Page 66 of Truck Hard

Before I can argue, he dips his head to take one sensitive peak into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue sends pleasure sparking through me, making me arch into his touch with a gasp. He lavishes attention on first one breast then the other until I’m writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

“Please.” I whimper as he scrapes his teeth gently across an oversensitive nipple. “Liam, I need—”

“I know, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss between my breasts. “Let me take my time you.”

He starts moving lower, trailing kisses down my stomach. Each brush of his lips feels like fire against my skin, building the ache between my thighs to an almost unbearable level. When he reaches the waistband of my pants, he looks up at me through dark lashes.

“These need to go,” he says, hooking his fingers under the elastic. I lift my hips, letting him slide both pants and underwear down my legs in one smooth motion.

The cool air hitting my exposed flesh makes me shiver, but then Liam’s hands are there, warming my skin as they slide up my calves, my thighs. He settles between my legs, pressing soft kisses to the inside of my knee.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin, working his way higher with maddening slowness. “Want to taste every inch of you.”

His words send another flood of heat through me. I can feel how wet I am already, just from his kisses and touches. When he finally reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, warm breath fanning across my sensitive flesh.

“Please,” I whisper, beyond pride or shame. “Please, Liam.”

The first swipe of his tongue makes me cry out. He laps at me slowly, thoroughly, like a man savoring his favorite meal. One hand splays across my lower belly, holding me still as he explores with lips and tongue.

My fingers thread through his hair as pleasure builds, holding him close while still trying to be gentle. But when he seals his lips around my clit andsucks, gentleness becomes impossible. My back arches off the floor as sensation crashes through me.

“That’s it.” He encourages between licks. “Let me hear you, sweetheart. Want to know how good it feels.”

Heat floods my face at his words, but I can’t hold back the sounds he draws from me. Not when he’s touching me like this, reading my body like a familiar book. His tongue circles my clit as two thick fingers press inside, curling forward to find that spot that always makes me come undone.

“Oh god.” I gasp, hips rocking against his face. “Liam, I’m—I’m close.”

He hums against me, the vibration sending new sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. His fingers pump steadily as his tongue works my clit, building pressure until I feel like I might fly apart at the seams.

When my orgasm hits, it’s like a tidal wave—pleasure so intense it steals my breath. My body clamps down around his fingers as wave after wave crashes through me. Through it all, Liam works me gently, drawing out every aftershock until I have to push his head away, too sensitive to take more.

He crawls back up my body, pressing soft kisses to my heated skin as he goes. When he reaches my mouth, I kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. My hands fumble with his belt, suddenly desperate to feel all of him.

“Easy.” He chuckles against my lips, helping me with the buckle. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Together we get his jeans and boxers off, and then he’s gloriously naked against me. His cock is hard and thick, already leaking at the tip. When I wrap my hand around him, he groans, hips jerking into my touch.

“Condom.” He manages through gritted teeth as I stroke him slowly. “In my wallet.”

I reach for his discarded jeans with my free hand, fishing the wallet from his back pocket. The foil packet crinkles as I tear it open, but before I can roll it on, Liam catches my wrist.

“Let me,” he says roughly. “If you keep touching me like that, this’ll be over way too fast.”

As much as I still want to touch him, feel his silky skin beneath my fingers, I let him take the condom. While he rolls it on, I take the opportunity to really look at him—all solid muscle and tanned skin, marred here and there by scars that only make him more beautiful to me.

When he’s ready, I expect him to cover my body with his. Instead, he surprises me by lying back, holding out his hand. “Come here,” he says softly. “Want to watch you ride me.”

My heart skips at his words. Charlie never let me be on top—always had to be in control. But Liam... Liam is looking at me like I’m some kind of goddess as I straddle his hips.

His hands settle on my waist as I position myself over him. The head of his cock slides through my wetness, making us both groan. Slowly, so slowly, I sink down onto him, taking him inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside me.

“Fuck.” He groans, fingers flexing against my skin. “You feel incredible.”

I have to pause for a moment, adjusting to the fullness. He’s bigger than I remember, stretching me in the most delicious way. When I finally start to move, rolling my hips experimentally, the friction sends sparks of pleasure racing up my spine.

“That’s it.” He encourages, helping guide my movements. “Take what you need, sweetheart. Want to watch you fall apart on my cock.”

His words send fresh heat flooding through me. I plant my hands on his chest for leverage as I start to ride him properly, finding a rhythm that makes us both gasp. The angle lets him hit spots inside me that makes me see stars, building the pressure all over again.

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