Page 27 of Resurgent
I can feel his lips curve into a smile against my breast. “Fuck, that is becoming my favorite sound in the world.” He releases me, his gaze hot as he looks down at me. His fingers skim down my sides.
In one fluid motion, he lifts me out of the water and sets me on the tiled edge of the pool. With authoritative hands, he opens my knees and steps in between my legs, filling the space and overwhelming me with his nearness. His face is right in front of my sex, and suddenly embarrassed, I try to close my legs. He’s having none of that. He spreads me apart like he owns me, holding my legs open with firm hands as he slowly trails his tongue up the inside of my thigh. It’s pointless to resist, and I don’t want to anyway.
He kisses his way up my inner thigh, occasionally lightly nipping the tender skin, and I hold my breath as he gets closer and closer to my clit, which feels like it’s going to explode. Then, to my utter frustration, he moves to my other knee and works his way up again, his tongue hot against my cooled skin.
“Oh God. Please,” I whisper.
“That’s my girl. Let me hear you beg.”
I shake my head vehemently. I have standards. But he’s placing kisses along the top of my mound now, and I find myself chanting a mantra of pleas in my head. My sex is pulsing and he’s barely touched me. It’s been a long time…six months to be exact, and I curse myself for not finding someone else since then. But everyone would have paled in comparison. He’d irrevocably staked his claim on my body as surely as if he’d branded me.
I grip his hair with desperate fingers, thrusting my pelvis toward the paradise that I know is his mouth. “Liam…for the love of God. Please.” I glance down to see him grinning up at me, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having. Still holding my gaze, he deliberately places his tongue on my slit and begins to lap slow and easy. The sensation, the view, the buildup—my clit is throbbing. He kicks it up a notch, using the tip of his tongue to tease my clit.
I’m trying desperately to stay in control but it’s no use. My breath is ragged, my moans getting louder with each flick of his tongue. I feel that familiar tingling between my legs as everything gathers, seeking release. My thighs are quivering, but he holds them open as he tongues me closer and closer to the point of no return. With a loud cry, my back arches and I convulse onto his mouth.
“That was pretty good,” I say, once I’ve had a chance to catch my breath. “Almost as good as the last guy.”
“Who says I’m finished?” With his hand on my chest, he pushes me back so I’m lying flat, the tile cold against my back, my bottom at the edge of the pool and my feet dangling in the water. He drags me closer to him as his mouth descends on my sex again.
“Oh God. I can’t. I—”
He ignores me. He just grips my hips with his powerful forearms, his clasped hands resting on my stomach to hold me immobile as he dives back in. He’s relentless, licking and sucking and kissing and teasing, and my hips circle violently, my head thrashing from side to side from the mind-blowing pleasure of it all. I come again with great heaving shudders, but he doesn’t stop. He just takes me to the pinnacle again, and this time I come even faster.
“Fuck. Me,” I manage to say the third time, barely able to breathe. He’d done the same in Playa—made me come with his mouth and tongue, but this time it’s different. That night, he’d given me orgasms. Tonight, he’s taking them. And the distinction is extraordinary.
He laughs, a low throaty chuckle, as he reaches up to caress my breast.
“No, seriously. Fuck me. Here. Now.” I should be sated, languid with satisfaction from the best orgasm of my life, but my need to feel him inside me, to take him into me, is overwhelming.
He arches an eyebrow at me. “Does demanding to be fucked usually work with the guys you take to bed?”
“Of course,” I lie smoothly. There’s no way I’m admitting to him there haven’t been a lot of guys in my bed ever, and none since him. “My pleasure. My terms.”
He actually has the audacity to laugh! “My cock. My rules,” he counters with a grin. “You said you wanted to lose control. Did you mean it?”
Oh God. “Yes.”
“Then hand over the power to me to pleasure you my way. Trust me to know how you need to be taken.”
His words have me aching to see just what he thinks I need. And seeing the heat in his eyes, I realize I was right.Thisis how to get Liam. And my God but I want him, and everything he’s offering. No control. The thought is mesmerizing.
“Okay,” I whisper.
In one fluid move, he hauls himself out of the pool and stands over me, the water dripping from his body. He doesn’t bother with a towel. He just strips off his swim trunks, revealing the most beautiful cock I’ve ever laid eyes on—thick and hard and delicious looking. Without warning, he scoops me up off the ground into his arms, and holding me close to his chest, carries me through the open doors into the bedroom. It’s dark, but the fairy lights and the flickering glow of candles on the terrace lend an air of romantic, isolated otherworldliness. He sets me down on the large canopied bed and turns to grab a towel, quickly drying himself off. I sit back on my heels, watching with fascination as he rummages through the nightstand drawer. “Damn. No condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill. There’s no way I’m leaving something that important to chance!”
He laughs and tosses the towel on the floor. “Of course not.”
I worry briefly that a guy like him might have STDs, but hehasbeen in a coma for months. I waver as he kneels next to me on the bed. His finger circles my breast and I inhale sharply. Why do I care? We probably won’t make it out of here alive anyway.
“This other guy—the one who’s toppling from the number one spot tonight—tell me how he fucked you. Did he make love to you slow and sweet and easy?”
“Mmm,” I purr, taking a perverse pleasure in goading him, especially since he doesn’t know the “other guy” was him. “Worried you won’t measure up?”
He doesn’t look worried at all. In fact, he looks downright cocky, and it’s hot as hell.
“Nope.” He fists his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my throat. He kisses my neck gently, nibbling softly before feathering light kisses up along my jawbone. “Is that how you like it? Slow and sweet and easy?”
