Page 55 of The Red-Hot Stakes

Two orgasms already, and he hadn’t even taken off his shorts. I lay there, a panting, mushy mess, while he smirked, hardly seeming affected at all. I reached for him, gripping him through his shorts. “These need to go.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Ready for more?”

In answer, I tugged at the waistband, using both hands to free him of his shorts. Then he was gloriously naked before me, sitting on his knees on full display. I couldn’t help but touch the velvety soft skin of his cock jutting between his legs. He was magnificent.

“You approve?”

I practically purred. “Where are the condoms?”

He grabbed a few from the nightstand drawer, handing me one.

I sheathed him, then shoved him back onto the bed, needing to be on top after him being in charge for so long. “My turn.”

His eyes roved my body, obviously not minding the view. He sucked in a breath as I took him inside me, sliding over his generous length until he filled every bit of me. I sat there for a long moment, adjusting to the size of him, with my hands on his chest. Then I leaned forward and touched my lips to his.

He kissed me back, gliding his hands over my body. He played with my nipples first as he moved beneath me, then one hand slid down to my hip to hold me steady as he picked up the pace. I braced myself on his firm chest, and we moved together. Soon he gripped my hips with both his hands, our gazes locked together. I was panting, and he felt amazing, but something was missing.

“Are you going to come?” he asked, reading me perfectly.

“Not quite.”

When his thumb dipped into my mouth, I instinctively sucked on it, causing him to groan. It made a quiet pop when he left my lips. Then he slid his wet thumb to rest against my clit, creating an intense friction I didn’t know I was craving. I threw back my head, letting out a breath.

“That’s it.” His lips closed over my nipple that my new position had thrust into his face. And he increased his pace, the beginning ripples of another orgasm teasing me.

“I’m so close.”

He wet his thumb once more, sliding it back into position, and that was all it took to send me clenching around him again. This time he followed, shuddering with me. I collapsed against his chest, cradled in his strong arms. When our breathing slowed, I flopped off him.

“Wow,” I whispered.

He nodded, stripping off the condom. To my surprise, he was still hard, and he replaced the condom with another. “A few of us can stay hard for a while afterwards. Aren’t you lucky? Now roll over, I bet you like it deep.”

The thought of him thrusting into me from behind had me eagerly following directions. I started on all fours, but he nudged my elbows out from under me so my ass jutted into the air.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. He settled between my legs, sliding into me, so, so deep.

I felt a tingling right away and moaned. He’d been right, but I craved more than just what we’d done so far. I wanted it fast and hard. He started a steady rhythm, me bracing against him.

“Harder,” I said.

Those large hands gripped my hips, and he upped the pace.

It wasn’t quite enough. “Harder.”

His fingers bit into my hips, his groan mingling with the sound of our flesh slapping together as he pounded into me, branding himself into my very core. I moaned as he gave me exactly what I craved. I slipped a hand between my legs.

“Are you touching yourself?” Awe laced his tone.

I nodded.

“Fuck.” The pace increased.

The orgasm built inside me, fast and furious. I played with my clit, my breath coming in heavy pants. The first wave crashed over me. All I could do was clench and let out a high-pitched moan as I shattered again and again in a seemingly unending crescendo. When it finally released me from its clutches, I fell onto the mattress, a boneless heap with Liam beside me.

“Holy shit,” I murmured into the tangled mess of sheets.

Liam’s face was inches from mine. “I’d kiss you, but I can’t move.”

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