Chapter 18

My room is dim, with only my small nightlight lighting the way. Liam holds me as he kicks the door closed behind us to keep Bogey out. He'd probably jump on the bed and be curious about what his two favorite people are doing, so I'm glad Liam had the forethought to shut the door.

Then again, if the erection Liam's sporting is any clue, I don't think Liam's thinking of anything except sliding himself between my legs and staying there until dawn.

He lays me on the bed, and I keep my legs around him as he stands straight and takes his shirt off. I hiss as soon as his t-shirt hits the ground, and I bend up to run my hands down those muscles. I toy with the patch of light chest hair in the center of his chest, letting it idly slide through my fingers. "Fuck, you're smoking hot, Liam. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Not anyone that mattered," he whispers, pulling my own t-shirt over my head since I'm in a sitting position.

He throws my shirt across the room, where it lands on my dresser. He pushes me back to the bed and gets on his knees.

Holy fuck, Liam Lane eats pussy.

He makes short work of my shorts, and I wipe my hair back from my face as I try to remember the last time I got a full wax. The thought that I may not be exceptionally beautiful in the downtown area makes me squeeze my thighs together as he holds my knees apart.

He looks up. "Spread those beautiful fucking thighs before I do it for you."

"I didn't wax."

"If a guy's going to eat a pussy, a guy wants it to taste, smell, and feel like a real pussy. If I wanted a perfectly bare slit with no smell, I'd get a sex doll. Spread your fucking legs, Lorelei."

I blow out a breath and look up at the ceiling, embarrassed that I haven't had a good wax. Sure, he may say he likes it au natural, but it's probably just lip service.

Except it's not. His tongue slides up my slit, and he hums with approval as he buries his face. His tongue fucks my pussy as he tastes inside me, and his nose rubs against my clit as I grip his hair in surprise. He's not tentatively licking it. He's inhaling my very essence and savoring it like I'm that spaghetti he brought over earlier. I'm a meal to him.

His hair is soft in my hand, and I arch my back, bucking into his mouth. "Don't ever tell me you don't taste good or look good down here again, sweetheart," he murmurs. He looks at me when he says it, and I notice the wetness in his beard scruff.

Those brown eyes meet mine when I look down, and he holds the eye contact as he flattens his tongue and rolls it over my clit. It's my undoing.

Back and forth. Up and down. He moves his tongue over my center and looks at me, watching my expression the entire time. My core tightens, my legs over his shoulders tremble, and I release his hair, choosing to pull at my bedspread in a fit of uncontrollable pleasure instead of pawing at him. I don't want to moan for him. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of showing that he's the best oral sex I've ever had – and I may have experimented with my female roommate just one night in college.

Liam fucking Lane rocks my world, and I hate him for it. I hate myself for loving every slide of his tongue up my clit.

I break apart, and my feet shake against his back, flexing and pointing as I whine something that sounds like his name. I pull at my own hair, reach fruitlessly for my pillow like it's a life raft, and hate him for smiling into my orgasm. Because the bastard fucking smiles as I come all over his face, not stopping once. He eats my pussy through the orgasm and even gives it one last lick as soon as every tremble stops.

My body throbs for more as he stands, pushes me further up the bed, and undoes his belt. "Be gentle," I mutter, and I hate the begging in my voice.

He looks at me with angry eyes as he unzips his pants. "No," he sneers, his lip curling. It's such a simple word, but full of authority and dripping with innuendo. "I fuck hard, or I don't fuck."

Holy shit, I'm going to get fuuuccckkkeeed.

I lean up and kiss his chest, and he throws his head back as his fingers curl in my hair. "I've wanted this for so long, Lorelei."

"How long? Tell me," I taunt.

"Since I saw you. I had to have you. I couldn't stay away because I wanted this right here," he whispers, sliding his middle finger inside me.

I slide my hands down his chest and look up at him. He's already a wreck. Wetness glistens in his stubble, and his hair already looks like he's fucked a team of hookers. His cheeks are pink in the dim light, and his chest moves as he pants. His hands slide into his pants as he touches himself, and I can't help it any longer, I slide his jeans down his hips and look down.

"Holy shit," I gasp. "I have to tell Kailee you need a new nickname."

"No more Officer Half Inch?" he laughs. "I was starting to get used to her coming up with a new lewd nickname for me every time she saw me."

I glance down at him again, and my mouth waters. His dick is red, weeping with want, and it's fucking huge. "I think we'll have to go with Officer Energy Drink Can from now on."

He brings his hands to my hair, winding his fingers through the already tangled mess. He leans down to kiss me and pushes me back against my mattress as he wriggles out of his pants. Electric energy pings every spot his hands touch as he roams them over my body. He touches my neck, my arms, and my breasts, even bending down and licking them as if to say hello before he kisses my lips. I taste myself on him, and he nudges my legs further apart.

His thick form is on top of me, and his cock is at my entrance. I know I can take that monster dick, but fear suddenly grips me. There's no turning back from fucking him. I tremble, and he stops. "Are you scared of me?"

"No, I'm just scared of consequences, Liam."

"Do you want me to use a condom?" he asks, misunderstanding.

"I have an IUD. I just don't want you to think this lets you off the hook with anything."

He smiles an evil smile and slides into me slowly, his eyes fluttering and his mouth opening before he sighs. "Wouldn't dream of it."

The fullness is electrifying as he swivels his hips, and he buries his face in my neck, giving my jaw a small kiss. "How long have you wanted this, Lorelei? Tell me."

"Since I-I s-saw you, Liam."

He pulls out and thrusts into me hard, and I arch my back into him. My legs and arms wrap around his warm skin, and my fingers trail the muscles of his back as he thrusts into me over and over, sighing and saying my name every few thrusts. He curses, kisses my jaw, and props himself on his elbows as I kiss every inch of him I can reach. I kiss his throat, his jaw, and his chest when he throws his head back.

My headboard bangs against the wall with his thrusts, and I'll feel him tomorrow. Maybe I'll even be sore from his cock when he looks at me across the courtroom. Will he think of me like this then? Will he flash to me under him and moaning his name against his shoulder?

He suddenly pulls out and turns my hips, pushing me onto my stomach. I get the gist of his movement and get on all fours, unabashedly shaking my ass at him while he grips my hips and shoves himself into me from behind. "Can I tell you a secret?" he whispers, smiling as he turns my face so I'm looking at him over my shoulder.

"Always."

"This is my favorite way to fuck."

"Good to know," I whimper, bucking back at him.

He takes his hands off my hips and stays still as I push back against him. "That's it, Lorelei. Go on and fuck me hard. Take what you want." He playfully slaps my ass again, and it only escalates my delicious frenzy.

I whimper and whine at the fullness and the sound of his thighs meeting the back of mine. When he finally grips my waist and joins in, I practically go through the headboard. He puts a hand up on the wood to brace us, and I bite my pillow.

He hammers the fuck out of my pussy, and I bite and drool on the fabric below me. I take every inch he gives me, and I'm powerless with his strong hands holding me in place. Eventually, he speeds up, and his thighs tremble, his body primed for orgasm. Only then do I realize how much I want to be the one that makes him come harder than he ever has.

I squeeze him, flexing my muscles around his length, and he moans. It's guttural and comes from his soul as every part of him shakes. His voice even trembles when he says my name one last time before collapsing in a heap on top of me, his hand idly stroking my cheek.