We didn't say another word, neither one of us could. We were both so lost in greed, trapped in a savage lust to take each other, our voices weren't needed.
I felt his fingers as they found the button on my pants and jerked it free. Shimmying my hips side to side, he worked my jeans over my thighs, tearing them off my legs. Grunting, Liam ran his lips over my neck, nibbling my collarbone, and shoulder.
“Mm,” I moaned, letting my head fall back as he turned his attention from my mouth to my body.
The man felt so good. His hands, his mouth, his fingers, it didn't matter how he touched me, all I felt was raw trembles as they raced up my spine and through my muscles.
I had never felt like this before, not with any other man I had dated over the years. There was never this level of passion, not like this.
“Fuck, that's sweet.” His voice crushed my ears, turning my insides into mush. “I love when you moan, it's like fucking music.”
With labored breaths, I sat up straight, and started to work at his pants. I wanted them gone, I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel the same ecstasy I had the night before. The man was like a drug, and all I wanted was more.
His cock pushed angrily against the scratchy material, eager to be let loose. Sliding his pants down his legs, Liam's cock popped free, thick and firm. He was engorged, pulsing and throbbing as I took his length in my hand and squeezed.
Snapping his eyes shut, his head fell back as he groaned. “Uh, damn, baby, that feels good.” Stroking his cock, I palmed the hard muscle from base to tip.
Gripping my knees, Liam pushed my thighs open, and flicked my panties to the side. Shifting his hips, I guided him towards my entrance, completely driven by the addiction running through my veins. My pussy was soaked, drenched in liquid arousal.
I couldn't think of anything right then but feeling him buried deep inside me. There were no rational thoughts inside my head, not one. I had been brought to nothing more than animal instinct. That itching, burning need that claws at your gut and takes control.
Liam's tip glided inside slow and precise, his eyes locking on mine as if nothing else existed in the world but us. His hands swept in, capturing my ass, as his cock continued to fill my sex and my walls stretched to fit him inside.
“You're so tight, so wet,” he said, whispering in my ear as he pulled our bodies together. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” Dropping his forehead onto my shoulder, his arms wrapped my ribs, and his pace quickened.
Thrusting hard, our bodies meshed together. My legs curled and hooked around his waist, fingers raking his scalp and tearing into the back of his neck as his cock went deep and hit my lower belly.
I felt the tingle start in my core, radiating outward, and attacking every inch of exposed skin. I was quivering from head to toe, completely drunk in a trance that I couldn't shake off.
Liam growled, his hips giving one last thrust. “Ah, fuck, Glory.” His words drifted out, a perfect blend of breath and voice as he caught himself on the desk. “I can barely stand.”
His cock was still buried inside me, pulsing and throbbing as goosebumps decorated his skin like small mountain peaks. Shaking his head, he threw his hands to his face and stepped back.
Tucking his length back into his pants, he bent down to the floor and picked up my jeans. “Here, you might want these.” Drawing in long slow breaths, he stepped back, turning to face the back wall, and ran his hands though his hair. “I. . . I'm sorry about that. I couldn't stop it, I just wanted you so bad again. I don't know what came over me.”
“What? Why are you apologizing? It's not like I told you no.” Jumping off the desk, I slipped my pants back on and stared at the back of his head.
I felt so confused and couldn't figure out why he suddenly felt bad about what we did. I wanted it too, it wasn't like he forced me.
“I know, it's just. . .” Ticking his head over his shoulder, I watched him rub his jaw. “Forget it, it doesn't matter.”
“Liam—”
Throwing up his arm, he turned around to face me with a forced smile. “No, really, forget it.” Glancing around, he walked in a small circle. “Looks like we're done here. It's pretty close to perfection if you ask me.”
What was he going to say?
I was tempted to press him, to find out what he was about to tell me. But I decided to just leave it alone. If he had something he wanted to tell me, some piece of information that he felt I deserved to know, I was going to let him do it when he felt it was time.
“I can't tell you how much I appreciate this.”
“It's not a problem, really.”
Biting my lower lip, I squinted my eyes. “Have you heard from you cop friend?”
“Not yet, but I'm not surprised either, this shit takes time.”
Chewing the inside of my cheek, I braided my fingers together and leaned back against the edge of the desk. “Does he need to talk to me?”
