“Fuck,” he groans and presses down on his crotch. His hands, forearms, and face are clean; it mostly got on his clothes. That’s good. “I can’t believe you were doing this while I wasn’t home.”
Waving the toy in the air, I say, “I can take care of myself.”
His heated gaze pins me against the mattress. “I can do it better. We both know it, or you wouldn’t have been moaningmyname while touching yourself.”
My body flushes, knowing he’s right.
After a beat, I tilt my head and give him a devilish look. “You had limp-dick, remember?”
He barks out a surprised laugh and kicks the door shut behind him. “That’snotwhat happened.”
From his spot across the room, Liam strips his shirt off first, throwing it on his pile of laundry. Then his hands move to his pants, unbuttoning and slipping the fabric down. I sit up and push myself to the end of the bed.
His cock springs up as his jeans and boxer-briefs hit the floor, and I’m practically salivating at the sight of him. If it’s possible, he’s longerandthicker than my memories.
“I have to be somewhere in less than an hour,” he reminds me in a gruff tone. One of his hands strokes up his length, squeezing the tip hard. “And I’d much rather be the one to take care of us both before I have to leave.”
My breathing hitches and I don’t argue with him. With one foot on the mattress and the other planted on the floor, I slip the toy between my legs again while holding intense eye contact loaded with the raw attraction that is finally bubbling to the surface.
“On your knees.” My voice is low and raspy, dripping with a sense of confidence I’ve never felt.
Liam moves to take a step toward me, and I stop him with a hand in the air. Confusion clouds his features as his mouth pops open slightly.
“Only good boys get to taste my pussy, baby. You better follow directions.” With a saccharine smile, I point at the ground. “I said,on your knees.”
Closing his eyes tight, Liam squeezes the head of his cock once more before dropping to his knees.
Nodding in approval, I spread my legs wide and add more pressure on my clit. A desperate whimper falls from his lips as he starts stroking himself. “Fuck, Calypso. Your pussy is so goddamn pretty—soaked and needy for me.”
I tsk at him, biting back my own moan. In a steadier voice than expected, I tease, “Needy for an orgasm, sure, but you just so happen to be here.”
“You’re right,” he groans as he leaks precum. “I’m a lucky bastard, but I want to taste you, honey.Please.”
With my free hand, I crook a finger at him. “Come here, then.”
On hands and knees, completely fucking naked, Liam crawls across the room. His heavy panting and heady gaze tells me he’s as turned on as I am—that this isn’t only formypleasure.
I’m captivated by the way his muscles stretch and bunch with each movement toward me. His blonde hair catches a warm glow in the low-lit room, and the scent of my arousal mixed with his vanilla musk creates an intoxicating aroma around us.
Coming to a stop in front of me, one of his hands strokes his length, his tattooed-forearm flexing with each movement.
“Is this what you were thinking about?” he asks in a gruff voice. “Me on my knees for you?”
I shake my head and sit up straighter, getting a better look of him naked and at my disposal. “You were just about to put your cock inside of me when you walked in.”
He groans, squeezing hard again, and shuts his eyes. With a deep breath, he slowly opens them and looks up at meagain. “That’s exactly what I’d be doing if I didn’t have to leave after.”
“Quickie then,” I playfully offer.
Honestly, the sight of him before me is pretty fucking erotic. I’m happy with the change of plans.
“The first time I fuck you again,” he says, looking up at me with heated eyes, “won’t be quick. And I’m definitely not running out on you after.”
A small wave of guilt hits me for leaving without a word the next morning.
That was different. It was a one-time thing then.
This is… I don’t know. But it’s so much more than our night at the end of March.
