Page 11 of Dangerous Pursuit
The man is built, but my abs game isn't too shabby. I don't miss the way his Adam's apple bobs as his eyes roam over my bare skin. But before I can do my victory lap, he reaches out and pulls my shirt down, swatting my hand away.
"Quit it," he snarls through his teeth.
"Why? You can't handle me?"
He clenches his jaw and for a second I wonder if he's going to punch me. Surely I deserve it. And if he does, I'm gonna need a fucking doctor.
He doesn't. Instead, he spins around and starts walking. He has me on his heels before he can take three steps.
"You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" he asks as we squeeze our way between sweaty bodies, his voice cutting through the pulsing music. He walks fast, seemingly trying to lose me in the crowd, but I'm faster.
"I don't have to," I say as I take two steps to pass him until I'm standing in front of him, blocking his way. "Were you born experienced?"
Liam's eyes flash with anger, a storm brewing in their depths, and before I can react, he shoves me against a wall, pinning me in place with his forearm against my throat, almost cutting off my air supply.
I gasp, my pulse skyrocketing. Liam's face is inches from mine, his eyes dark, jaw clenched. "I'll tell you how I was born," he snarls through clenched teeth. "Aggressive, unyielding. I like things rough. You can't handle rough."
Jesus. My cock twitches at his words, heat pooling in my groin. He's so close I can feel the warmth radiating off his body, his masculine scent enveloping me—a intoxicating mix ofcologne and a hint of sweat. His chest is solid against mine, muscles flexing with every breath.
My mind races, torn between arousal and panic. I know I should push him off, put some distance between us before this goes too far, but I can't seem to make myself move.
Liam leans in closer, his breath hot on my ear. "And I sure as fuck don't do straight guys."
I swallow hard, my throat constricting under his forearm. His words shoot straight to my cock, making me impossibly hard. I'm panting, overwhelmed by the sensations and emotions coursing through me.
Part of me knows this is dangerous. But the other part, the part currently straining against my zipper, wants nothing more than for Liam to pin me down and fuck me raw.
I can't resist pressing my hips forward, rubbing my aching erection against his muscular thigh. Liam growls, the sound vibrating through me, and I gasp as I feel his cock hardening in response. It presses against me insistently, full of promise.
Jesus. I'm making another man hard. The realization makes me dizzy with trepidation. My heart pounds as I grind against him, chasing the friction, craving more contact. I've never wanted anything so badly in my life.
I hook my leg around Liam's waist, pulling him closer. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't pull away. If anything, he presses into me harder, his thigh sliding between my legs and igniting sparks of pleasure.
Fuck, he's massive. Solid muscle and raw power contained beneath his heated skin. He looks dangerous,predatory—like he could devour me whole if he wanted to. How do I make him want to?
Liam leans in, cutting off my air again. "You can't handle me," he repeats, his voice a low growl that resonates deep in my core.
My heart hammers in my chest. I know he's right. But I'll be damned if I back down now.
"Try me," I gasp out, my breath coming in short, desperate pants.
Liam's eyes flash, and for a second I wonder if I've made a mistake. Then he grinds his hips forward, his erection rubbing against mine, and I moan at the contact.
I'm grinding against a man in public.
Aroused by the feel of his cock.
How the fuck did I even get here?
Liam moves against me again and again, our cocks sliding together through the rough fabric of our jeans. I pant for breath, clinging to him as pleasure shoots through me like an electric shock. I know people are probably watching us, but I can't bring myself to care.
"This is a mistake," Liam growls, even as he grinds into me harder.
I gasp, tilting my hips up to meet him. "I love making mistakes."
Liam's eyes darken, his hands gripping my hips possessively to hold me in place. We move together, chasing release, and I moan at the friction and the stretch of denim over my aching cock.
Liam leans in, his breath hot and damp on my neck, and I shudder. His teeth graze my skin, making me moan. I'm overwhelmed by sensation, lost in the moment. The rest of the club fades away until there's only Liam—his body, his scent, his cock rubbing maddeningly against mine.
