I’m already so close to the edge, and when he adds more pressure to my clit, my body complies with his demand. I grip the comforter in my fists and I come… hard. My mouth drops open on a silent scream, and my pussy clenches around his fingers. He fucks me through the pleasure until I collapse back against his chest.
“Think you can take more?” he asks, withdrawing his hand.
My chest heaves. “I—I don’t know.”
He slides out from behind me and sinks to his knees at the foot of the bed. “Lean back and spread your legs, baby. I’m going to make you fucking gush for me.”
“You want me to…”
“Squirt? Fuck yeah. I want to watch this pussy explode for me.”
“I can’t… I’ve never.”
“Trust me.”
He bites my inner thigh as he slides three fingers back inside me one at a time. The stretch is almost too much from this angle, and I whimper at the slight bite of pain.
“Relax and let me take care of you.”
Looking up at me through hooded eyes, he swipes his tongue over my piercing, then down to circle my entrance. I throw my head back, fingers twisting in the bedsheets. When he sucks on my clit and curves his fingers inside me, hitting a spot no one's ever reached, I gasp.
The hand he had on my thigh now rests on my lower belly, and he presses down, driving me to the brink of orgasm for the second time. This feels different somehow. The pleasure builds low in my belly, slowly creeping through my body. “Liam, I think I’m gonna…”
“Let go. Fucking drench me.”
He presses harder on my belly while curling his fingers faster, his lips and tongue working in perfect precision. The pressure is almost unbearable, and just when I think I might die from it, my entire body releases. I cry out his name, soaking everything in the vicinity.
“Jesus Christ. That was fucking beautiful, baby.”
I slump back against the comforter, body tingling and utterly boneless. My eyes fall shut, and I lose track of time as I listen to Liam shuffle about the room. At some point, he uses a warm washcloth to clean me up and repositions me at thehead of the bed with a soft throw blanket while he strips away the wet comforter.
Once he’s done cleaning, he slides into bed beside me, lying on his side with his head propped on his hand. He’s changed his shirt, and my cheeks heat at the implication.
“You ok?” he asks.
“Ruby can’t come to the phone right now. She’s still on another planet.”
He chuckles and places a soft kiss against my temple. “Do you need anything?”
I shake my head and slide my palm over his beard. “I’m good. You should go check on Aiden.”
Our eyes meet, and he leans in close. This is it. Finally, he’s going to kiss me?—
But he kisses the tip of my nose instead. My chest is tight when he pulls away, disappointment threatening to claw its way out.
It’s like he’s deliberately avoiding my lips by kissing me everywhere else, and try as I might, I can’t think up a reason why someone would do that. I’m desperate for his touch. I’ll take whatever he’s willing to give, even if I die a little on the inside with every near miss.
“There’s water on the nightstand. Rest. I’ll be back in a little bit.”
I release a heavy sigh, and a single tear cascades down my cheek as the door closes on whatever just happened between us. A moment that should’ve been intensely intimate feels an awful lot like rejection, and the small flicker of hope I had for us falters.
Lying in the dimly lit room, I think over every sexual encounter we’ve had, and in every instance, Liam has always put my pleasure first. Not once has he made me feel undesirable. Yet every time I long for his lips on mine, he denies me.
He keeps giving me little pieces of himself only to pullaway again. I don’t understand it, but I can’t ask him for something he’s not willing to give. I could let the feeling of rejection consume me, turn me into some insecure girl I barely recognize, or I can pick myself back up and remember who the fuck I am.
Chapter 18
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