Page 34 of Backup Plan

“Mine is closer, and I need to get the hell out of these heels.”

He brushes his lips across mine. “I was hoping you’d leave them on for me.”

I moan softly, and he thrusts his hips.

“Fuck, Pen. That moan.”

I do it again, and it’s nearly a soft purr, a sound that I’m not quite sure I’ve ever made before.

His lips move to my neck, and he sucks the skin there, giving me a gentle bite before the elevator comes to a stop. He pulls back, and we walk down the hall together, still careful to avoid holding hands since clearly this is the floor that most of the people here for Ev’s bachelorette weekend are on.

I pull out my room key as we walk down the hall, and I glance both ways as I arrive at my door. The hallway is deserted, and we slip unseen into my room.

The second the door closes behind us, he has me up against it, his mouth slamming to mine as his hips thrust against me. He’s wild with lust in much the same way I am. It felt like an interminable evening to get us here. It’s only been two days since the last time we got to do this, and somehow I’m dying with need for him. My arms are wrapped around his waist, and my palms move along his back, down to his ass, scratching back up.

He lifts me away from the door, setting his hands under my ass to pull me up and onto him. I wrap my legs around his waist, moving my arms from around him and, instead, cradling his face between my palms. The scruff on his jaw tickles my hands as he continues to kiss me while he walks us through the room.

I shift my hips, and I feel his hard length against my center. He lays me down on the bed, and I cling to him still, my legs linked around his middle and my hands moving to hold on around his biceps. He kisses me deeply, with urgency, with need, as his hips slam to mine. There are too many clothes in the way, and he must think that at the same time because he pulls the fabric covering my breasts to the side and buries his face there, just like I imagined he would.

“I’ve wanted to free these tits since the second I spotted you in this dress,” he growls. He reaches down toward my hip and shoves the bottom of my dress up. He pulls my panties to the side as his mouth finds one of my nipples, and I arch into him just as he slides his finger into me.

“Oh, God!” I cry as he starts to work his finger in and out.

“Have you been this wet all night?”

“Yes,” I admit on a moan. “Since the last time I was with you.”

“Jesus, Pen,” he hisses. He adds a second finger, and I ride his hand as he finger fucks me and takes my nipple back into his mouth.

I cry out as he thrusts his fingers into me faster and faster, and I feel my release starting to build as he works my body, touching me in a way that feels like we’ve been together forever, like he knows my body, knows what I like, knows me in a way no one else has ever bothered to.

It’s sexy and sweet and heartwarming all at the same time, things I never associated with Liam Bradley before.

His mouth moves from my nipple, and just as I feel the tingles starting to whip through me, he pulls his fingers out of me. He shoves them in my mouth, and I pull my hand to his wrist to hold it steady as I go to work sucking my own wetness off his fingers.

He stares at me in wonder for a few beats, and then he pushes up off the bed and moves to unbuckle his belt. I sit up, too, panting with need, and I bat his hand out of the way.

I start with his shirt, unbuttoning the black buttons until that perfect, chiseled body is in front of me, and I lick his abdomen as I finish working his belt and then his button and zipper. I shove them down his legs with his boxers, freeing his cock, which is currently pointed straight up. It’s hard and full of these sexy veins that are begging for my mouth, so I grab him in my fist and stroke a few times, and then I take his cock as far back as I can.

He growls, and it’s possibly the hottest sound I’ve ever heard a man make in my life. His hands go to the back of my head so he can thrust in and fuck my mouth, and he only pumps his hips a few times before he holds still, holding me in place. His cock fills my mouth, and my eyes are watering as he holds me there, but still, I suck on him.

“Ah, fuck, Pen,” he grunts, and he pulls back until his cock is completely free of my mouth. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come, and then I can’t fill your cunt with my cum.”

Whoa.

His dirty mouth is so damn hot.

I’m so on board for this.

He kicks off his shoes and removes the rest of his clothes, and he turns back to me. We’re both in a frenzy of need, yet he’s taking his time. Being meticulous. Wanting to stretch this out.

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” he says.

I stand, my feet crying in these heels, but he wanted to fuck me in them, and fuck me in them he shall.

“I want you to bend me over the chair by the window so I can watch you in the reflection,” I say, nodding toward the upholstered lounge chair that’s the perfect height for this sort of activity. “And while you fuck me from behind, I want your finger in my ass.”

Hey, two can play the dirty talk game—thanks to the champagne, anyway. I’m certain I’d be red with embarrassment if my inhibitions weren’t out the window three glasses ago, but I suddenly feel like with Liam, I can ask for what I want without feeling shame or embarrassment.