Page 36 of Hired By the Enemy
“Admit you were the one who sabotaged my costume for the Halloween dance junior year.”
“That was actually Jana Murray,” I say breathlessly. “But I paid her to do it.”
He rewards me by taking me in his mouth again, then reaching back to tease my hole with a finger.
Oh, holy hell. I can’t help moving my ass against his finger.
He sucks at my neck while he works me over, lighting me up from the inside, and I get desperate.
“Liam.” I almost whine his name as I rock back into him.
Liam’s breathing comes in short pants.
“You want this?” he asks.
Do I want Liam Jamieson to fuck me?
Apparently, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“Yes,” I say, my voice revealing exactly how strung out I am right now. “Yes, I want this.”
“Okay.”
Liam pulls away from me and shifts off the bed, going to his bag.
I prop myself on one arm to watch him, my whole body tingling in anticipation.
His handsome face is serious as he rummages around to find a condom and lube.
When he walks back toward the bed, I’m expecting to see cocky arrogance on his face, but instead his expression is almost…uncertain.
And that uncertainty has me pulling him to me as soon as he’s back on the bed.
Our kiss is blistering hot, and we grind against each other. Liam kisses me so fiercely and intensely that I have no doubt he wants this as much as I do.
I finally pull away, breathless.
“All those times you told me to get fucked, now you actually get to do it.”
I feel a puff of his laughter, and I can’t help laughing, too, because the idea that Liam Jamieson is about to fuck me is so ludicrous, yet I crave it so much.
My laughter fades into a soft groan as Liam presses the tip of his finger inside me.
He kisses me as he preps me slowly, with softer, gentler kisses than our usual frenzy.
But it only serves to heighten my arousal until my cock is dripping.
I wrench my mouth from his.
“I’m ready,” I gasp.
And I get up on all fours, looking over my shoulder at him.
“Fuck, Matthew,” he says as his eyes rake over me.
I like him saying my name. I like him knowing exactly who he is here with. I’m not some nameless, faceless hookup from an app. Even if he doesn’t like me, he still knows me. I’m an actual, real person to him, not just a warm body to use.
Liam lines himself up, one hand on my hip. There’s normally a moment I experience when I’m bottoming, awhatthe hell are you actually trying to domoment, but this time, I don’t have it because I’m so on edge with anticipation.
