He continued petting and praising her as he worked the tip of his cock into her ass, finally slipping past the snug rings of muscle until his crown was fully within her. She shuddered. He felt so much bigger like this and the stretch burned, despite how well he had prepared her. But still she wanted more. She wanted all of him – the pleasure so much sweeter for the way it stung. She lifted her ass higher into the air, her hand between her legs stilling.
“How do you feel?” He asked, his hands on her hips trembling.
“Give me more,” she demanded breathlessly.
Slowly, he slid further in, inch by inch, his fingertips digging into her hips, until he was seated fully, her ass pressed flush against his pelvis. She exhaled shakily and then turned her head to the mirror again. “I want to watch you,” she said.
Liam reached around her waist and pulled her up to standing, her back arched as she balanced on her toes to keep him fully sheathed within her. He gripped her breast with one hand and let his other fall to her clit, pinching roughly, his fingers acting like a clamp around that bundle of nerves as he began to thrust in and out of her ass in slow undulations.
“Then let’s put on a show,” he growled in her ear.
His strokes came harder and more frenzied as his fingers twisted and pulled at her nipple and clit. She scrabbled for purchase, finally reaching behind and holding on to the back of his neck to keep herself from losing her balance. His fingers plunged into her clenching pussy and suddenly she couldn’t take a deep enough breath, couldn’t fill her lungs when she was so full elsewhere. She slammed her hips back, taking his cock as far as he could go, and then forward, driving his fingers into that magic place on her front wall. Over and over, back and forth, like being sawed in half, ripped apart by the mounting pleasure.
Her thighs began to quiver, and he cursed, his breath coming hot against her ear.
“I can’t,” she said. If she came again, like this, with his cock in her ass and his fingers in her cunt, she would break. It would kill her, she knew it.
“You will,” he growled with a vicious thrust as the heel of his hand ground down roughly against her clit. “One more, contessa. Give me one more.”
She came with great soundless gasps, surrendering to the white hot heat that tore through her pelvis and raced down her legs, the burning sensation along the bottoms of her feet, the uncontrollable shaking of her thighs. She surrendered to the pleasure pain of each thrust, her body contracting as if it would push Liam out, as if it would suck him in. Her orgasm dripped from Liam’s fingers and coated her thighs as he filled her ass, the sticky white proof of his passion spilling out around his cock. She collapsed against his desk as her climax retreated, his softening cock still in her ass, and laughed, halting joyous laughs of surprise and pleasure.
Liam curled his body over hers as he slipped from inside her, planting a kiss on the back of her neck. “Are you alright?”
“We are doing that again.”
Chapter Thirty-one
Min had only left a few minutes before when Liam heard a hesitant knock on his door. “What’d you forget?” he asked as he pulled open the door, shirtless and laughing.
But it wasn’t Min on his doorstep.
Liam’s face fell as he registered the tight set of Noah’s jaw, his lips pressed together into a flat line, his brow furrowed. Noah held a bottle of scotch loosely at his side, his other hand clenching and unclenching.
“Hey, Noah. I wasn’t expecting you,” Liam said, doing his best to keep his tone light. Normal.
“Clearly,” Noah replied. After a beat of awkward silence, he gestured with the bottle towards Liam’s living room.
Liam stepped back, giving Noah room to pass. “Right. Come on in. What’s going on?”
Noah continued down the hall past Liam to the open doorway of his bedroom. Liam watched as his best friend took in the scene – bedclothes and clothing tossed all over the room, the smell of sex hanging thick in the air.
“Like I said, I wasn’t expecting you,” Liam repeated.
Noah turned to face Liam and held the bottle of scotch out to him. “I think we both could use a drink,” he said.
Liam took the bottle and went to the kitchen to pour them each a glass. Noah trailed behind, his eyes scanning each surface in Liam’s house as if he were seeing them for the first time. As if he could see the ghosts of all the times Liam and Min had made love in each space. Noah accepted the drink without speaking, his gaze lingering pointedly on the two empty wine glasses on Liam’s kitchen counter next to Min’s score analysis textbook, and led Liam back into the living room.
“So now you know,” Liam said as he took a sip of his drink, avoiding Noah’s eyes.
Noah shook his head in disbelief, pity creeping into his eyes. “You think I didn’t know before today? You think I had to see that little public display of affection on your front steps when I drove by to know?” Liam’s face fell. “You think half the damn department doesn’t know?”
“What are you talking about?” Liam asked, his back and shoulders growing so tense his body felt brittle, like one solid blow could fracture him.
“You two can hardly be in the same room without undressing each other with your eyes. You disappear together during rehearsals –”
“That was one time,” Liam interjected, his throat going dry. As if that fact made it okay.How could I have been so careless?
Noah rolled his eyes. “Yeah, one time for twenty fucking minutes while half the department was in the next room! Rumor has it that Melynda went back to that rehearsal with bite marks on her neck. Did you really think no one would notice?”
