Page 70 of Perfectly Naïve
That throaty sound has me rising on my toes until my nose bumps against his. “This,” I admit, before gathering my strength and kissing him.
Liam’s mouth is soft and plush against mine. His tongue, hot and wet, traces over the seam of my lips, and I open for him, grasping the front of his suit. My beta takes control, the brush of his mouth a touch more demanding, the sweep of his tongue coaxing, the hard planes of his body pressing into mine. I gasp at the hardened length pressing against me.
His hand on my hip pulses. “See what you do to me, omega?” he murmurs before tugging my bottom lip gently between his teeth.
My hand floats down his abdomen, as if someone else has taken control of my body. Someone confident and experienced. I don’t question what’s suddenly become natural. I let my desires guide my movements. My fingers wrap around his dick over his slacks. It’s hard and thick, long enough to make me wonder how I’ll ever manage to take it all. Curiosity drives my fingers to the band of his slacks. There’s only one way to find out.
I pull back and search his face. “May I?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.” The sincerity in his tone warms my chest. In one way or another, I’ve fantasized about my ballroom-dance crush desiring me.
“Tell me if I do something wrong,” I whisper, undoing the belt.
“You could never do anything wrong.”
I hold his gaze and undo the button. “You’ll tell me, though, right?”
“Always.”
I drag the zipper down. His pants drop to the floor, and I glance between our bodies. His erection tents hisboxers. Carefully, slower than he’d probably like, I slip my hand into his boxers, palming his length. It’s hard and warm. Smooth. I wrap my fingers around him and suck in a breath. He’s so thick, the tips of my fingers don’t touch. “Wow, you’re big.” With a firm grasp, I drag my grip up his shaft.
Liam’s forehead drops to my shoulder. “Fuuuuck, Liv.”
“Does it hurt?” A rush of uncertainty hits me. This is new territory. Maybe I’m doing it wrong?
“Not in the way you think.” He pauses.
“What is it?”
“I’ve wanted you for years. Pictured all the ways I’d sweep you off your feet,” he murmurs like a midnight confessional. “To think I finally have you, and you’re the one about to bring me to my knees.” He buries his head in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent like it’ll be the thing that saves his soul.
“That sounds like a compliment.”
Both of his hands grasp my hips, squeezing and kneading. “It’s praise, gorgeous.”
I hum, pondering all the ways to earn more of those words that make me feel more like a goddess than an inexperienced omega. Clasping one hand on the back of his neck, I keep him pressed to my throat as I place my mouth at the lobe of his ear. “And how does this feel?” I drag my hand up and down, careful not to go too fast or grip too hard without lubrication. All the forums online said that it can hurt if you’re too rough.
“Sweet torture,” he rasps, kissing my pulse point. His hands glide to my ass. So big, they cover most of my butt, and when he grabs two handfuls, the rest of my insecurity fades away. This beta is nearly putty in my palms.
My skin sings at the caress. The pack has done so much to teach me things, all for my own reward. But maybe it’s time they start reaping the benefits. “I’ve been thinking.” I cup his balls, playing with and squeezing each one, smiling at thethroaty groan he releases when I tug on them both. “Maybe it’s time for my next lesson.”
Liam’s breath catches. “Liv, you don’t have to do anything more than this.”
“I know.” I grasp his dick again and pump. “But, I’d love to suck your cock if you’ll allow it.”
He curses against my skin and pulls back, throat bobbing. “You don’t have to.”
I nod and sink to my knees, looking up at the beta who stole my heart all those years ago. Liam guided me through so many songs and dances. It’s only right that he teaches me one of the more complicated numbers. “I want to.” My gaze slips to his length, the tip of it glistening with precum. I reach up and smooth that away, fascinated by the texture. “That is, if you want me to?”
“I want you to.” His voice is so deep and husky, my focus skips back to his face. Hooded eyes. Pulsing cock. Deep-seated hunger in his irises.
All good signs.
“You’ll have to teach me,” I remind him. I can guess the basics, but there’s a right and wrong way to go about this. Breathing in, I adjust my position on my knees, scooting closer, and circle my fingers at the base of his cock. Tentatively, I flick my tongue over his tip.
Liam’s hand smooths over my hair. “That’s good, Liv. Taste what you do to me.”
So I do, cleaning him up before carefully taking him into my mouth. My lips seal around his length, but I’m not sure what to do about my tongue and teeth.
