LIAM PULLS THE TRUCK UP his short drive and doesn’t waste a second turning the key and ripping it out. His door is thrown open and I watch immobile as he stomps around to my door, my head tracking his every movement.
When my eyes meet his through the window, I shiver with the intensity that is written all over his face. My door opens and his hand snakes out, unbuckling my belt and pulling me from my seat with strong gentleness.
Of course, that gentleness is gone the second my feet hit the ground. He hands me his keys and without a word, I’m in his arms and he is prowling toward the door.
“Let us in, darlin’,” he grumbles and I falter when his mouth starts to lick and nibble down my neck. When I don’t move, he pulls his mouth from my neck and grunts, “Need you to open that door before I fuck you in the yard, Megan.”
“Oh, okay,” I sputter.
He dips his head again and I feel his body shake with silent laughter. “Only you could make me laugh when I’m so hard it hurts.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Let us in. Now.”
His mouth takes control of my neck again and with a shiver down my spine, I reach out with his keys and unlock his door, turning the knob to let us in. The sounds of his alarm beeping hits my ears and he steps through, kicking the door shut behind him before moving us toward where the waiting alarm panel is.
“Two-Nine-Six-Two,” he grumbles against my skin.
My hand is shaking so violently, I almost don’t hit the right combination. The second his alarm is settled, he turns and takes the stairs two at a time. His hold never falters as he then stomps through his hallway and into the darkness of his bedroom. Walking right up to the edge of his huge bed, he places me against the mattress, and shifts his body as his hands come out to grab my hips and spin my body until my legs are dangling off the edge.
I watch as he lifts his arm, grabs a fistful of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Each inch of his golden skin making my mouth water as the moonlight through his open window hits his muscular torso. I reach out, running my hand down his abs and lick my lips.
“You can play later,” he tells me as his hands then move to push mine out of the way and toward his buckle.
The second he releases the leather and his deft fingers start to pull each button from their secure hold, I have to fight the itch I have to rip the material from his body. I can see his thick shaft pushing against the denim as he works to free himself.
His hands leave their mission and I watch as he stands, thumbs hooking his briefs and jeans before he gives me a crooked grin and bends to push them both down, before straightening once again. Then he gives me a blink to take him—all of him—in before kneeling on the floor in front of me. I look down my body at him and he licks his lips.
“Now. Now you get my mouth.”
Oh, God. The rush of arousal overpowering my already overloaded system.
His hands reach out and I jump when he palms the skin right above my knees, earning me a smirk. He takes his time, killing me with the slowness that his hands take as they travel up my thighs. Right when he reaches the top, his thumbs brush against the crotch of my shorts and I almost come unglued, my hips jolting off the bed. He moves quickly then, moving his hands to my hips and pressing me back down before curling his fingers into my skin.
“The smell of you, God damn. I thought I was starving for you before. I’m going to eat you until you can’t breathe, Megan. Fucking drown in you.”
“Oh, God.”
“Hold on, darlin’,” he tells me and then my shorts and panties are flying over his shoulder, his hands back at my hips and he pulls me against his mouth—hard.
My head falls back and I lose the strength to hold my body up. When my back falls to the mattress, his hold gets tighter until I’m being pulled to the very edge, with my ass hanging half off. One of his strong hands leaving my hips and curls under my leg to throw it over his shoulder, fitting his mouth even tighter to my core.
When his tongue starts to twist and push against my clit, I cry out and he grabs my other leg to pull it over his other shoulder. Then in a move that would make a porn star proud, his mouth opens wide and his cheeks pull in as he sucks hard while his tongue drops down and pushes inside of me.
That’s all it takes for the burn to catch fire and sear through my body in an explosion that puts stars in my vision, and my breath to stall in my throat. My back arches and my fingers ache as I fist his sheets between them.
He hums his approval against me just when my climax starts to ebb and I jump right into a second spike of pleasure, screaming until my throat burns. His head twists and his stubble burns against the sensitive skin on my thighs. My hand moves from its hold on the sheets and I push my fingers through his thick hair and try to move his mouth from its delicious torture against my swollen skin.
He growls against me and shakes his head, making me whimper when I feel the movement shoot up my spine.
“Please,” I gasp.
He doesn’t move, only intensifies his movements.
True to his words, he doesn’t let up until I’ve come another time against his talented mouth and only when he’s licked every inch of my oversensitive skin, does he start to move up my body. Licking, sucking and biting his way as his hands pull the material of my shirt up. His hands wrap around my back and lift me slightly as he fingers the clasp on my bra. When it gives, he makes quick work of continuing his journey of hands and mouth until his teeth bite down on my right nipple.
The feeling of pleasurable pain makes me jolt and he gruffs out a laugh against my skin.
He takes his time rolling each of my nipples against his tongue. Nibbling softly and biting down hard as I arch and writhe under his touch.
“Thought about nothing but this for months, Megan. Since the last time I had your pussy choking my cock, this has been running through my mind. I wanted to take my time, go slow, make it good, but there will be nothing slow about this time, darlin’,” he says against my breast.
I say nothing, but squeak when his hands push under my pits and push me further back in his bed, allowing him the room to drop his knee between us.
“I need to fuck you, hard.”
“Please,” I answer.
“When you come, you scream my name. When you called me Lee, fuck baby, felt it squeeze my balls so tight I could have come in my pants. Dig those heels in my spine, your nails in my shoulder, and you. Call. Me. Lee.”
I gasp and try to nod. His eyes search mine for a beat and then he lifts, reaches over to the side of his bed and I watch as he rips a condom open and rolls the latex down his shaft.
When he’s done, his hands move until he’s holding me with his fingers wrapped around my neck and his thumbs resting against my throat.
“I didn’t want to give you an angry come, but it’s been building for months. Building so high until that’s all I can give you. Next time, you ride me until you take what you need. Put me in you, darlin’,” he grunts.
I reach with an unsteady hand, between our bodies, and take his cock in my hand, running my fingers over the condom-covered skin until he groans.
“Now,” he demands and I stop teasing and move the tip of him where my body is weeping to be filled.
“Fuck,” he grinds out, his eyes never leaving mine.
His hands tighten slightly, not in a painful way, but the pressure against my throat makes me whimper just the same. The feeling of him holding me there while his body is heavy against mine works to have me climbing the high as my orgasm threatens again. And as he fills me in a bruising thrust that has the sound of his balls hitting my wet skin echoing out around us, my mouth drops and I cry out.
“You’re soaking me, Megan. You want it harder?” he grunts against my lips.
I push my head up, his hands tighten against my throat and I feel another gush leave my body.
“Fucking love it when I’m rough? God, your pussy is so greedy for me. Just me,” he rambles and then crashes his mouth to mine.
His hips pound against mine and his mouth swallows each and every cry that leaves my mouth. He continues his bruising pace as his hands leave my neck, I instantly miss the pressure and let it be known with a low whine. He sucks my tongue in his mouth and dips one elbow in the mattress as his other hand glides down my body and up the leg that is wrapped tight around his back.
His mouth leaves mine and with his hand still on my leg, he demands, “Dig your heels in deep, baby.”
I give him what he wants, but not because he told me to. I give him what he wants because when his hand leaves my leg and pushes into the mattress, bringing his body up he goes even deeper into my body and those heels push hard.
Just as he demanded earlier, my hands go to his shoulders on my own accord and as he takes my body hard, my nails dig in with my heels still pushing hard against the small of his back. Our eyes never leave each other’s probing gaze. Never once do I take my eyes away from his, so full of lust that I know there isn’t an ounce of control left in his body.
He drops his head and I lift up to meet him in a kiss so sweet it doesn’t match the powerful way that he’s taking my body. A kiss that gives me more than words ever could at this moment. His hips slow and as his tongue rolls against mine, his hips start to take me in slow, deep rolls. He doesn’t pull back, just rocks his hips against mine.
I push up and cry out when he slips even deeper.
His lips come from mine and his hooded eyes open a sliver. “Feels like heaven,” he says softly. “Everything, darlin’. Feels like everything.”
He drops his head, his forehead, wet with sweat, and hits mine softly. Then he starts to move, slowly dragging his cock from my body before pushing back in even slower. Each thrust he takes, every pull back of his hips, bringing me closer to breaking into a million pieces.
My breath comes quickly, matching his pants above me. It’s building so high that I know the power of my release is going to tear me in two.
“I feel it,” I gasp. “I feel it, Lee.”
“God, yes.” His eyes close and he drops his body down so that he’s resting on his elbows, arms pushed under my shoulders, and my head in his palms. “Finally.”
I feel tears leak from my eyes at the beauty of this moment and while I’m wide open for him in every way that counts, I push back against his hold and when I come, it isn’t Liam that I scream . . . it’s Lee. And the reward of this moment is when this big beautiful man, closes his eyes on a hard exhale and whispers my name like it’s the most precious thing he has ever experienced.