Page 39 of Once Upon a Dream
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Liam stirs a single finger inside of me as he gently works my clit, and I think I might die. Or explode. God only knows how I’ll survive when he fucks me with his cock if this is my reaction to one of his fingers—he is going to fuck me with his cock, right?
I twine my hands through his hair, smiling at the now-predictable growl it elicits, and then tug up so he looks at me.
“You can fuck me,” I say softly. “Just so you know.”
“It’s all fucking, angel,” he says and then wedges another thick finger inside me. “But if you’re asking for my cock, I’ll give it to you. When I’m ready.”
Scarlett makes a noise next to me and I look over at her as Liam’s tongue starts stroking me again. Her chestnut-brown hair is mussed and tangled in a halo around her head, and even in the dim light, I can see the post-orgasm flush on her cheeks.
“I want to see him use his cock on you,” she says, with a languorous stretch, and then she’s sitting up so she can better watch him kiss my pussy. “And then I want to use it myself. It’d be such a shame to waste such a big, thick cock, hmm?”
A grunt from between my legs. Liam likes that.
“Such a shame,” I breathe. “I need it—”
The growl Liam gives now is almost frightening, and wherever his body touches mine has gone completely rigid and tense.
“Ohhh,” Scarlett says, able to see more from her vantage point. “You should see how hard his cock
’s gotten. It’s pulsing in the air now, all on its own. And it’s so dark and swollen—I bet it hurts. I bet it’s near-painful how good each bead of pre-cum feels when it rolls down the underside…”
Liam growls again, curling his fingers up against some impossibly sensitive part of me, and it feels so good, eyes-rolling-back-into-your-head good, and I can’t take it, can’t take it, and I come with wild, whimpering noises, seizing hard around his fingers and quivering against his tongue. In an instant, he’s on his feet.
“I need a condom,” he says, and his voice is rough with need. “Tell me you have a condom.”
For a real moment, I panic. Scarlett and I had been prepared for a trip alone—penises and the things one needs for penises hadn’t really factored into my packing. But then Scarlett climbs off the bed with one of her mischievous laughs and walks over to the end table.
“This cabin is a bit of a love nest for my parents,” she explains, pulling out what has to be the largest box of condoms I’ve ever seen. “They keep themselves well stocked.”
If Liam is embarrassed to use condoms belonging to the parents of the woman he’s about to fuck, he doesn’t show it. He takes the box without a word, pulling out a packet and checking something printed there before grunting to himself in satisfaction and tearing it open with his teeth. Scarlett holds out her hands; she takes the box from him as well as the wrapper, and watching her hand curl around the wrapper for the condom Liam is going to use to fuck me is strangely arousing. My pussy, still heavy and sensitive from my climax, feels extra hot and slick now, ready for his cock, ready for more.
Liam rolls on the condom with powerful, jerky motions, his need clearly displayed not only in his dusky, throbbing organ but also in the etched lines of his rigid abs and straining thighs. He’s nothing like the last—and only—man I’ve had sex with, who’d been a visual artist from Boston and favored a very sweet style of lovemaking.
Liam is primal. Big and masculine and not sweet at all, and he looks like he wants to devour me whole.
God, I like this so much better. I want to be devoured, and when he stalks back toward the bed, I scurry up the mattress not because I’m afraid but because I want to be chased a little. I want to feel what it’s like to be wanted so badly that you’re pursued.
I suppose that’s another thing I find irresistible about Scarlett. She’s a chaser, too, and right now she’s crawling up the other side of me and pinning my wrists between us as she takes my mouth in a hard, searing kiss. It’s electric—fast and sloppy enough that I know I’ll have her lipstick smeared against my own lips when she’s through—and it leaves no doubt in my mind that she’s as turned on as I am.
When we break apart, I see her breathing quickly, her eyes darting between me and where Liam is currently settling between my legs. “God, I want to see him fuck you,” she breathes. “I’m going to fuck you with a cock someday, too, you know.”
“What, you didn’t bring your cock with you?” I tease, although my voice is too husky with arousal to really sound joking.
Even in the dim light, I see her eyes flare. She leans down to whisper in my ear. “When we get back home, I’m going to teach you to respect my cock. Teach you how to scream for it.”
I know that I must look like the world’s most innocent lamb all trussed up for slaughter; I had no idea that anyone could talk like Scarlett could, no idea what was possible between us, and I know my shock and delight are written all over my face.
“But for now,” Scarlett says, using her thumb to wipe at the lipstick she’s left all over my mouth, “I think we should let poor Liam play before he tears down this cabin with his teeth.”
Liam does look close to some kind of destruction as he stares down at me, but nearly as sexy as his elemental drive to fuck me is the control he’s using to hold himself still. The obvious care and restraint in the shaking hand that touches my knee. The glitter in his eyes as he grates out, “If you want this, then I’m ready.”
I can’t get the words out fast enough. “I want it. Please.”
He doesn’t miss the way I look back at Scarlett as I speak, though, and he keeps himself still at a visible cost, his fingertips slowly denting the flesh of my upper thigh. “You two are something to each other,” he points out in a low voice. “I’m not here to fuck things up.”
