Page 43 of Looks Real Good Now
Liam didn’t say anything else. He simply slid his fingers into my underwear and started rubbing circles around my clit.
I laughed softly.
“You know I’m gonna get a complex if you keep laughing when I touch you.”
“I promise, it’s not you. It’s just that I don’t remember the last time I had an orgasm without outside, vibrating, assistance and you get your slightly calloused, very capable fingers on my clit, and I’m just about ready to burst.”
He started rubbing faster and I grabbed at his shoulders to keep myself upright.
“I don’t remember you ever being this good for my ego.”
“Don’t get used—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence, because out of nowhere, the slow build of my orgasm crashed over me, and I had to bury my mouth into the fabric of Liam’s sweater. He kept rubbing my clit until I tried to shift my hips away from him, and only then did he remove his hand. Then, because he was very good at finding new ways to destroy me, he stuck the fingers that had just made me come into his mouth.
“Sorry, didn’t catch the end of that,” he said when he finished sucking his fingers clean, smugness practically oozing out of his every pore.
“You’re the fucking worst, you know that?”
He smiled as his fingers trailed down my side until they found the zip of the dress and slowly dragged it down. I could feel his erection on my hip, but he made no move to do anything aboutit, and I was frozen under his gentle touch.
“I’m going to go pay for this dress while you get changed,” he said quietly as he peeled it off me. His eyes took in my body as he revealed it, bit by bit. I felt my nipples harden at the heat of his stare.
“You are not buying this dress for me,” I managed to get out.
“Except I am. You want the dress. I saw you looking at it for ages, but you decided it wasn’t worth paying over a grand for. Which is fair, but I was always going to buy it for you because you deserve the things you want, even if they might be a bit excessive. And now, having seen you in it, and getting to watch you come all over my hand while wearing it, I am definitely buying it for you. Consider it your Christmas present.”
He let the dress fall to the floor and then ran his hands back up my body in featherlight touches that made me shiver.
“What were the sex toys for then?” Not that I wanted to unwrap one in front of our families.
“Our sex life,” he murmured, a thrill went through me at the word ‘our’, “which is something completely different from this. They were basically a necessity. Make sure you act surprised when you unwrap this on Christmas Day.”
“I’ll be sure to give the best fake surprised face I can muster up.”
He kissed me once more on the lips, lingering for only a moment before he scooped the dress and his hat.
“Just as long as that’s the only faking you do around me,” he said as he took the dress and sex toys out of the dressing room and left me to get dressed.
28
Liam
Alana had whipped cream on the corner of her mouth, which would have been fine except for the fact that she kept sticking her tongue out to try and lick it away. Every flick of her tongue made her lips look a little bit slicker and highlighted that they were still kiss-bitten. It felt like one big tease, which only got worse when she accepted defeat and swiped the cream away with the tip of her finger before slowly sliding it into her mouth and licking it clean.
I knew she was actively fucking with me when she hollowed her cheeks out before releasing her finger with a pop. I groaned, my hands clenching around the steering wheel.
“You alright there, Muller?” she teased as she took another sip from her hot chocolate, this time avoiding getting cream anywhere.
“In a general sense, yes, I am fine. At this moment, no I’m not. You keep licking your mouth and teasing me with your tongue and I amdriving.”
“Are you usually this easily distracted?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled by the lip of her cup.
“Babe, you know how you said you’ve been wet all day, which is something that has also been playing on my mind since you said it?” I saw her nod in my peripheral vision. “Well, I’ve been some kind of hard since I got my first taste of you and unlike you, I haven’t even come once today. Add to that you sitting there, intentionally teasing me, and I’m a bit on edge.”
I was usually quite good at being on edge, but this was sending me into overdrive.
“In my defence, you said you were fine this morning, and you left the dressing room so quickly there was no chance for me to reciprocate.”
“There wasn’t time. We had already been in there a suspicious amount of time considering you only took in one item.”
