29. Marley

29

MARLEY

D o I want to come find out? I don’t think a more ridiculous question has ever been asked and I spent years writing clickbait.

I can’t think of a word that would adequately explain just how much I would like to come find out because that single kiss turned my brain to mush. All I can do is tenderly urge Stephen to hit the road, close my laptop, and stand on wobbly legs.

My hands shake as I reach out to put my hands on his abs—amazed that I get to touch him—that he wants me to touch him.

“Marley,” he grumbles under his breath when my fingers search out the hard muscles beneath his shirt. His hands fall at my hips and gently tug my T-shirt up and off my body. “You were all I could think about all day," he says moving in for a deep kiss that makes me so weak he has to twine an arm around my back to keep me upright.

“Your taste,” he adds, dragging his sinful mouth down my neck. “Your smell.”

I gasp as his tongue teases the soft flesh below my ear. Goosebumps radiate through my body and I find myself gripping him as if he’s the only thing keeping me from floating away.

His free hand dips into the front of my leggings and I cry out when his forefinger strokes my clit in a languid movement. “Liam, yes.”

“I love the way you say my name,” he growls, stroking me again. “I love how wet you are for me.” He grinds his cock into my sensitive pussy. “Do you feel how excited you make me?”

Dizzy, barely upright, I nod. “I need you,” I whisper with the last bit of strength I have. “I’ve been aching for you all day.”

“Yeah?” He asks, grinning like the devil himself.

I nod again.

“Well, that’s the best fucking news I’ve ever heard.” His eyes flash with the feral look I saw first last night and before I know what is happening, he’s stripped me of my leggings and panties,and positions me on my knees on the sofa.

“That’s it,” he says as I arch my back, lifting my ass up for him. “Just one last thing.”

I grip the back of the sofa, heady from the feeling of being so desired, of holding my ass in the air for him to take, for not knowing but already loving what comes next.

“I’m going to tie your hands together with these pretty panties of yours, gorgeous. Is that okay?”

A moan escapes me at the thought of being bound again. “Yes, please.”

I hear some sort of pained growl in reaction to my exceedingly husky voice. “Fuck Marley, you are incredible.”

I pant in anticipation as he slips my silk panties around one wrist before looping them around the other. It’s not tight, but I don’t need tight. I just need the sensation.

“Liam,” I groan, feeling like I might go crazy if I don’t feel him soon.

“I’m right here, Baby,” he assures me.

I can hear him undressing quickly, the soft sound of his shirt landing in the corner, the thud of each shoe, the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and each slight vibration goes right to my clit.

Finally, his hands land on my cheeks and spread them wide. “Marley,” he pants, drawing his fingers across my clit, before burying them inside me. “You are killing me with this perfect ass.” He strokes his hand deep. “With this perfect pussy.”

I moan as he turns his hand and hits my G spot. My entire body shivers and just when I think I can’t handle it any more, he replaces his fingers with his hard cock, and I scream loud enough I’m certain they heard it at Redpoint.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he grumbles, seated fully inside me as he slides his hands up my side to tease my nipples. “Just what I needed.” He strokes slowly. Achingly slow, as if he is torturing me on purpose, before ramming back in so hard I collapse against the sofa back.

It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt—like the unfurling of a long ribbon, the stretch of a spring—pushing me, urging me toward the ultimate explosion. He does it again and again, faster and faster until the slapping of our skin together and his roughly drawn breath is all I can hear.

I’ve never been fucked from behind and I can fully attest to the fact that there is something so illicit, so freeing about focusing only on what I’m feeling.

“I’m not going to last long, Baby,” he grunts as I feel his fingers tug on my hair just enough to make everything more intense. “But I want you to come first.”

I can’t answer. I’m too drunk on the feel of his cock, too high on being owned by this gorgeous man, too close to coming. I’m moments away from igniting, and when he places his thumb just on the surface of my asshole, I detonate into an orgasm that erases every moment previous to this one. “Liam,” I scream as my body devolves into hard shudders. “Liam, ohmygod. Ohmygod”

“Marley,” he shouts, coming hard inside me, wrapping his arms around me as we shout and shiver and come down together.

Before we collapse fully, he pulls from me, helps me to my feet and frees my hands. When I turn to see him, his eyes are wild—hungry for more, and I know in that instance that I’ll never tire of that look.

He touches my cheek and runs his fingers over my lips like he’s never seen another human before. “You are so incredibly gorgeous, Marley Green.”

Oh, my heart.

I’ve already fallen for him. That ship sailed eons ago, but now? Now I’m in love. Fully naked in front of my roommate.

“So are you,” I tell him, tracing the dips and planes of his seriously chiseled abs. “Liam Sutton.”

Searching my eyes, I see about a thousand emotions cross through his before he kisses me softly and unties my hands. “I’m going to clean up and make dinner. I’d love for you to join me.”

As if I could say no to that. He could cook up actual twigs and rocks and I’d give it a go at this point if it means I get more scorching hot sex. “I would love to,” I tell him.

His bright smile is the linchpin in whatever was holding back the very last bits of my heart. It’s all his now. And I finally, finally understand why sex is a big deal.