His tongue glides across the slope of my cleavage and my head falls back. “Yes,” I quietly moan. “Liam,yes.”
“Fuck, Calypso,” he groans with his head pressed against the valley of my breasts and his arm wrapped tightly against my waist. Bodies flush against each other, he looks up atme. “I’ve been dying to hear you say my name like that. I knew it would sound so goddamnpretty on your lips.”
Holding his jaw, I whisper, “Liam.” It’s breathy and needy, exactly how I feel. My hips pick up pace as my panties get wetter.
“Come for me.” His large hands slide up the back of my shorts and squeeze my ass. One of his fingers finds the string of my thong and runs his finger under it, teasing between my cheeks. “Please, honey—I’ve been such a good boy. Please let me watch.”
My hands tighten in the short strands of his hair. “Fuck,” I moan and press down harder against him. His dick is long and thick, and he actually knows how to use it. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
With his hands still on my ass, he tilts my hips until my clit is pressed against his length. Each slow slide against his length sparks pleasure in me. We kiss again—messy and greedy for each other—before his mouth trails back down.
This time, he pulls down one side of my tank top, uncovering my perked nipple. I don’t need a bra with this shirt and I’m applauding my earlier self for choosing this simple black option. Especially when his calloused hand moves up my side and cups my breast.
A whimper falls from my lips as his thumb rubs against the bud. His movements are slow and methodical as he familiarizes himself with my body again, contrasting my sharp, desperate thrusts.
“Liam, I’m—” My head tips back and I let out a loud moan. If the beach hadn’t been empty for hours, I’d be more worried. All my inhibitions were swept away by the tides the moment he saidplease. “I’m close, baby,” I whisper.
A grunt of acknowledgement is knocked out of him at the endearment I didn’t mean to add.
His reaction is enough encouragement to try it out again though—next time.
“Don’t stop,” Liam says and takes my nipple into his mouth. His tongue laps against the sensitive spot before he bites down. It’s hard and quick, leaving a sharp pain he soothes immediately after.
His body against mine, mixed with the memories of how he felt inside of me, turns those sparks into a fire coursing through my veins. Every inch of me is consumed by Liam, and the very thought alone is enough to push me over the edge of pleasure.
What really does it is the way he tangles his hands in my hair and roughly pulls my mouth down to his, catching my moan with his lips.
I’m a whimpering mess on his lap but Liam doesn’t stop. His tongue fucks my mouth as I come all over his lap like he wanted.
My orgasm is a whisper of what I felt when he was inside of me, but still so much better than it’s ever been with anyone before.
I come down from the high and slump against his chest. “Oh my God.”
Liam chuckles and fixes my tank top. “I haven’t done that since college, probably. That was hot as fuck.”
I nod. “It was—people should bring back dry humping.”
“You and I can start the movement,” he says with amusement.
Snickering, I look down at our laps and back to him with raised eyebrows.
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”
Sliding my hips against him one more time, he lets out a deep grunt. “Yeah,fine.”
He grabs my waist and keeps me from moving again. “You’re not making me come in my pants tonight.”
My lips twist to the side, thinking how that sounds like a pretty fun challenge.
He easily lifts me up and sets me on the blanket next to him. “You’re welcome to do whatever you want with mybody when I don’t have to walk up a beach and drive home afterward.”
Snickering, I know it’s more than reasonable. Still, I say, “Boo, you’re boring.”
Quickly, Liam grabs my thigh and pulls me until I fall backward. I’m still laughing when he leans over me and nips at my jaw. “If you’re trying to rile me up so I’ll get you off again, it’s working.”
I grab his jaw with both hands and pull his head back up. We’re both smiling—his is smug and satisfied, where mine is subdued by feigned annoyance.
I can’t lose all my edge after one measly orgasm.
