Page 91 of Best Kind of Trouble
A shudder of pleasure works through me as he reaches my center, his tongue moving over me without hesitation. He traces the area where I’m so sensitive that every brush of his lips and tongue makes my body quake. He barely pauses to breathe as he throws himself into it, giving it everything. The same way he gave that bag his all, his muscles flexing and bunching as he beat his fists into it.
I’d stopped punching my own bag so I could devour thesight.
He’s sophysical…and it makes me want to exist in my own body more. I’d like to enjoy it with someone else. Withhim. I’ve been thinking about that possibility ever since that night in my office.
No, that’s not totally true.
I’ve been thinking about it since our first day at Silver Star, when we started that list together. But something inside of me ignited when his lips touched mine. I feel it every time he looks at me, every time his fingers brush mine—and the sound of my name in his voice sends shudders of need through me.
It’s also been so long since anyone has lavished attention on me and cared about my pleasure.
My body is starving for it.
Just for tonight. He can be yours tonight.
He surprises me by wrapping a hand around my hip, burying his face between my legs as he continues to suck and stroke me with his tongue. A tingling sensation washes through me, and I lean my head back into the wall, suddenly afraid I won’t be able to keep my feet.
What if I tumble off the bench and onto the floor?
What if he gets tired of kneeling there?
What if putting his mouth on me secretly disgusts him?
“You don’t have to do this, Liam, you?—”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, lifting his head but taking over with his hand. He makes delicate circles and thrusts a thick finger inside.
“I’m going to fall.”
“I’ll catch you.”
“I’m worried it’s too much for you.” I pant as he moves his finger inside of me.
“Then you’re worried about the wrong thing, Princess,” he says, his pupils still dilated. “Because it’s not nearly enough.”
He stares up at me as he presses his mouth to me again, sucking in and swirling with his tongue—and I reach down and grip his hair. That anchor to him calms me and allows me to lose myself to him.
I let the sensations take over, and it’s barely a minute later that I feel a gush of deep, overwhelming pleasure that has my mouth falling open and inhuman sounds tumbling out. I press into his mouth rather than worry I’m going to smother him. When the quaking finally passes, he gently guides my leg down and then lays one final kiss before getting to his feet.
His smile is smug as he leans forward and kisses me.
I thought I’d be disgusted. No one has ever kissed me after doingthatbefore. But it makes the need inside of me burn hotter.
“I thought you should know how good you taste,” he says in a fevered whisper as he gathers my hair in his hand and kisses me more deeply, pulling me against his body with a command that makes my knees go weak again. He lifts me off the bench easily, our mouths still connected, and sets me on my feet.
I reach down for the button of his pants, and he smiles against my mouth as I fumble with it before getting it loose.
I tug down the zipper, and seconds later he has his pants and underwear pushed down. He springs into my hand, already so hard it takes my breath away. He’s big, not that I’m surprised. Everything about him is big, and I’ve felt him against me, nudging me, telling me without words how much he wants me.
“I have an IUD,” I whisper, “and I got tested after…” His jaw clenches. “Well, you know. But you…maybe we shouldn’t.”
“I haven’t been with anyone for months,” he says. My breath catches. From the way Hannah talked, I thought he was sexing women up left and right, but I’ve never known Liam to be anything but honest.
“Does this mean you want me to fuck you, Briar?” he continues. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I…want you to fuck me.”
His mouth closes over mine, and I whimper into it when he finally unclasps my bra, on the first try.
