Page 42 of Not That Impossible

He opened his mouth to say something.

I panicked. Before he could speak, I whipped my sweatpants and boxers down. Just in case that something he’d been about to say was along the lines of,Well, good talk, must be off.

He smiled at me.

I smiled helplessly back. I was so lost for this man.

Leaning forward, he slid a hand around to the back of my thigh, and tugged me to him.

I tripped on the sweatpants bunched around my ankles. He caught me easily, steadied me, and said, “Take these off.”

I did. And then I was standing there in front of him, stark bollock naked.

Again.

“That’s better,” he said. “Now come over here and sit on me.”

I regarded him doubtfully.

I’d squash him.

In my head, I was a creature of beauty and grace, and I’d slide onto his lap in a delicate flurry of slender limbs. In reality, I wouldn’t look remotely like that. My cheeks heated.

“Hey,” Liam said. Both hands went to my thighs and he drew me closer. “Like this.” His left hand slipped down to my knee and squeezed gently. He guided me to bend my leg and place my knee onto the sofa cushion beside his hip.

I wobbled, lurched forward, and bounced my pec off his face. “Oops. Sorry, I—hhhnn.” I moaned and went limp as, instead of shoving me back for being a clumsy oaf, Liam teasingly bit my chest and sucked, hard and quick, on my nipple. I gawked at him.

He laughed up into my face. “Your eyes are ridiculous,” he said, reaching up and tracing a thumb along my cheekbone. “So big and round. You look like surprised Pikachu.”

“You…you know who Pikachu is?” I stuttered. “You know aboutmemes?”

“Yes,” he said dryly. “I know about the internet. Now, focus. You’re supposed to be sitting on me.”

I blushed again, awkwardly braced a hand beside his head, and swung my left leg up onto the sofa until I gingerly straddled his lap.

Liam stared thoughtfully at my dick, which was all but screaming for attention and approximately two inches from his face. I was rigidly up on my knees, not wanting to crush his thighs. “Sit,” he said.

“I’ll squash—”

“Jasper, sit.”

“Oh my god, I’m not a dog and I’ll squash—”

“I know you’re not a dog, and you didn’t worry about hurting me when you were throwing me around a few minutes ago. Now do as I say, and sit.”

I shivered. “Yes, but—”

He gripped my hips and pulled me down.

I reluctantly settled, watching his face anxiously for a wince.

He shook his head once, then slipped his hands from my hips down and around to hold my butt.

I gasped and flexed.

Liam made a low sound of approval. “Like that, do you?” he said, stroking my arse in firm, slow circles.

My dick kicked. “It’s okay.” I went for a casual tone, and I landed somewhere between desperate and fuck-me-now.

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