Playboy Prince

Only for tonight, maybe.

But for tonight.

I climb into his lap, my legs around his thighs, my pelvis over his. He's hard against me.

And, fuck, it feels good.

I need it. All of it. All of him.

He pulls my top over my head. Runs his fingers against my collarbone as he looks me up and down. "Fuck, Bri—"

My blush deepens.

"Fucking perfect." He kisses me hard as he brings his hand to my chest. He teases with brushes of his thumb. Up and down. Left and right. Back and forth.

I groan against his mouth.

He toys with me again and again, winding me tighter and tighter, until I'm sure I'm going to break.

Then he moves to my other nipple and he teases me just as mercilessly.

I rock my hips, grinding against him. There are three layers of fabric in the way. It's three too many.

I need to wrap my hand around him. I need to taste him. I need to feel him inside me.

"Please." I rock against him again. "Please, Liam. Fuck me."

"Not yet."

A whine falls from my lips.

"Bri, baby, you have no idea how badly I can tease you."

Baby. He's said it in jest before. But this—

Fuck.

"I won't if you don't like it. Well-" He presses his lips to my neck. "Not this time."

"Liam."

"I've been dreaming about this." His lips brush my collarbone. "For too fucking long." His thumbs hook into the waistband of my shorts. "Off."

I raise my hips.

He pushes the shorts off my ass.

I kick them aside.

Then I do away with my panties.

I'm naked, in bed, with Liam Pierce.

I'm out of my fucking mind, and I don't care.

"Every time you wear a skirt." He kisses a line down my stomach. "I think about diving between your legs, peeling your panties to your ankles, licking you until you're groaning my name."

"Me too."

"Greedy."

"I am."

"Bad girl." His voice is a purr. All approval. All desire. "I'm going to have to punish you for that."

"Liam—"

"Later. Right now, you need to come on my face." Liam pushes my thighs apart and lowers himself between my legs.

He presses his lips to my inner thigh.

Then higher.

Softer.

So soft I can barely feel it.

Closer and closer and closer.

His lips brush my clit. A whisper of a touch.

Then harder.

The flick of his tongue.

A groan falls from my lips. It's been a long time. Too long.

"Fuck, you taste good." He pins my thighs to the bed. Then he brings his tongue to my clit.

He licks me with steady strokes.

Soft to start.

Then harder.

Higher.

Right.

Left.

There.

"Fuck." My nails scrape his shoulders. His back.

He groans against me.

I find the back of his head. Knot my hand in his hair.

He goes to that perfect spot and he works me with steady strokes.

Again and again.

Every flick of his tongue winds me tighter.

Tighter.

His nails scrape my inner thighs.

I tug at his hair.

Almost.

Almost—

There. I groan his name as I come. My sex pulses against his lips. Pleasure spills through my pelvis, stomach, thighs.

All the way to my fingers and toes.

Every part of me feels awake and alive.

He works me through my orgasm, then he presses his lips to my inner thigh. "Better than I imagined." He reaches for something. The condom. "So much better."

"Fuck."

He tears the wrapper with his teeth. "Spread your legs."

"Lose the boxers."

He half-smiles, still Liam, still ridiculous, even here. "Help me."

I sit up. Bring my hands to the waistband of his boxers. Push them off his hips.

Fuck.

No wonder he's cocky all the time.

That's—

Fuck.

Liam groans as I wrap my hand around his cock.

He feels so good in my hands. Thick and warm and hard.

I run my thumb over his tip then I pump him with a steady stroke.

"Fuck, Bri—" His eyelids flutter closed. "On your back. I need to fuck you."

I need him to fuck me. I pump him one more time, then I release him, lower myself onto my back.

He does away with his boxers, then he rolls the condom over his cock.

Liam lowers his body onto mine.

Chest, stomach, pelvis.

The weight of his body sinks into mine. Hard and safe and strong.

Then his cock brushes against me.

Fuck.

My eyes close.

My fingers dig into his back.

He fills me slowly, one sweet inch at a time.

He feels so good inside me.

Too fucking good.

He stays there, for a moment, then he pulls back and drives into me again.

Slowly to start.

Then faster.

Harder.

I wrap my legs around his hips. I rock to meet him, pushing him deeper, pulling him closer.

"Fuck." It falls off his lips like poetry. "You feel good." His lips brush my neck. "I'm going to be fast. I've been dreaming about this too long."

"You have hands."

He smiles. "I like you greedy." His teeth scrape my neck. "Don't dare me, baby. I'll do it. I'll wear you out. I'll make you come until you're begging me to stop."

My nails dig into his back. "Liam—"

"Let me take a minute." His voice lowers to a purr. "Let me savor this."