Page 68 of Veiled in Brick

I ventured to ask, “And is there a star of the show in these thoughts?”

“Your legs around me.” I heard him take a large breath and exhale it slowly. “Me, inside of you.” I bit my lip at the thought, and he continued, “You against a wall somewhere.” He lowered his voice to a whisper, “And, now I’m hard.”

My smile stretched across my face. “See you in a few.” I pulled the phone away from my ear as I ended the call, setting it on the kitchen island and telling Luke, “You can get back to work.”

Luke nodded and just as he was shimmying himself off of the bar stool, the front door swung open with a gusto with Liam’s arrival. Liam tugged the strap of his tan messenger bag over his head and dropped it to the floor. His eyes locked with mine, and he took purposeful steps past Luke, muttering a quick, “Thanks man, see ya later,” without a glance in his direction, and grabbed either side of my face to yank my lips to his.

My happy, “Oh!” was let out in a gasp, and my knees went weak as his tongue brushed against mine.

I was barely able to hear Luke utter a disgruntled, “Good God, Liam,” as he walked away from us and called out a general goodbye.

Liam moved one hand from my jaw to wave at him absentmindedly, I giggled as the door clicked closed, and we were left alone. I felt him smile against my lips, and he muttered:

“Hi.”

“Hi,” I whispered back.

Liam’s grip moved down to my back, his hands gliding over my backside and stopping when they reached my upper thighs. He nudged the fabric of my dress out of his way, his touch radiating into my skin, and he lifted me up. I cradled his face, pulling his lips to mine as he walked me toward his bedroom. We shared soft kisses until he planted me against the wall just inside the door. He pinned me there with his hips, one of his hands found its way into my hair, and he bit my lower lip, grazing his teeth over the skin and sucking briefly before he let go.

“Fuck,” Liam groaned.

The sound of the curse was so carnal that I returned the word right back to him in a quiet moan, and he pulled my mouth to his with a ferocity that echoed what I was feeling in my bones. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle. It was searing. The deep rumbling between the two of us as our tongues tied together spurred us on further, and I grasped at his shoulder blades as his fist tightened at the roots of my scalp to the point of delicious pain.

“Take off your dress.”

It came out as a plea, and he grasped me once more with both of his hands by my thighs so I could oblige, pulling it over my head and throwing it to the floor. He was at my neck then, placing his lips to the soft spots there before nipping just hard enough to leave a gentle sting.

“Ah,” I sighed. “Yes.”

Liam pushed me further up the wall, his hands tightening on my behind as he raised me, and he moved his face to my cleavage. He laid open mouthed kisses on the unlined cup of my bra over my left breast, the sensation of warmth from his tongue through the material making me whimper, and then he took the lace between his teeth and pulled his head downwards to expose me.

“God.” He licked the swell of the underside all the way to my nipple and treated the right side in the same fashion.

I moaned at the lavish treatment, letting him take his time with me before I said, “Put me down.”

He lowered me to the floor slowly, dragging his lips over my chest and to my mouth again. My shoes touched down and I stepped out of my underwear. I kicked them aside along with my shoes and broke our kiss to kneel before him. I brushed a hand up the long, apparent firmness between his legs and grabbed the fastening to his jeans, pulling the zipper down, wrapping my fingers around the waistband, and I tugged. They fell to the ground, freeing his erection, and as I took it in my hand and looked up at him, I found him staring down at me. He reached behind himself and pulled his shirt over his head, the rippling of his abdomen and the muss of his hair a vision from below.

He brought a hand down, cupping the side of my face, and I moved my grip forward and back. I watched as he took in the sight of me, his mouth ever so slightly parted as his breaths turned shallow. I touched my lips to the crown of his cock, sucking the tip briefly before I angled him upward and dragged my tongue on the underside of the shaft from base to tip.

“Fuuuck.” Liam drew out the profanity in a long groan, and when I took him completely in my mouth, feeling the resistance at the back of my throat and pushing further, he hissed a breath through his teeth, whispering, “Oh my God.” I sucked him languidly, my hands gripping his buttocks to pull him closer, until he tugged on my hair and rasped, “Get back up here.”

I stood and he all but threw me up against the wall. His elbows hooked underneath my knees, he pushed into me, and I let out a drawn-out moan. He caught my opened lips in his mouth, pumping into me with long, exquisite strokes as our tongues touched once more.

I mewled into his mouth, “Harder, Liam.”

He damn near growled, the tantalizing noise alone making me gasp, and he thrust into me with a reckless abandon that caused me to shriek.

“Say my name again,” he urged in a lust-filled baritone, “I fuckin’ liked that.”

“Liam!” It came out in a high-pitched wail as my lower half was already beginning to tense.

“Fuck, yes.” He threw his head back as he cursed, his mouth back to me in an instant and swallowing the noises that I cried out with every movement he made. My cries turned to begging, my limbs desperate to hold on to something as the tight coiling within me threatened to snap me to bits. His rhythm relentless, my nails scratching at the sides of his neck as I held him to me, Liam gritted out, “I want to feel you come.”

His words brought me right to the edge and kept me dangling there. My heels bounced against his ass as he drove into me and I danced on the precipice, screaming as I balanced there, waiting to fall off the edge.

“Please!”

It erupted from what I believed to be the depths of my soul. It felt as though I would fall when the pleasure became too much and I lacked the ability to support myself, my body struggling to stay afloat as I gripped wildly at any part of him that I could touch.

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