Page 38 of Trusting You
I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, and I looked over my shoulder. He was kneeling behind me, looking so large and imposing, slowly stroking his massive dick.
It was an out-of-body experience. I had been reduced to nothing but aching need. Gone was my usual self-consciousness, gone was my desire to strategically hide my body parts. Instead, all I could think about was how badly I wanted this man and the orgasms he was definitely going to give me.
I opened my mouth and words came out. I am not even sure if my brain was working correctly. “Yes. Please. Please. I need you.”
“Do you need me or my big dick?” He smirked, perfectly in control of this situation, the bastard.
“I need your big dick. Please give it to me.”
He draped his large body over mine, pushing my legs open wide. He slowly entered me from behind, while I lay flush against the bed. His body was on top of mine and he breathed into my ear.
I gasped from the intrusion at this angle. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “I love it.”
He started to move gently, slowly. The angle was intense. He was only able to manage short, hard strokes, but my God, I could feel him hitting my G-spot. I arched up to try and meet his thrusts while his body weight held me down.
“I am not going to last long like this, babe. You are gripping me so tight. Reach down and touch yourself for me.”
Wait, what? That was not something I did. Well, it was something I did regularly since I was fifteen, but not with a guy. That seemed really…intimate.
But I had to say, it sounded pretty damn good right now. Liam had scrambled my brain and I would give him anything he wanted.
“Okay.”
I gently snaked my hand under my body and found my needy clit, I slowly stroked, circling the tight bud.
“Oh my God. You just got tighter.”
I moaned. It was too much sensation. Every cell in my body was on fire.
I felt dirty and desired and liberated. I felt my ass jiggle every time he pounded into me, and I didn’t care. I liked it. I wanted this fast and dirty sex with this delicious man. I wanted to desire and be desired. I didn’t want to live in my head. I wanted to give in to my body for once and enjoy it.
“You got this, girl. Rub yourself. I can feel you squeezing me. Tell me what you need to get there.”
“Harder. I want it harder.”
He picked up his pace, slamming into me while his strong arms caged me in. Every thrust got me closer and closer. Within seconds I was detonating. Just completely coming apart. The pressure, the intensity, being pinned down—all the sensations were washing over me and I was powerless. I screamed and bucked and flailed as every muscle in my body contracted. I could feel him swell inside me and heard him growl in my ear as he found his release.
I was spent. I should have probably found my clothes and left, but after disposing of the condom, Liam climbed back into bed and pulled up the fluffy comforter. So instead of fleeing, I let him curl his arms around me, and I sank into his body heat. I closed my eyes, inhaled his scent, and allowed myself to drift away on a cloud of orgasmic bliss.
* * *
I woke to the blaring of my phone. Liam’s arms were still curled around me protectively as I disentangled myself and jumped up, searching for my purse. He sat up and I got another eyeful of his exquisite chest.
“Everything okay?”
I finally found my phone on the floor under my bra. “Hello?”
“Where the hell are you, Cecelia?”
Oh shit. Oh shit.My mom. I should have texted her last night. My mom rarely got angry. She was pretty zen most of the time. But given what happened with my dad, she was obsessed with our safety. Not calling and telling her I wasn’t coming home was a huge offense to Grace Leary.
“Hi, Mom. Don’t worry—I’m fine.”
“I thought you were dead.”
I wasn’t even sure how to respond. Sorry didn’t seem like enough, but at the same time, I was thirty-one years old.
