Page 78 of Racking Up Penalties
I lean in and press my lips to Liam’s. He kisses me back with vigor, tangling his tongue with mine.
“Something about being here with you is turning me on,” I confess softly.
“I’ve been hard since you stepped in my room,” he breathes against my mouth.
I pull him down to me once again. Our kiss deepens, urgent, as if we’re both starved for this connection. There’s a hunger in the way his hands roam over my body.
Liam slides my panties down my legs but leaves the shirt on. I pull down his boxers so I can get a good look of his hot, hard cock.
“You look sexy as fuck in my shirt and nothing else.” Liam lifts me so I’m resting over his straining erection before slowly sliding me against him without actually pushing inside.
I bite my lip to keep from moaning too loud as his tip brushes against my clit. He holds me up so I can’t get all the friction I need, teasing me.
“Liam, you have to let me come!”
He chuckles but brings me down harder on his cock.
“Do you want to come, baby?” He whispers against my ear before kissing down my neck.
“Yes. Yes, I want to come. Please, Liam, let me.” My voice is desperate.
“I love it when you sound like that. Fine, you can come,” he whispers.
Liam grinds me down hard on his cock, right against my clit until I’m shattering over him.
“Good girl.”
He doesn’t waste time, sliding his cock inside me inch by inch until I’m straining against him to take every inch. Liam forces me to go slowly until I’m begging again.
“Fuck. Me,” I demand.
“Okay, baby. Anything for you.” His grip on my waist tightens as he brings me all the way down his cock. The fullness is incredible and overwhelming.
Each caress from Liam sends ripples of heat through me, his fingers igniting trails of fire along my skin.
Liam flips us over until he’s on top of me. He groans as he moves above me, his hips finding a rhythm that steals my breath away.
The soft creak of the door hinges barely registers until a shadow looms at the edge of my vision. My heart stutters, eyes widening as they adjust to find Ethan’s silhouette framed by the doorway.
“Shit, I—” Ethan starts, tension etching his features, brown eyes locked onto the scene before him.
Liam doesn’t stop, his movements unyielding as he glances over his shoulder, a knowing smirk curving his lips. “It’s okay, stay.”
I know Liam feels me clench around him. I didn’t expect this but I can’t deny it’s a fantasy.
“Are you sure?” Ethan asks, his voice low, his athletic form still lingering in the doorway, uncertain.
“Both of us are,” Liam assures, his gaze never leaving mine as he seeks silent permission.
“Come here,” I finally say, the words feeling like a leap into the unknown.
Ethan hesitates for a heartbeat longer before he closes the distance, his presence adding a new layer to the energy pulsing through the room. I feel it now, a trembling anticipation.
As Liam continues to move with a gentle determination, I reach out to Ethan, drawing him closer.
Liam uses his strength, again, to reposition us so I’m on my hands and knees and he is pounding into me from behind.
“I’ll even take my shirt off her so you have a better view.” Liam leans around me to pull the shirt off my body.
