“Yes, Daddy.” At that, he smirks. It’s too soon to play the daddy issues card, but seeing that gleam in his eye has me feeling some kind of way. “Did I mention how sorry I am?”
“You did, but I think I have a better idea of how you can apologize.” He takes my hand and I follow him into the bedroom. It feels like a long-awaited victory and I’m ready to jump on the bed and fist pump with euphoria.
He’s been treating me like a fragile China doll ever since I moved in. When my home life fell apart, it’s like he didn’t want to push me or rush me. Maybe he thought if I used sex to deal with my problems, I’d be falling into old habits. I think he can see now that’s not the case. As shitty as it sounds, I never felt guilty for my selfish actions before. I did what I wanted to do, fuck the repercussions. I didn’t give a shit about anyone else, really. Not until him.
Guilt from last night consumes me like it’s pouring from my every pore. I think he sees that.
Liam is like a present I’m dying to open. I want to tear into the wrapping, peel away the layers covering him up, and use him like a new toy I’ve been dying to get my hands on. He, however, has other plans.
We stand beside the bed and his hands fall to my shoulders. He looks at me like he’s going to savor me for hours while I look at him ready to swallow him whole. His hands fall down my arms and goosebumps pebble on my flesh. Once he reaches my waist, he peels my t-shirt up ever so slowly. He’s torturing me, punishing me. The cool air hits my heated skin.
In a flash, my breasts are exposed and my nipples tighten. They’re desperate for his touch and thank God he doesn’t deny them. His mouth covers one pink bud and a breathy moan pours from my throat. I love the way his tongue dances across my piercing. He knows the perfect amount of pressure to send me over the edge.
I whimper as his mouth leaves my breast and moves up to my neck. His hands find a home on my waist, but I’m grateful he doesn’t linger there too long. His fingers find the button of my jeans and he pops it open before pulling down the zipper. If I had it my way, he’d already be inside me. Instead, he pulls down my pants like we have all the time in the world. In reality, if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I may die from deprivation. His hands trail down my legs as he peels away my jeans. His fingertips leave heat wherever he touches. I’m on fire, thanks to Liam awakening every nerve ending in my body.
I try to undress him, but he pushes me away with a shake of his head. No fair. I pout and the expression has him smirking. He’s happy with himself and I’m miserable.
With a nudge, he gentle pushes me back onto the bed. My panties are still on and they’re soaked. I lie back onto the pillows and spread my legs wide. Liam’s eyes are black with desire, but he’s not touching me. I’m ready to combust and he’s taking his precious time.
I trail my hand down my stomach and hook my fingers around the side of my panties, exposing myself to him. If he’s not going to touch me, I will. I’m drenched and ready for him. I push two of my fingers into my core and arch my back as I hit my g-spot. A moan flies from my lips and similarly, I hear him groan. If he wants to be a tease, two can play this game. I remove my fingers and spread my lips, showing him what he’s missing. My hand moves up to swirl around my throbbing clit. I put pressure on the tight bud and call out Liam’s name.
In an instant, he’s on me, devouring me. He shoves my hand to the side and his mouth latches onto me, lapping up everything I give him. I cry out and ride his tongue. He fucks me with his mouth and I see stars. I come, screaming his name, and the slow lovemaking is long forgotten. Liam pulls his pants down just enough to pull out his thick cock. He slams into me and I sigh in bliss. He groans as he pounds into me and his dick feels like home. My hips meet him, thrust for thrust until he can’t hold off anymore. He grits out my name like a curse and pours himself into me. Stilling, he leans down to kiss me. Our foreheads touch, both sticky from exertion and orgasms.
“That’s not how I wanted that to go,” he says almost sadly.
“Well, we have all night,” I smirk, sated for now, but I haven’t gotten near my fill of him tonight.
He pulls out of me and I’m sure I’m spilling all over his sheets. I turn on my side, admiring him, watching as he finally removes his shirt and kicks his pants off the rest of the way. He leaves his briefs on, covering his magnificent cock back up, though I’m already hungry for more.
Once he lies back down beside me, I trail my fingers over smattering of hair across his chest.
“I love you, ya know.”
“I know now.” He kisses me and his smile lights up the room.
“Let’s not make a big deal about it or anything.” My cheeks heat and I’m tempted to cover my face.
“But it is a big deal, Flynn. It’s everything.”
Liam has been quiet since last night, also known as The Night I Said I Love You
