He makes his way up to my breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth, allowing his tongue to dance along the metal bar piercing the bud. I arch my back and a mangled cry escapes my lips. “Fuck.”
My tit pops out of his mouth and he places hungry kisses along my neck, likely marking me for the next several days to come.
When his mouth teases mine, I latch on with fervor. The passion between us is off the charts; our sexual chemistry can’t be matched despite the fact we haven’t even fucked yet.
My hands roam over his back, trailing down the muscles of his hard body. He’s sexy as fuck and obviously takes care of himself. I can’t help but wonder what his damage is keeping him single.
We all have damage. Hell, I’m riddled with it. I’m not judgmental, just curious.
His mouth leaves mine as he reaches into his bedside table and grabs a condom. For the first time in my life, I want to throw caution to the wind and have this guy fuck me raw. Lucky for me, the logical part of my brain is still intact which helps me keep my mouth shut. Nothing screams ‘crazy’ quite like asking a stranger to stuff his bare cock in you.
He positions his dick at my entrance, teasing me, spreading my wetness along the head. I lift my hips to push him in, but he backs away, torturing me with his restraint.
“You may be used to being the driver in bed, but not tonight. Tonight, you submit to me.” He holds my gaze until I nod, giving him my permission to do whatever he wants to me.
A smirk equal parts devilish and gorgeous spreads across Liam’s face. With one hard thrust, he’s inside me to the hilt.
“Liam.” His name is a moan on my lips. I’m full, so damn full, and the delicious pressure builds, taking me sky high.
At these heights, there’s only one thing you can do: fall.
My brain and body are flooded with pleasure, the ripple effects similar to the aftershocks of a magnitude seven earthquake. My back bows off the bed and the new angle is delicious and all-consuming. Liam holds me there, pounding into me like a fucking animal.
In the next second, he pulls out, flipping me onto my stomach and pulling me up on all fours. My arms give out and he growls from behind me. “Keep that ass in the air or I’ll fuck you there instead.” I’m tempted to defy him for the hell of it, but I refrain, holding myself up on unsteady arms.
He plows into me and I scream. His hand grips my hips, holding me in place as he takes whatever he likes. The angle is pure bliss as he rubs against my ass and hits my clit at the same time. I’m unprepared for my orgasm as it torpedoes through me, ruining me and everything else in its wake.
“God, baby, you’re going to make me lose it.” His voice is a heady combination of lust and anger. “I want the world to see what I do to you.”
Liam pulls out of me, his cock standing proud and glistening. He hops off the bed and walks around to stand in front of me. He offers me his hand and my arms are noodles as I reach out to grip his fingers.
My legs are jelly as my feet hit the floor, but he steadies me. He walks behind me, skin to skin, his fingers on my waist and his cock at my back as he walks us to the glass wall.
Liam presses me against the glass. The cold bites at my hot skin and goosebumps erupt on my flesh. My already pert nipples stiffen further and I’m afraid they’ll cut into the windows in front of me.
“Imagine all the people looking in this window, watching me fuck you.” He thrusts in and I moan. Voyeurism is such a fucking turn on, whether I’m the one being watched or doing the watching.
People mill around the city streets below us, oblivious to the dirty deed happening above them. It’s almost as if we’re trying to get their attention. Every time Liam thrusts into me, my palms slap the glass.
One of his hands tangles in my hair and he pulls it, angling my head back to capture my mouth in a searing kiss hot enough to ruin me. His other hand reaches around my hip and finds my clit.
Goddamn, it’s like this man’s cock was made for me. Our mouths part and his lips find my ear.
“Come for me, Flynn. Let everyone see what I do to you.” My head lolls back and rests on his shoulder.
“I can’t.” Another orgasm will break me, destroy me.
“You will. Come with me, baby. I’m close.” Pet names make me cringe. The affection behind them is a lie designed to make a person feel better when the reality is, most dudes just don’t want to call you the wrong name. But with Liam, I’m ready to run to the courthouse to get my name legally changed to Baby.
“Fuck me, Liam.” He goes to town, pounding into me like this is our last night to live. The road to this orgasm is slow and scenic, but the fall is the most magnificent of all. My legs buckle and he catches me, as he finishes, moaning loud in my ear and chanting my name over and over. It’s my new favorite album and I want to play it on repeat.
My eyes flutter closed and air whooshes under me. Strong arms support my body before I’m laid on his bed. Then everything
