“I want to touch you,” I whimper. So bad.
"Oh, you do?" he mumbles. His pace into me never relenting. I'm finding it hard to keep my body upright as he ravishes me. This is raw and hot, but at the same time, he's telling me I'm all his.
"Liam, please," I beg, arching my chest towards him as he sucks on my neck like a hungry beast.
"You drive me wild, you know that?" He pulls back from me, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead. His hair is unruly, and I want nothing more than to drag my nails through it as I'm on the verge of my orgasm.
"Liam." I tug at my tied hands, desperately wanting out of restraints. “Please."
He smirks. "Hold on, Red, I'm going to give you what you want."
Liam wraps his arms around me lifting me off the desk, still connected as one, and carries me over to the couch. He sits me on his lap and frees my hands.
I immediately run my fingers through his luscious locks and down his face, feeling as if I’ve been deprived of touching him for years.
“Better?” he chuckles, and I nod.
“I like being able to touch you.” I rock my hips as I dig my nails into his bare shoulders making him hiss.
“Maybe I should’ve kept you tied up. You're a vicious little thing.” He grabs my hands and pulls them back. “Now let’s undo this blouse. I need to see these perfect breasts of yours.” He undoes the buttons of my navy blouse, but I swear he’s going to end up ripping them off as he descends down, and he’s no nicer when it comes to unhooking my bra. The fabric falls to the floor behind me and he wraps his mouth around my nipple.
As he greedily sucks on my breast, he grips me around the hips and rearranges himself on the couch to lay down taking me with him. My knees dig into the soft cushions, as I straddle above him.
“Take control, Red. Ride me.” I do as I’m told, lifting myself up and sliding back down on his hard cock over and over again, till I'm panting heavily, my legs tiring, but I'm determined to satisfy us both.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful bouncing on top of me.” He reaches up and traces his long fingers down my body. “All mine,” he grunts. “All fucking mine.”
"Yes," I call out, dragging my nails down his chest.
“Hush.” He chastises but then slaps me hard on the ass making me yelp. “You'll have to be quiet. I don't want anyone on the other side to hear your pleasure.”
I bite my lip as my eyes dart to the wall next to me. Shit. I'm sure anyone walking by is getting quite an earful.
He grips my hips and pulls me down slamming into me hard. “I think the risk of getting caught turns you on, Red. Your pussy is quivering.”
“Mmmm,” I moan as he slams me down onto him again. My hands grip at his chest as I try to keep myself upright.
Liam grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me down to him, kissing me hard. The world dissolves around us as our bodies move together perfectly.
“You're all I want. All I fucking want,” he whispers in my ear.
“You’re all I want,” I moan and fall apart around him, as he comes deep inside me.
My body falls limp on to his, my breathing heavy, and my body shaking from the tiny aftershocks of my orgasm. This man is a God. I grind my hips against him, prolonging the tiny shutters of my orgasm.
Liam's strong arms clasp around me as he holds me tight to him, our hearts beating in rhythm as he presses kisses into my hair every so often.
“I’m keeping this couch when you update my office, right?” Liam asks once we both come down from our sated high.
“Maybe we can upgrade to a pullout.” I giggle and prop myself up on his chest. “And some soundproofing.”
“I like the way you think.” He combs his long fingers through my hair, smoothing out the slight tangled mess that has formed.
“I’m sorry I overreacted after the note, especially after everything.”
“I’m sorry too; I shouldn’t have left that note.”
“I didn’t mind your version of sorry.” I smirk and run my hand down his bare chest which is slightly clammy from our lovemaking. “I didn’t mind it at all.” I hum more to myself as my mind flutters back to when he tied my hands and took control.
“I’m just happy you’re still here after everything I told you,” he murmurs and wraps a strand of my hair around his finger.
“What you told me wasn’t enough to make me go anywhere. You would have to be on the lines of a serial killer to even make me think of running.” I’m sure I have a few extra hang ups, but what he told me last night didn’t even make me want to pick up my running shoes in the slightest.
“Being a serial killer will only make you think of running?”
I nudge his shoulder. “You know what I mean.” I rest my head back on his chest, so I can listen to the thumping of his heart.
“If anything, last night I decided I wanted everything and more with you.” He slowly strokes my bare shoulder and I can hear the uptick in his heart rate, so I know whatever he’s about to tell me isn’t easy. “I spent the whole night awake thinking of you. Maybe it did freak me out a little. This last month has been different than anything I have ever experienced," he admits and lifts my chin, looking me dead in
