Page 50 of Dangerous Pursuit
But I don't stop. He's still jerking me as I grind my ass against his dick, pushing the tip against my hole, needing… something. Needing… "I want you. Shit. I really fucking want you."
I don't know what came over me. I don't know what I'm doing. I just know I need more than this.
"Wait," he says. I vaguely register his hand no longer moving on my cock, but I don't care. Still grinding against him, still trying to make the impossible happen. "Wait," he repeats softly and grabs my wrist. "Not like this. We're going to need stuff."
I groan like an impatient brat. "What stuff?"
He's panting heavily. "Condom."
"Do we though?" I ask, because I don't want this to stop. I don't want to pause even for a second.
He lets out a strained chuckle. "Yeah, we do."
And then, he peppers my shoulder with three tiny kisses before he rises to his feet and his body heat is gone.
I turn around rapidly and grab his hand, halting him as he stands by the bed, ready to walk away. And for the first time since he ordered me to my knees, I lay my eyes on him. And what a sight he is. His skin glistening, his cheeks flushed dark red, chest heaving. And then, there's his cock. Long, fat, pointing right at me. "Don't go."
"Come with me, then. You have to show me the way, anyway."
I'm on my feet before he can finish the sentence.
For a moment we just stand there, inches apart, breathing heavily and looking each other in the eye.
I should be freaking out, but I'm not, my entire body itching as I dash to my bathroom, Liam's footsteps right behind me.
We stop in front of a vanity and I hastily go through the small drawer and grab a condom before I catch a glimpse of myself in a large mirror.
My eyes are only half open and I look exactly how I feel—like I'm trapped inside a dream I never want to wake up from.
Liam stands right behind me, his stance confident and imposing, and whatever fog that clouded my brain is gone now, replaced by sharp anticipation.
He grabs both of my hands from behind, places my palms on top of the vanity and pulls my hips, making me take two steps back. And here I am, bent over in my own bathroom, naked and dripping with desire, in the most unlikely of scenarios.
"What happens now?" I ask, partly because I'm really not sure, and partly to break the thick silence that fell between us.
"Now…" His voice comes from behind me again, but this time I can see him in the mirror. "Now I'm gonna claim you mine."
My breath hitches in my throat and I tilt my head back, my reflection suddenly too much to handle.
My skin tingles when he puts his palms on my waist, and my legs shake when he kisses the crook of my neck. And when he drops down to his knees behind me, my own are about to give out.
I clutch the edge of the vanity in an effort to keep my balance as Liam grabs my ass and squeezes my cheeks before gently pulling them apart.
A wave of thoughts floods my brain then. Doubt and fear and embarrassment.
But the second something soft, wet, and warm makes its way to my rim and circles my hole, my mind grows empty, and I let out my wildest groan yet.
The second the tip of Liam's tongue pushes inside me, I have to physically restrain myself from grabbing my cock, giving myself the two strokes I need to bust.
"Jesus, Liam," I whisper as he slides his tongue further in, along with his finger, stretching me, filling me up. I've never thought I'd enjoy a sensation as strange as this, but here I am, bending my ass even more, silently asking for whatever he's willing to offer.
A second finger joins the first one soon after, and then the third, and it burns. But the burn is a desired one, and the pain is welcome, and when he hits that spot inside me again, it's as much as I can take. "Fuck, Liam.Please."
He raises to his feet but continues to finger-fuck me, rests his chin on my shoulder and his eyes meet mine in the mirror, all innocent and infuriating. "Please, what?"
I groan.
"Hmm?"
