24. Liam

24

LIAM

I feel feral, a little out of my mind as I gaze at Marley, sated and pink, her gorgeous body spread before me on the sofa. I can’t remember ever feeling like this, not the first time, not any time. It’s as if I already know I’ll never have enough of her as if there will always be a part of me that wants to feel her fall apart around me, feel her soft thighs shiver and shake as she rides my tongue.

I’m addicted. To her taste, her smell, the sound of her whimpers, the way she pulled my hair and gasped my name. All of it—I know—leads somewhere more significant, to something more important, but I can’t think about that right now.

I let her soak in her bliss for a moment before I pull her forward for a kiss. Her green eyes look like clear sea glass and when they meet mine, shining, satisfied, my heart shifts in my chest. “Hey gorgeous,” I say, kissing her soft lips.

A grin dimples her cheek. “Hey handsome. That was…amazing.”

Kissing her again, I cup her face in my hands. “I like making you come.”

Her cheeks redden but she bites her lip as if she’s trying to come up with the nerve to say what she wants. I hope she finds it because if something naughty is in her mind, I want to hear every bit of it. “You mentioned something about me being on your cock.”

I growl. I let out a motherfucking growl because hearing the word ‘cock’ from her sweet mouth is enough to make me hard for the rest of my life. “Oh Marley, you can be on my cock for the rest of your life if you want, baby girl.”

She grins and I push myself up off the floor. There is no hiding the fully pitched tent in my jeans but judging by the way she licks her lips at the sight of my bulge, I don’t think she minds. God, to have that tongue on my cock…

I shake my head and focus on freeing my belt because if she even touches my cock, I’m going to explode like a firework display and that’s not what I want for tonight. Tonight, I want to savor, to make her feel like the goddess she is, to ruin her for any other man.

I know I shouldn’t want that and that I’ll have to deal with the fallout later, but right now, all I can think about is burying my cock inside her like she wants.

I shoo her hands away when she reaches out to help with the zipper of my jeans. “Not right now, beautiful, I don’t think I can handle your hands on me.” When she pouts, I reach out and cup her cheek. “Later, I promise. Right now, I want to make you come. Okay?”

She nods, and I finish my task, pulling my jeans and boxer briefs off before ripping my shirt from my body.

I hear her breath catch as I finish with my shirt and when I look at her, her eyes are fixed on my bobbing cock. Her eyes seem heavy with desire and I swear I can feel her pulse increase from here.

“Liam,” she rasps looking up at me with the kind of need in her eyes I’ve dreamt about for the last several days. The husk in her voice etches itself into my genetic material and I know I’m not coming out of this the same man I came in.

“What is it, Baby Girl?” I stroke my cock, enjoying the way her lips part with hunger when I do it. “Do you want this cock?”

She nods. “Yes. Right now, please, Liam.”

Something about the way she says my name, the pleading in her voice, flips a switch in me that I don’t think can ever be put back. I am fully feral now, an animal that can only comprehend one thing—Marley’s pleasure.

Emitting what I can only describe as a possessive growl, I scoop her luscious body off the sofa and carry her to my bedroom in three steps. Laying her on the bed, I kiss her hard, with the bare hunger I’ve been feeling in this room at night, just a wall away from her.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, pausing only to retrieve a condom out of my side table and roll it on.

The millisecond I’m done, I position myself between her thighs and kiss a path up them to her heated core. The moans and squeals she makes are my new favorite sound. The way she grips my hair in her fingers is my new favorite feeling. I slip a finger inside her and lift to watch her face. Her lips part in pleasure. “You want more, Marley?”

“Yes,” she pants, her voice catching as I push another finger inside her, stretching her slightly to help her adjust to my cock. She’s unbelievably tight—so tight, I’m a little worried about hurting her. “But…”

I freeze at the last word. My heart thundering in my ears. I pull my fingers from her and back away from her, praying that I haven’t done anything wrong. I swallow around the lump forming in my throat as my brain already tries to convince me that tonight has already been amazing and I shouldn’t ask for more. “What is it?”

She chews on her bottom lip for a moment. “I want,” she lets out a breath as if she’s irritated with herself for being unable to get it out.

“Beautiful, say it,” I reassure her. “If you want to stop, it’s okay.”

She shakes her head, “ No , it’s not that.”

I try to cover my relief but I’m pretty sure it can be seen from the top of Paintbrush Peak. “Then what is it?”

She clears her throat and nods as if she’s trying to psych herself up. “You said something about tying me to…uh…the bedposts…and I would, um, very much like to try that.”

Bury me and put that sentence on my headstone because I have a feeling I’m not recovering from this moment.

“Liam,” she says after I’ve frozen for upwards of five full seconds. “Did I say something wrong?”

I shake my head clear and meet her worried gaze. “No, beautiful. But you did make me harder than I’ve ever been before.”

Her eyes flash before they trail down to my aching cock. “Really?”

“Really.” I lean forward to kiss her lips before I climb off the bed to retrieve a soft velvet ribbon from the bottom drawer of my dresser. It’s a dark rose pink, like her lips and when she catches sight of it, I can feel her need. It’s palpable.

I turn toward her, feeling the silky texture in my fingers. “Are you sure?”

She nods several times. “I don’t know how it works. Will you teach me?”

Fuck, did I die? “Absolutely.”

I hold up the ribbon. “We’re going to start with velvet and satin. And I’m going to tie both your wrists with a double-column knot.”

“What’s that mean?”

I grin and sit on the edge of the bed, swimming with excitement over the chance to teach this gorgeous woman a little bit about Shibari—even without the rope. “It means I’m going to tie both of your wrists together and to the bed. The knot does not tighten when you pull on it, so it should be restrictive but comfortable. Does that sound okay?”

She nods quickly and puts her wrists together over her head. “Like this.”

“Jesus Marley, you are going to put me in an early grave. You are so fucking sexy.”

Her happy little grin nearly ends me. “Maybe that was my goal all along.”

I chuckle and drape the ribbon around her wrists. “Let me know if it’s too tight,” I tell her gently, carefully tying the knot with three finger widths between the ribbon and her skin. It’s so important to make her first time good.

She watches me with trusting eyes as I secure the ribbon to the headboard, securing her arms over her head, but not so tight they’d be uncomfortable. “Try it out.”

Blushing a little, she pulls on her wrists and lets out a sexy whimper when she can’t move them very far. “Oh God,” she says, her eyes flashing to me. “Oh god, this is hot .”

I stare down at my gorgeous girl, wrists tied behind her, wriggling in pleasure, panting, and I lose it. “Yes, it fucking is.” I kiss her hard until she loses her breath. “And now you’re going to take my cock until you come so hard you scream.”