Page 49 of Dangerous Pursuit
Liam's on his feet before I finish talking.
My heart pounds out of my chest and I stretch my neck, looking back to where Liam walks away from me and toward the dresser, unhurriedly. God, his back is massive from this angle, slashed with various muscles, large and small, muscles I didn't know humans possessed. There are twin dimples on his lower back, right above the firm, shapely globes of his ass. He opens up the top drawer and I instantly regret it's not the bottom one instead.
As Liam rummages through the drawer, he abruptly turns around, heated gaze meeting mine. I gasp and instantly look away, as if I’ve been caught with my hand in a cookie jar. By the time it dawns on me I'm actuallyallowedto look, to participate even, Liam is walking back toward me, his hard cock swaying with every step, taunting and threatening at the same time.
"That's two out of three," he says when he's back, kneeling down behind me again.
I look at him from over my shoulder. "Two out of three, what?"
The half-smile he gives me has me choking on my inhale, because it hasnothingto do with humor. I grab the edge of the mattress as Liam scoots closer, so that his chest is pressed flush against my back, and with his hands right in front of me, he uncaps the bottle of lube he brought from the dresser, and pours. "Items on your little list." And pours. "Only one more to go." And pours.
It takes me a second for the words to sink in, and when they do, all other words seize to exist.
I feel like we're doing a group project, and I'm the asshole making Liam to all the work, because I'm unable to participate. I'm rendered useless when Liam finally stops pouring and tosses the bottle on the corner of the bed, the amount of liquid on his palm enough to fill a small cup.
He then brings his palms together and rubs them, lifting them up right in front of my face. The excess lube coats Liam's hands, slipping between his fingers, dripping down as he warms it.
My heart beats so fast it bruises me from the inside as I watch Liam's fingers dance, trying not to think about what other dances they'll be performing tonight, torn between toe-curling excitement and paralyzing fear of the unknown.
Liam's hands disappear from my view and all of my muscles flex simultaneously, my imagination running wild as I brace myself for what's to come. But instead of the unknown, instead of the intrusion, the pain I'm so worried about, there's only warmth when Liam grabs my ass with both his hands and starts massaging, kneading the flesh, coating it with a thick layer of lube.
My eyes fall closed and I lean into his touch. I get lost in the sensation, giving in, almost forgetting where I am and who Iam with. That is, until Liam flattens his palms on my ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading them apart.
I take a sharp inhale, but don't say a word. My voice would be too shaky to speak anyway as Liam gives my ass one more squeeze and slides one slick hand to my front where he takes my cock in a tight grip and starts jerking me without losing a beat and moves the other one just two inches to the side where his index finger slips effortlessly between my ass cheeks and the tip presses against my hole.
My body clenches automatically, but whatever discomfort I feel gets immediately wiped away with every stroke on my cock.
"Easy now," Liam says, as he circles my rim a couple of times, before pushing the tip of his finger inside me.
My muscles tense up and my ass clenches around his finger, but the work he's doing on my cock makes me relax again. It's like I'm trapped in the middle of some strange war of wills of my own, simultaneously wanting him to stop and continue forever.
"Shhh," he whispers, the puff of air that escapes him caressing my earlobe. "Jest let me in."
My cock throbs inside his fist, and my balls are painfully heavy. I do my best to focus on his hand that’s giving me the jerk of a lifetime as his finger pushes in further. It's bizarre and strange, and I'm not sure I like it. But then he pulls his finger out halfway, and when he pushes in again, it feels more natural this time. The third time, it's even less intrusive. The fourth, I barely even mind anymore.
And just as I think I'll get used to it, that I can ignore it and get lost in the delicious friction he provides to my cock, Igasp as his finger brushes against a spot inside me that triples the pleasure he's giving me.
"Do that again." My breaths are fast and shallow, my nerve endings going haywire, as he pulls back out, just half an inch, before shoving his finger back in, hitting that exact same spot, making my heart jump and my vision blur. "Fuck. What are you doing to me?"
"I'm helping out," he says as he pushes his finger in once, twice, and then starts thrusting with regularity, intensifying his efforts on my cock. "But if you want me to stop," he adds as he moves to give me light, slippery strokes on the head of my cock, "I'll stop."
I moan and arch my back. "No… Don't stop."
And he doesn't.
He picks up his pace on both ends, and my body starts working on its own accord. I rock my hips back and forth, fucking into his fist and getting myself off on his finger. And it's too much. With every passing second, I'm getting closer and closer, and I just know the multi-frontal orgasm is going to ruin me. But that's a kind of ruin I'll willingly participate in.
My head spins and I barely register what happens around me, too consumed in the sensation, and it takes me a while to realize that every time I move my hips, my lower back bumps against something hard, and hot and slippery.
The idea comes out of nowhere. It's like it's not even mine, like the overwhelming pleasure takes charge of my line of thinking. I reach around and grab his wrist. I pull it away, causing his finger to slip out of me, missing it the second it's gone. I pat around blindly until I locate and grab his cock. His thick, veiny, perfect cock, and angle it forward, aligning it with my crack.
It makes no sense, but I'm driven by want I can't control. I push my hips back, making the head of his cock slip between my ass cheeks and against my hole. And then I push, and I push, and I push my hips back, for no reason at all. It will never fit inside me. I'm not sure I even want it. But I need it all the same.
I groan in frustration as pre-cum spills from his tip and onto my rim, teasing us both.
"What are you trying to do?" Liam's voice is lower than usual, thick, and dark, and shaky.
"I don't know," I pant out. "I don't know."
