But with great power comes great responsibility, and while I may treat her roughly at times, I balance it with care.
Sliding my hand away from hers, it moves along the length of her body, stopping only when it reaches the bottom of her t-shirt. Her hips lift in reaction, begging me to touch her further south, but I push up under her shirt, skimming my fingertips upward along silky smooth skin until I reach her breast.
My cock strains against my pants. She’s not wearing a bra.
I lift my head to watch her face as I roll her nipple between my fingers, gently at first but when I get no reaction from her my touch grows rougher. I smile when she gasps, her back arching off the bed.
“Liam, please,” she whimpers.
“What do you want, Jor? Tell me.”
“Touch me.”
My fingers squeeze her nipple again. I’m rewarded with another sharp inhale. “I am.”
Her body wiggles until her center finds my leg between hers. “Here. Touch me here. Please.”
Standing up to my full height, I pull my hand out from beneath her shirt. The material falls to her sternum, giving me a nice view of her stomach and the waistband of her shorts. Crossing one arm over my chest, I bring the opposite hand to my chin, giving it a rub.
“Hmm. Maybe later.” When her eyes flash in recognition and alarm, I smirk at her. “Right now I’m more concerned with the amount of clothes you have on.”
With a grab of her shorts and the panties beneath, I swiftly pull them over her hips and down her legs, discarding them with my shirt. With her bottom half completely bare to me, I resume my stance of one arm across my chest, the other holding my chin.
“Damn.”
My tongue runs across my lips as I take in the sight of her glistening pussy. She’s soaked. Ready and waiting for me. I wouldn’t have to do a goddamn thing to be able to slide inside of her right now. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve seen, and my cock is throbbing against my jeans, telling me he agrees.
“Tell me what you want, Jordan.”
“Touch me,” she gasps, sliding a hand over her bared stomach.
“Here?” I ask, running a finger along the line of her hip.
She sighs with something that’s both pleasure and frustration. “More.”
“Here?” I ask again. I flutter my fingertips over the lips of her pussy before moving them to the inside of her thigh, floating them along her skin until I reach her knee.
“No,” she whimpers, trying to lift her hips, but with one leg looking for more from my hand and the other still too short to find purchase, she doesn’t go far. “My clit.”
That lights me up. I love hearing her tell me what she wants,but I’m not going to touch her with my fingers like she thinks I will. No, tonight she’s getting something else.
Dropping to my knees, I hook my arms under her legs to pull them up on my shoulders. There’s a gasp from above, but it’s not one that’s telling me to stop or wait. Still, I give it a second, flicking my tongue along her silky thigh.
“Liam!” she cries, the neediness in her voice unmistakable. Her calves flex into my back, pulling me closer. Begging me without words.
Burying my face between her legs, I slide my tongue all the way up her slit, inhaling her scent as I go. She’s full of arousal and it’s intoxicating for me. An absolute delicacy that I enjoy every second of.
“Liam…”
There it is. That hint of hesitation in the way she says my name. As though one single, tiny thought crept in and is about to blow this for both of us. I lick the length of her slit, giving her clit one hard flick before lifting my head, her arousal smeared across my face.
“Jor, do you trust me?” I ask, and her head comes up off the bed, her eyes glazed with need. She manages a nod. “Then just be here with me, Fireball. Let me enjoy you, no matter what happens. The taste of you has the ability to make me cum in my pants, so let me eat. Please?”
She holds my gaze a moment before her head drops back to the bed, and her legs spread an inch wider, inviting me in. “Take. Take it all, Liam.”
A grin spreads across my face as I dip my head back between her legs, placing featherlike kisses to the inside of her thighs, then her pussy, my tongue flicking at her entrance. “Mmm, fuck, Fireball, my cock is so hard for you. You taste so fucking good.”
Judging by the hand in my hair, urging me to give her more, I’d say that she’s enjoying every second of it as well. My tongue circles around her clit and she bucks hard enough that I bring one hand around to push against the bottom of her belly to hold her down while I finally put her out of her misery and flick her clit.
