Always Yours (Roommate Duet 6)

“This is much better,” he whispers against my skin, placing light kisses along my inner thighs before he returns to his place of solitude. With my hands in fists, I grab the comforter, knowing the orgasm is building fast and hard. It’s obvious Liam knows it too because when my back arches, he increases his pace, waging war on my pussy with his mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes…Liam,” I breathe out, my entire body seizing as I fall deeper.

“Come on my tongue, baby,” Liam demands. “I can tell you’re close.”

Deep groans release from me as the orgasm nearly catapults me into a different dimension. I feel as if I’m floating before I fall back to reality. My eyes flutter open, exhilaration courses through my veins, and I pull off the makeshift blindfold and peer at him with an insatiable amount of want and need. He stands, then leans over my body, guiding his hand to my breast and playing with my nipple ring. Resting against the mattress as he devours my lips, I can taste my arousal on him.

Straightening up, Liam starts to undress, but I stand to help him, wobbly on my feet. I unclasp and unzip his pants before pushing them down with his boxers. Within moments, he’s completely naked and hard in my palm. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I take his length into my mouth, paying extra close attention to the tip as I gently massage his balls. His head rolls back as he lets out animalistic grunts. My goal is to pleasure him like he’s mother fucking royalty, not leaving an inch of his cock unworshipped.

Liam runs his fingers through my hair, and I push away to look up at him.

“I need to feel you more than I need to breathe,” he growls, tracing my jaw with his thumb. Before he can command me, I move up the bed, giving him space to come to me. Slowly, he enters me, and I adjust my body to take all of him. I finally went and saw my doctor after Sophie and Lennon scolded me about it, which I knew was the smart thing to do. Getting on birth control means we don’t have to frantically find a condom. His width and length nearly break me in two as he takes it slow and steady, making love to me, not fucking me like a weekend pleasure. Though, we’ve shared several of those moments. But right now, it’s different. It’s personal and intense, the pure emotion releasing from my breathless pants. I scratch my fingernails down his back as he pounds into me, giving me everything he has, and though I’ve got all of him, I want more. I need more of him.

“Liam, more,” I whisper. Another orgasm begs to take hold, building, ready to spill over, and then I lose all control, which only encourages him to continue. I’m nearly blinded by passion, by love, by him. It’s so strong, I can barely breathe, but my feelings for Liam have always felt overpowering. With an arched back, I ride the wave, never wanting to lose the high he brings me to.

“I love you,” he says against my neck, and I feel it in his body. He’s close.

“I love you too,” I repeat. The words come straight from the heart, forged from deep within my soul. I dig my heels into his ass, encouraging him to break me in half. It’s as if he momentarily finds his second wind before he sucks in a deep breath and completely unravels inside me. I lift and kiss his jaw, and we both let out a satisfied sigh, like drug addicts who got their fix. We both know it’s only temporary, though.

After we take a shower together, washing each other’s bodies from head to toe, Liam and I crawl into bed. My heart has finally slowed to a steady pace, and I feel myself drift off to sleep.

The next morning, I’m woken to the sound of eggs frying. The little cabin was stocked with food for the weekend, but I didn’t think Liam would make me breakfast. I should’ve, though, because it’s one of our things at home. Hurrying, I slip on one of his T-shirts and walk into the kitchen where he’s cooking with a cup of coffee in one hand and a spatula in the other.

“Sleeping Beauty is awake,” he teases with a grin.

“I feel sex drunk.” I laugh, trying to smooth down my hair. I do the best I can, then decide to just go with it. Liam’s seen the good, the bad, and the ugly when it comes to me, and somehow, he hasn’t run away yet. It’s official. He’s a keeper.

I sit at the small bar, and he hands me a cup of English Breakfast tea. “Fancy,” I murmur before taking a sip. The cracking sounds of the fireplace pop in the background, and I turn around and look at the huge window. Snow is covering everything now, and it’s no longer a light dusting. A smile touches my lips because I know this was Sophie’s wedding wish. Hallmark really ruined her, but hell, it ruined me too because I wouldn’t mind this one bit for mine.