25. Marley

25

MARLEY

A s Liam centers himself between my legs, I feel like I’m dreaming. I’m dizzy with need, still aching from the first orgasm he gave me, and overwhelmed by the illicit feeling of being tied up.

Something about being bare to him, unable to move—unable to touch his fucking fantastic body—intensifies everything to levels I didn’t know even existed. And damn it, I’m pretty sure I’ll crave this feeling forever.

“Fuck Marley,” he grumbles as he runs his hands across my thighs, “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He reaches out to tweak one of my nipples.

The sensation shoots through me like an electric shock, forcing me to arch off the bed. A mewl I know I’ve never made before comes from my mouth. “Liam,” I plead, feeling very much like I might die if he doesn’t fuck me already. “Please.”

He tweaks my other nipple, making me shudder and shiver and pull against the ribbon holding me in place. His eyes look dark, dominant, controlling, and I fucking love it. “Please, what, Marley?”

I swallow another whimper. “Please fuck me, Liam. I need your cock.”

He wraps his fingers around his cock and strokes it. I’m jealous of his hand. “This cock?”

“Yes,” I shout, feeling like I’m going to go crazy. “Please, Liam, please. ” I’ve never begged for anything in my life, but I’m finding myself in a new role in Liam’s bed and I can’t get enough.

“I like it when you beg, Marley,” he tells me, slipping the fingers that were just around his cock inside me.

I gasp as his fingers pump inside me while his thumb teases my clit. The pleasure is so intense my eyes flutter closed and my body shivers and shudders like a leaf in a storm. “Pleasssse, Liam,” I hiss with a needy lift at the end.

“Yes,” he growls. “That’s my girl.” Grabbing both my thighs, he pushes them wide apart and buries his cock so deep inside me that I feel like I've left the planet. "Fuck,” He shouts, his body shaking as he comes to a stop, balls deep. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

I strain against my ties to bury my hands in his hair, to run my hands over his godlike body, while his cock fills me to the brink of madness. But I can’t. And it makes it that more intense. “Liam,” I whimper, on the verge of tears. Not because of sadness or pain but because I’m overwhelmed with everything he’s giving me. “You feel so fucking good.”

He leans down, sweat forming on his brow and kisses me hard. I love the contrast of his soft lips and beard, the way his tongue dives into my mouth as if he’s drinking enough to keep him going forever. I do my best to keep up, but I’m a little afraid I’m not skilled enough for him.

Mouth still on mine, our breath mingling, our pulses pounding against one another, he pulls out slowly, the entire length of his cock. My mouth opens in a silent scream of ecstasy, ending our

kiss without meaning to. I can’t help it. I’ve never felt anything this incredible in my life. Not from my fingers and certainly not from another man.

“Marley,” he whispers again, his gorgeous blue eyes fluttering shut as he strokes all the way in again. “You are so fucking perfect.”

I don’t respond. I couldn’t even if I had the words, but hearing him say my name as if it’s precious is something that will stay with me until the end of my days.

“So fucking perfect,” he grumbles, stroking out and then in again before repeating it a little faster, each time seating fully in me as if he can’t bear to waste a centimeter of his cock.

It only takes a few more strokes before he’s pounding into me uncontrollably, his eyes wild, sweat dripping, his fingers digging into my legs as he holds them up.

I feel like I’m falling through space as the pleasure builds in me at a record pace, stretching with each stroke until my body is so taut I think it might snap like a violin string. “God, Liam, yes. Yes. I’m going to come.”

“You better fucking come, Marley. Right on my cock. I want to feel you come.”

And that’s all it takes. One growled demand, and the damn breaks, shattering my mind, shaking my body, and changing me forever. Pleasure rolls through me in powerful waves, drawing his name from my mouth in the scream he assured me I’d make.

It’s so intense, so exhilarating, that I’m only half aware that he comes quickly after me with a shout of my name.

He collapses on me, our bodies shivering together, slick with sweat, breath and hearts racing.

He only lifts off me once we’ve both calmed and it’s with a smile that stops my heart. “Wow,” he says, kissing my lips softly before sitting back on his knees to untie my bind.

“Wow is right,” I answer as my wrists fall loose from the bedpost.

Liam takes my hands in his and gently unties the knot. “Was this okay? It didn’t hurt did it?”

I struggle to find the words to answer him, especially when he presses light kisses to the very faint tie marks. “It didn’t hurt at all, it was…amazing.”

His eyes light up so bright it changes my heart and rewrites the story it tells. “Really?”

I pull myself up on my knees and cup his face, excited to be able to touch him. “Really. I might be open to trying more sometime if you’re up to it.”

He laughs and the smile crinkles the corners of his eyes in a way that I’ve never seen before. I feel spectacularly proud I made him that happy and immediately desperate to see it again.

He cups my face in return. “I am definitely up to it.”

I melt into the kiss he gives me, and I can’t even care anymore that my heart is now his.

There just isn’t anything I can or want to do about it.