Page 23 of Dangerous Pursuit
Fear doesn't leave me, but desire is stronger, dulling every other sensation. Even my fingers are steadier now as I move them up and pop open the button of his jeans with ease.
Funny…
"What is?" Liam asks, his words catching me off guard.
I didn't realize I said it out loud.
My curiosity, my urge, my excitement don't let me fall into self—consciousness as I slowly pull down his zipper, the massive bulge inside his underwear coming into view.
"I'm in over my head, really," I admit, words leaving my mouth unnaturally slow as I push my hand against his cock and massage it. There's a hot, damp spot where the head of his dick is.Fuck… "I could have picked someone else. Not that I had a choice, but still. Could have picked someone"—I almostsay smaller—"easier to digest. More familiar. More average. Instead," my head spins as I run my index finger along his waistband, bracing myself to make the final step, "I chose a man and a half."
It's not until Liam's eyes open, settling at half-mast and meet mine that I realize I've been staring at his face the whole time.
"If this is too much for—"
"Oh, shut the hell up."
And he does, words dying in his throat as I pick this very moment to cross the line in the sand and push my palm inside his boxers, wrapping it around his cock while simultaneously fishing it out from all those stupid layers of fabric.
That's the end of our eye contact. Not because I can't look him in the eye.
But because something is calling me even more than his face does.
The second my eyes land on a good seven inches of hard flesh, I'm high on a cocktail of excitement and intimidation. And I just know I won't be able to tear my eyes off it until…untilImake the magic happen. For him.
My dick pushes painfully against my zipper as I grip him tighter, moving my closed fist up and down his thick shaft. He's cut and there's not enough glide to my movements. If Liam's hurting, he doesn't show it, hundreds of muscles shifting as steps in closer, his head inches above mine.
"Do you"—I clear my constricted throat—"happen to have any lube?"
He lets out half a chuckle that's cut off when I move to run my index finger around his slit, smearing pre-cum allaround the head of his cock. "I don't tend to have lube on me at all times, no," he still manages to rasp out, not without effort.
"Maybe you should start."
I don't miss how his entire body jerks at my words.
Jesus. I'm the one doing that.
I let go of his cock, my palm already missing the novel sensation, and bring it to my mouth.
I initially plan to spit on it, but I can feel Liam's eyes on me. I can hear the heavy puffs of breath escaping from his parted lips, so I stick out my tongue instead and lick the inside of my palm.
The same palm that played with him a second ago.
The gentle, salty taste of Liam spreads on my tongue and I can't shake the feeling that this, right here, is the moment when everything changes, and whatever identity I once associated with dissipates with each leap of my tongue across my palm.
I don't dare to look Liam in the eye, but I take my sweet time for his enjoyment. Because if the short, involuntary grunt that rips from his throat is anything to go by, he's enjoying it very much.
My hand's all but dripping by the time I grab his cock again, my movements finally smooth, effortless as I pick up my pace.
I know I'm not doing the best job. I can't be. It would be different had I tried this before, had I practiced. But at the same time, I'm glad his the first dick I've ever touched. Not that I had any desire to touch one before.
Still, I ask, "How am I doing?"
He tries to chuckle again, but the sound comes out as something else entirely. And even through my lust and the swirling ball of nerves in my brain, my lips curl up into a genuine smile. BecauseI'mthe one doing this to him.
"You want me to grade you?"
I grin harder. "You already did."
