Page 35 of Hired By the Enemy
He stares at me with hooded, lust-filled eyes. “It appears the nerd look definitely does it for me.”
Then he reaches up and grabs the back of my head, pulling me down to capture my lips in an intense kiss.
Kissing Liam…there are simply no words to describe it. I never knew animosity was the missing ingredient in every other kiss I’ve had, but it appears to give an extra dimension.
Neither of us gives an inch. It’s a battle of dominance as we each try to subdue the other with our mouths.
Fuck, I hate to admit that Liam’s comment on the dancefloor was right, but it really feels like no kissing I’ve done previously has ever been in the ballpark of this.
Liam uses his superior weight to roll us over until his body is completely covering mine. Why does Liam’s weight seem so perfect on top of me? Why does kissing him feel as important as breathing right now?
Judging from his dilated pupils and heavy breathing when he pulls away, Liam is equally affected by our kissing.
He reaches out to touch my cock, and I release a low moan.
“Holy fuck, Matthew,” he says.
“It turns out there’s one part of me that really likes you,” I say hoarsely.
“I guess miracles do happen.”
And then we’re kissing and rolling over again until I’m back on top.
I reluctantly wrench my lips away from Liam, but it’s only because I have a better destination for my mouth.
I shimmy down to where his cock is waiting. Oh, holy hell, seeing him so erect and hard for me blows my mind.
A deviant thought races through my mind, and I decide to indulge myself, so I lean forward to give his cock a long, teasing lick. Liam lets out a low moan.
I pull away. “Admit you were the one who put Tabasco sauce in my toothpaste.”
“What?” Liam’s pupils are blown out in lust as he blinks at me.
“In sixth grade, admit you snuck into my house and mixed Tabasco sauce into my toothpaste. I’ll give you a reward for your honesty, I promise.”
I give another swipe of his cockhead with my tongue, letting him know exactly how I plan to reward him.
Liam’s head flops back down on his pillow. “Okay, okay, that was me. I admit it.”
I take him into my mouth as a reward, and he moans, the deep and low sound sending vibrations through me as I work him over.
But it appears I should be careful what games I play.
Because, suddenly, Liam has used his superior weight to flip me onto my back, and he’s hovering over me, a dangerous look in his eyes.
He puts his hand around my throbbing cock, but leaves his grip loose.
“Admit you were the one who put that stink bomb in my locker during our freshman year.”
I’m so aching to be touched by Liam that I feel like I’ll go out of my mind with want.
“Okay, yes, yes, that was me…” I babble. “Oh, holy god.” Liam has rewarded my words by tightening his grip, giving me the friction I desperately need as he strokes me firmly.
He then wiggles down the bed and plunges his mouth over my cock.
Sweet Jesus. Being engulfed in the hot, perfect heat of Liam’s mouth sends me into a state of bliss.
Abruptly, he pulls off to stare up at me, his gaze intent.
