wouldn’t be meeting Ramon again. One weekend. And it was almost over.
Chapter Ten
The bike ride back to the apartment felt otherworldly. The late-Saturday-evening streets of Manhattan were empty and Liam took a backstreets route where I could see people sitting outside buzzing cafés laughing and talking. And as much as I was seduced by those scenes, I was more seduced by the idea of being alone with Liam again.
The finiteness of the weekend weighed heavily now, and when we arrived at the apartment and got off the bike, he pulled me into him to kiss me. I clung to him and kissed him back with a fervour that felt more than a little desperate.
He even drew back and said, ‘Hey, slow down, Ryan.’
I made a face at him, but when we got into the apartment he was the one who was desperate, yanking and pulling at clothes until we were both naked and panting. He led me to the shower and turned the spray to hot, pulling me under with him.
Steam surrounded us in seconds, the hot water sluicing down over Liam’s taut muscles. He was mouth-watering. All over. His thick unruly hair lying flat against his head.
‘Turn around.’
I did, with a delicious shiver, and saw him take some soap from a container. When he stepped close and those big hands cupped my breasts, I bit my lip. Then he was reaching down, between my legs, long fingers moving back and forth along where I was slick again with arousal.
‘Liam,’ I protested weakly, ‘I don’t think my legs—’
‘Shh. Stop thinking or talking.’
My mouth clamped shut. My arse cheeks quivered at the thought that he might spank me again. Obediantly under the pressure of his hands, I moved my legs farther apart.
Fingers pinched a nipple and two fingers plunged deep inside me. I moaned, my hips moving of their own accord. Those wicked fingers moved in and out with ruthless precision.
I could feel Liam’s cock, hard, moving against my bum. As if reading my dirty mind, he took his hands away for a moment and came closer. I had to spread my hands on the wall of the shower to brace myself. He pulled my cheeks apart and thrust up between them. It felt shockingly close to him thrusting into my ass and for someone who’d never even contemplated anal sex, my lower body certainly seemed to be very curious. But he didn’t go further. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.
And then his hand was back on my breast, squeezing the sensitive flesh, and those fingers were making my legs tremble as they thrust deep into my pussy again.
That delicious tightening feeling was taking over.
And then Liam turned me around. I was breathing hard. I hadn’t even noticed that the shower was turned off. The steam surrounded us in damp heat. He caged me in with his hands over my head and kissed me. I was hungry, ravenous for him, hands looking for and finding his cock and gripping it, stroking him.
His mouth moved down, trailing over my jaw, the side of my mouth, my neck, shoulder...and then my breasts. He lifted each one and sucked my nipples deep into his mouth, rolling them, flicking, nipping gently.
And then, gently, he took my hands off him and disappeared from my eyeline. He was kneeling at my feet. His expression was intent. Gorgeous. The hard bones of his face stood out.
His cock was heavy between his legs, awesome. I wanted to slide down the wall.
But then Liam took my leg and lifted it, hooking it over his shoulder, opening me up to him. I put my hands on his shoulders, breath quickening. He pressed his mouth against me, and for a moment I held my breath and then I felt his tongue, rough, licking all along my sex.
Both of his hands came to my ass and cupped it, forcing my legs more apart and thrusting me forward, into his face and onto that wicked tongue. My hands were in his hair, tangling, gripping.
His tongue laved me, exploring through the folds of my sex, finding
where my arousal was oozing and thrusting to taste more. The tightness inside me was escalating. Coiling deeper and deeper, gathering intensity.
He flicked my clit with his stiff tongue and I shuddered. I was vaguely aware that I was making noises, like some kind of animal but didn’t care.
Then Liam slid one hand around from my ass, to between my legs, working two fingers inside me. I could hear the sound of my own desire as he slowly started to thrust them in and out. I was moaning now, hips circling impatiently. His mouth was on my clit, sucking it, making the nerves quiver and throb, meanwhile those fingers were thrusting faster and faster, deeper.
I wanted more but I couldn’t speak. My buttocks were clenching, my whole world was reduced to right here and now and this man and his wicked tongue and hands.