23. Marley

23

MARLEY

I feel my entire body sizzle with electricity when Liam takes over my mouth with a hungry groan and kisses me like I’ve never been kissed in my life. He dominates me in the most delicious way, his tongue hard and demanding, as if I’m the only taste he wants to experience for the rest of his life.

And when his hand slips up the back of my neck and grips my hair in a tight fist, I gasp and tremble like a fall leaf. I love what he’s doing, the dominance, the absolute determination in his movements like he’s trying to own me.

“Marley,” he whispers as his heated tongue trails a path down my neck and inward toward my cleavage. It’s just one word, one lusty utterance of my name, but it forever changes me. Like he’s altered my DNA, like he planted the deepest need I’ll ever feel.

My head falls back against the couch as his tongue dips between my breasts, his beard both soft and deliciously naughty against my skin. “Liam,” I gasp as his hands grip my breasts, burying his face between them, flicking at my hard nipples with his thumbs.

I’m so lit up I could safely guide a ship through the valley.

“Arms up, gorgeous,” he whispers, leaning back. His eyes are a dark navy blue and heavy-lidded like he’s strung out on me.

Butterflies zinging through my belly, I lift my arms and inhale as his strong fingers grip the hem of my shirt. It’s off in a flash and I don’t have time to be embarrassed or ashamed of my curves or rolls because Liam growls when he sees my heated flesh. Like a real fucking animal and I can tell you right now, I’ve never driven a man feral. It feels amazing. It feels like I want to see how far I can push him. How far he can push me.

As if he can’t wait another moment, he dives at my breasts, biting and teasing my nipples through the fabric of my bra while his fingers make quick work of the clasps.

Once it’s free and my bra falls away, Liam lets out a pained cry at the sight of my hard nipples. He lifts the right breast and while making eye contact with me, pulls my nipple into his hot mouth.

I pant as he works his tongue over it, the eye contact heightening the sensation and when he passes his beard over it ever-so-slightly, I nearly launch off the couch at the feathery sensation.

“Jesus, Marley,” Liam breathes, repeating the process with my left breast, letting me watch as his pointed tongue circles the hard nub, complete with the erotic eye contact I’m newly addicted to. “You taste perfect.” His lips are wet when he pulls back from me, his eyes crazed. “I want all of you.”

All I can do is nod my head. I want all of him too—everything he wants to give me and more. I want to trace the hard edges of his body and feel the tight muscles in his legs as he thrusts deep inside me. I want him to own me, then turn me over and do it again. He makes me feel like he wants me just as I am and not like he’s fucking me because I’m the only one that said yes.

He kisses me on the mouth—a combination of sweet and desperate—as if to tell me this isn’t just carnal desire but something deeper.

My heart thumps in my chest at the thought even though it can’t possibly be true. We’ve only known each other a few weeks. And the tugs and pulls that keep happening in my stomach are just flukes. Right?

Right.

As if he could sense I was getting too caught up in my thoughts, Liam dips his fingers into the waistband of my leggings. “These have to go, Marley,” he tells me, his voice a low grumble that makes my clit twitch eagerly. “So, I can taste your pretty pussy.” He drags both of his hands up my thighs, making me gasp as his fingers lightly brush my core. “Would you like that?”

Unable to talk, I nod and arch my back as Liam tugs my leggings down my ample hips and thighs. Once they’re off, the brief worry that he might not like what he sees disappears when he gazes at me in nothing but a pair purple panties.

He runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. “My God, you are perfect. So much better than I could have dreamed.”

I gasp when his hands land on my bare thighs.

“I’ve imagined this a thousand times,” he tells me, his hands slowly edging northward. “How I might make you scream, how I want to taste your pleasure on my tongue, what your glorious body would feel like in my hands, on my bed, tied to my bedpost.”

I feel a strong ribbon of desire curl through me at the mention of being tied to his bedpost. I’ve never done a single thing other than bad missionary and just the mere mention of being tied up for him is enough to make me come.

He watches me carefully for my reaction—I’m guessing to gauge my interest in the last bit. “But only what you want, only what makes you comfortable.”

“I want to,” I blurt out before he makes too many excuses for me. “Later. I want to try the bedpost thing.”

Liam’s eyes flare with a heat I can feel in my belly and the sinful smile that goes with it nearly melts me into the cushions. “Then we will, beautiful, we will. But for right now,” he slips onto his knees in front of me and gently urges my thighs apart, “All I want to do is make you come while you’re wearing these pretty little panties.”

I nod, my head falling back against the cushion as his tongue follows the same slow path up my thighs his hands took.

“Yes,” I gasp when one hand pulls the fabric to the side and the other pushes my thigh open as far as it will go. “Oh God.”

With one last hungry growl, Liam parts my pussy and teases my clit with his tongue, swirling, swirling, harder and harder until I’m squirming on the sofa, already getting close to climax.

“That’s it,” he tells me as he eases a single finger inside of me. “Let go.”

I gasp when he adds a second finger. I feel the entire room spin when he pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking, teasing, pumping his fingers inside of me in time with his tongue until I’m gripping his head to me and vibrating on the edge of release. “I’m going to come,” I pant as I feel the rubber band stretch of orgasm taking hold. “Liam, oh my God.”

“Come, Marley,” he tells me, his voice dark, demanding, and oh-so-fucking-hot. “Come now so I can have you on my cock.”

One more thrust with his hand, one more flick of his tongue and I detonate into a thousand silver stars, shaking, rolling, pulsing with pleasure, all with his head still between my legs with his tongue eagerly licking up my bliss.

I am a shell of a human when I finally come down from the euphoric high Liam gave me and when I open my eyes and see him sitting back on his haunches, looking at me like I belong to him—a victorious smile on his face—my heart thumps importantly in my chest.

I’m in trouble.

I’m in the very real trouble of losing more than my panties to this man and I’m not about to do anything to stop it.