Meeting Jordan’s eyes in the mirror, a smile slowly creeps onto my lips as I grip my cock and slide it along her slit. Her hips press backwards, but I refuse to give either of us what we so desperately want, even though my cock is begging me for it.
My free hand comes down and cracks her ass with a good slap. Her reaction is exactly what I want. Gasping, she rears up from the sting and I surge forward, my cock sinking into her pussy as her thighs hit the desk hard. I pause, not to give her time to adjust, but to see what she does. Whether I’m too rough, or whether it’s just enough.
“Can you take it, Jor? How do you want it, Fireball?”
Her eyes are wide in the mirror and there’s tension in her body, but then she blinks, and I can feel her relax before she pushes back against me. She can see the question in my eyes. The permission I’m asking for without words.
“Just like that. Don’t be gentle,” she says, hinging further at the waist to give me the same access I had before I thrust inside of her. It makes my cock sink deeper into her gloriously tight pussy. “I’m not a doll, Liam. You won’t break me. Fuck me.”
There’s not a chance in hell I won’t give her what she asks. Taking her words to heart, I pull nearly all the way out before driving back in, her thighs hitting the desk again. Giving her ass another smack, I start a grueling tempo as my hips slam into her ass, the sound of our skin slapping together music to my ears.
Pushing down on her back until she’s flat against the desk and we can both see what’s happening, I know she’s as lost in the sight as I am as I punish her tight cunt. She feels like she was made to be wrapped around my cock, squeezing my length like a fucking vice with each rough stroke.
“Fuck, Jor. You’re such a good girl. My fucking girl. MyFireball. Fuck, you feel so good,” I praise her, wrapping her hair around my fist. “So fucking tight, but so fucking wet. I’m gonna punish this pussy all damn night.”
Without warning I jerk her upright by the hair, eliciting a gasping moan. My free hand moves from her hip to the apex of her thighs. Moving my hips at this new angle, I use two fingers against her clit while she cries out, her walls constricting around my cock as an orgasm washes over her. My name is on her lips again, and I clench my jaw, willing myself not to bust right then and there as she rides out her orgasm.
She’s hardly taken a full breath when I’m bending her over the desk again, both hands coming to her hips for the leverage I need to pound into her as I race to the finish.
It's not long before my balls tighten and my body spasms, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. The kind of freight train carrying all the pleasure in the god damn world. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I spill into the condom, bowed over Jordan’s back, my fingers digging roughly into her hips.
Minutes pass, both of us breathing heavily, before I hear Jordan’s voice below me. “Liam?”
I grunt, incapable of anything more.
“I’m gonna need us to do that again.”
A smile tugs one half of my mouth up, and I press it against her back before rising enough that I can look at her in the mirror. “What did I tell you earlier?”
An eyebrow perks up at me through the reflective glass.
“I told you I was going to show you how fucking perfect you were,” I tell her, smirking. “Don’t you know practice makes perfect?”
Chapter 5
Jordan
Coward.Coward,coward,coward.
The word repeats in my head with every step I take towards the pool. A pool that seems way too far from my hotel room. How far away is this thing anyway?
I glance over my shoulder, eyes searching the mostly empty corridor for any sign of a familiar head of wavy brown hair. When the coast is clear, I speed up my steps to round a corner, not wanting to get caught before I’m surrounded by others. Finally, in the distance, beyond doors and windows, I can see the pool area ahead. It’s a beacon of hope, and my steps quicken again.
It’s not easy to speed walk this morning. In fact, it hurts like hell. Every part of my body aches after being well used last night. That in combination with parts of my body hitting surfaces all over Liam’s hotel room. When I looked at my thighs this morning, there was a line of bruises along them from the desk. Or the bathroom counter. Oh hell, it could have been the couch.
The marks didn’t end there. I found little purple imprints in the pattern of fingertips along my hips where Liam held on more than once.
Ironically, I think the only place I don’t have a mark is the one place he wanted to leave one. My neck.
Not that I’m complaining about any of them. Good god, I’m not. Last night was…
Stop, I chastise myself before finishing the thought.Last night was nothing but a memory. Nothing that is going to be repeated or talked about.
I wish my body got the same hint. Thoughts of Liam have my stomach fluttering with hope of reprising the entire evening. If I’m not careful, my bathing suit bottoms are going to be drenched just thinking about it. Which I keep doing, even though I’m desperate not to.
The flashbacks come in waves. Him on top of me, him behind me, his fingers inside of me, his cock punishing me. Good god, his cock. That glorious piece of him. Not huge. Not small. Absolutely perfect.
I whimper. Perfect. The word is never going to have the same meaning. The man worshipped my body for hours. I don’t know if I can even count the amount of times he made me orgasm. Practice makes perfect, he kept telling me.
