Page 93 of Seeking Stars
Still holding her, fingers entwined with her hair, he led her backwards and then towards the bathroom. "Agreed. I wouldn't disrespect her bed like that." Once they were inside, he closed the door with his foot.
"But the washroom is okay?"
"C'mon. It's a party quickie staple." He pushed her against the vanity and placed small kisses on her temple, then her cheek, then her jaw.
"I've never done it in the bathroom at a party."
He stopped kissing her to give her a look. "Never?"
"No, never," she said, eyebrows high. "Not all of us have had partners desperate to have sex with us in any and all situations, throughout the years. Enough to risk offense and embarrassment if we'd been caught."
Instead of deterring him, her comment made him smile. By now she recognized it as his wolfish grin.
"I am desperate to have sex with you in any and all situations. Including right now."
"Liam…"
"What would you say," he began, kissing her cheekbones, "if I tried to seduce you."
"Liam…" her tone had changed, even to her ears.
He kept his eyes open as he closed the distance between them, only to lick her bottom lip. She opened her mouth despite herself and with a small grunt, he kissed her deeply. He pressed his hips against her, pushing the proof of how into this plan he was. A shiver ran down her spine, and her hesitation went down several notches.
"Can I seduce you?" he asked, his voice raw.
"You already have."
"Is that a yes or a no or…"
"We can't take long." She accompanied her answer by making a quick job of unbuttoning his shirt.
"Don't worry." His hands left her hair to make their way down her back, where they dipped under her pants and underwear to grab her ass. "I won't last long, when I take you rough and hard."
Her heart fluttered at being wanted like this. Her knees weakened and he must have felt the way her legs had almost failed her, because he freed his hands to grab her legs and pull her up to sit on the vanity.
He stood between her legs. His hands roamed, hungry, his mouth insistent. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled down at the thin fabric of her bra, freeing her breasts. His fingers found her nipples, teasing her, rubbing, gently pinching. He then lowered his head to use his tongue on them, sucking, flicking.
Her body answered quickly, shocking her with the intensity of her response. She would have never thought it possible that she'd say yes, and yet she despaired for him. He certainly seemed greedy, wanting more of her, and quickly. The risk of being caught filled her with an intoxicating rush of adrenaline, and the wave of desire built intense inside of her.
His hands held her hips and brought her down from the vanity again, to stand on her feet. Without words, he kneeled in front of her as he unbuttoned her jeans. He looked into her eyes as he pulled the zipper down, his lips hitching at the corners in lust.
He pulled at her jeans and underwear, bringing them down, frantic. She didn't mind. He didn't break eye contact until her clothes were pooled at her ankles; he licked his lips and stared forward. Her lungs froze in anticipation when she felt his warm breath on her. She trembled at the first touch of his tongue on the seam of her sex, at its confident stroke parting her lips and tasting her arousal.
He brought his hands to run his fingertips on her legs, up and down her thighs, teasing the back of her knees— they almost buckled again. Her hands came to his hair; for support, to guide him, encourage him. She had to bite her lips not to moan at the sight of his powerful shoulders in surrender as he kneeled, the bobbing of his head as he licked her and teased her. The sound escaped her anyway, when he moaned against her.
It seemed to undo him, unravel something within him. After one long, demanding pass of his tongue over her swollen flesh, he stood and unbuttoned his pants.
"I want to take you," he said, "hard against the counter."
"Do it," she replied, not recognizing her own voice.
"Fuck." He pulled down his pants and underwear to somewhere in the middle of his thighs, turned her around, and pressed a hand on the middle of her back to lower it. She braced her hands on either side of the mirror over the sink, preparing for him. She looked at his reflection, at how he stood behind her, eyes cast down, as his hands secured her hips. Her eyes closed of their own volition when she felt him against her, the push of him into her. He thrust in one long, effortless move, stealing a low whimper from her. His fingers twitched on her hips as he took a moment there, deeply sheathed in her, before charging into her in a relentless rhythm.
She could hear his frantic breathing, and could feel the quick beating of her heart, loud in her ears. She had to bite her lips hard to keep herself from making sounds as he pounded into her. She suspected she'd have new bruises from where her body hit the counter with each lunge— and she didn't care. She'd never been had like this.
She ventured a look at his reflection, to find him looking at her, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his lips loose, jaw hanging open, a ravenous look in his eyes.
"Look at us," he said. "Look at us in the mirror."
