Page 58 of The Science of Attraction

“Fucking hell.” He pulled back and smashed his mouth over mine until I thought my lips might be bruised for days. Also, not about to argue. Then he pulled off and flicked on the light. “Damn, you’re good at that.” He fisted my hair and tugged my head back, exposing my neck. “Too good.”

He bit down my throat to my belly and Jesus, it felt good. I didn’t know I could even make those sounds—needy whimpers and deep rumbling growls.

“You like that?” He sat back, considering me, a hand firmly on my chest to keep me in place. Like I was going anywhere.

“Apparently,” was all I could manage and he laughed.

“This time, no sneak attacks.” He raised a brow but I remained silent so he gave my cock another tug. “Such a bad boy.” He reached again for the lube, successfully this time, and then slid back beside me.

I turned on my side to face him and our noses touched.

He grinned and stared at me. “I’m about to suck your balls through your dick and shove my fingers in your hole. Do you have an issue with that?”

I snorted. “Is that a trick question?”

He gave a lewd grin and then rolled on top of me, shuffling down between my legs and elbowing my knees wide. He slicked up his fingers in super slow motion, waggled them in the air, and started ordering me around.

So fucking hot.

“Get those legs of yours up on my shoulders.”

I had them there in a flash, my speedy response earning me another of those filthy smiles that always got my cock twitching. No matter what we did, I couldn’t get enough of him. The week with Liam had been the best sex of my life, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t had some good shit before.

“Any last words?” He eyed me sideways and I had to laugh, because seriously?Words?Was he kidding me?

His eyebrows arched as he stared down at me. Licking his lips, his fingers covered in lube, his cock hard and dripping—he was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen, and I wasn’t sure I could breathe, let alone come up with anything as ridiculous as words, but I finally managed, “Just fucking do it.”

He grinned. “Four of my personal favourites. And I have two for you, baby. Hold on.” And with that, he wrapped one hand low around my dick, cradled my balls in the other, and set about blowing my fucking mind.

I tried to focus on one thing at a time; I really did. I wanted to remember every second of it in living colour so I could play it over and over in my head after he left.

But it was too overwhelming.

He came at me from all angles and the sensation overload fried my brain until I was drowning in a churning sea of everything Liam. His hands, his mouth, the way he hummed sending those little tremors through my cock—and how the fuck did he do that, anyway?

He was everywhere at once, working my dick, stroking and pulling at my balls, fingers sliding back to graze my hole, sending a million nerve endings screaming for more. And just when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, the tip of one slipped inside and lit me up like gas to a flame. I groaned and pushed my arse back to grab as much of him as I could.

“Greedy boy.” He stretched up to press a hard kiss to my lips while his finger fucked in and out of my arse.

“Oh... shit!” I groaned, far too loudly, and he wriggled back down to take up where he’d left off. “God... fuck! Oh shit. Oh shit.” My head slammed into the pillow as he found my prostate and tapped the fleshy nub on and off like a light switch.

Then he licked up my shaft and heat engulfed my cock as he swallowed me down, his tongue firm, dragging on the sensitive skin, his hand pumping below his lips while that wicked finger sat lazily in my arse like a bookmark, moving every now and then just to remind me it was there as the action played elsewhere, keeping me teetering on the edge.

In an embarrassingly short amount of time, I was writhing on the mattress, cursing Liam to let me tip over. “Please.” And okay, it might have been more of a whine than a request, but I was past giving a fuck. When I walked into that cottage, I parked my decision making at the door and Liam took over. Nothing in the world felt better than that.

I wriggled onto my elbows to watch just as Liam looked up, and fuck me, I wasn’t prepared for the glorious sight of him with my cock filling his mouth, his lips fat and slick, chin dripping with saliva. He somehow managed a clownish smile, clearly pleased with himself and my obvious frustration, the bastard. Then he shot me a saucy wink and shoved that clever finger high in my arse while swallowing me down the back of his throat at the same time.

Lights out.

Game over.

My body arched up, pleasure rocketing up my spine, and I came with a groaning shout of relief, spilling into his mouth as my hips bucked wildly.

Liam settled my hips with a firm hand, swallowing until I was done, his finger slowly fucking in and out of my hole as his tongue licked every scrap of come from my cock until my body shuddered and I had to push him away.

“Damn, Jules.” He wiped his mouth on the sheet. “How long since someone milked you? I could’ve bottled and sold that shit and made good money.”

“You, most nights this week,” I reminded him. “I guess I’m making up for lost time. It’s been a while between drinks.”

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