I lightly rake my nails over his back and his mouth finds mine again as he inches out of me. I lift my hips, urging him back, but he has other ideas. He puts his hand between our bodies, pinning me down as he applies pressure to my clit.
“Oh,” I say, willing to stay still if he’s going to do this to me. His fingers glide over my clit as he slides in and out of me, and even though it feels incredible, I swear to God, it’s the look on his face, a mixture of sweet torture and bliss that propels me into outer space. I clench around him and he bends to take my nipple between his teeth. He clamps down, and then licks the sting, and as pain and pleasure merge, my body once again lets go. I come around his pistoning cock, and my juices make him slick as he puts both hands under my body to grip my shoulders.
“You’ve got me right there,” he growls, his blunt strokes for him now. I lift and meet his pounding cock, his pelvis smashing against my clit, and if I didn’t know any better, I’m sure he’s going to make me climax again, but three in one night? Impossible, right? Or not.
“Liam,” I say, my brain a mushy mess of need and lust, my synapses no longer firing as nothing but pleasure exists in this realm. He hits my cervix, time after time, and before I even know what’s happening, I’m coming again as he rides me, hard, fast, prolonging my orgasm as his approaches. He thickens inside me. “I feel you,” I cry out as I clench around him, never before having a full body climax and not really even knowing if they existed. Oh, but they do exist and it took this man to teach me that.
He pushes hard and deep and throws his head back, a deep guttural sound in his throat as he comes with me, coming high inside my body. I shatter around him, my entire body shaking like I’d just come from the rinse cycle, and when it stops, I collapse into a quivering mess of pleasure, a goofy smile on my face. He goes still and falls over me, sealing our moist bodies as he breathes against my neck, hot labored pants that speak of pure satisfaction. I smile, unable to contain the happiness welling up inside me.
Our breathing settles and he lifts himself, his eyes meeting mine, assessing me, asking questions that I’m not sure I know answers to. “Are you okay?”
My God, I’m not sure I’ll ever be okay again, and if I could go back in time and shake some sense into the me from an hour ago, I would. Why the hell did I agree to only one night? I guess the me from an hour ago had no idea this would be so fantastic, and dammit, I want more.
“I’m good,” I say. “Actually, I’m better than good.”
“You might not be so good in a second,” he says, and my entire body stiffens, my bliss disappearing in a puff.
“What?” I ask, and try to scramble backward, but he pins me with his impressive weight. What on earth does he mean? Was I not as good as he thought I’d be? Did I not live up to his expectations? Judging by the look on his face, however, I’d say those worries are for nothing.
“I fucked up,” he said.
“What did you do?” Oh, God, he didn’t lose the condom, did he? I can’t get pregnant. Not with his child. He does not have long term about him, and neither of us are looking for that.
“I liked it too much,” he says, an adorable grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
A laugh bubbles up inside me. “You’re crazy.”
“Hey,” he teases. “I’ve been called worse.”
“I’m sure you have, and well, if we’re being honest here, I might have liked it too much too.”
His grins spreads, heat and fire in his eyes as he looks at me, and I’m almost certain he’s ready to go for round two. “Are you saying we can do this again? I think we were premature in saying it was a one-night thing. Although I never like to use the word premature after sex.”
I laugh as he rolls off me, pulling me to the side, but the smile is gone from his face. My stupid heart flutters when he brushes my hair from my shoulders, his gaze moving down to take in my nakedness. Has any man ever looked at me like that before? How do I even describe it? A mix of lust and curiosity? I’m not sure, but it does something weird to me.
As a flurry of excitement dances in my stomach, I say, “I’m not sure it’s a good idea, Liam. I think it’s a conflict of interest. You’re Gavin’s big brother, and while it was fun having you as my big daddy,” I say, hoping to lighten his mood as well as my own, “I don’t think we can do this again.”
“You’re right. I know it.” He shuffles on the bed. “Hang on, I’ll be right back.” He throws his legs over the bed, removes the condom and dashes into his ensuite. I fight an internal battle as I wait for him. Can we do this again? My God, I’m trying everything to convince myself we can have sex, but inside I know once he’s tired of me, he’ll bolt and that means leaving Gavin too. No, it’s best we keep an arm’s length. At least that’s what my brain is telling me, but the second he comes back,
