Page 33 of Destructive Truths

Her breath quickens, becoming more audible with each inhale. “More, Liam. I need more.” Not denying her, I lower my head and replace my fingers with my tongue. “Oh, God! Yes.”

One slow teasing lap after another, her body caves to every stroke and her hips thrash as I assault her opening. Then, releasing my hold on her knees, her legs fall over my shoulders, and my hands move to her hips. One quick tug draws her closer, and I bury the tip of my tongue inside her, fucking her pussy with my mouth. Needing more, she grinds against my face, her swollen clit rubbing against my nose as I continue fucking her entrance with my tongue.

“Liam.” Her breath quickens, flooding the gym with her needy cries. “Oh, fuck.”

Her juices drench my face, dripping off my lips and soaking my chin. I’m so fucking turned-on I’m ravishing her, I lap up every drop. “Come for me, darlin’,” I whisper against her sensitive flesh before sucking her clit into my mouth and pushing two fingers inside her. My fingers curl forward, hitting her G-spot, and her pussy clenches like a vice grip. Her cries fill the open space as her body breaks into a satisfied spasm, pulsating against my digits. Her heels dig into my shoulder blades as she climbs towards her high.

“That’s it, Free Bird. Give it to me.” I blow a hot breath against her clit before drawing it between my teeth.

“Holy shit.”

She falls apart, hips rocking against my face as her body bends to her release.

And it’s fucking glorious.

TWENTY

SAOIRSE

I’m a boneless mess of shaky limbs as my climax whirls through my body, stripping me of all logical thought. This is not how I saw today’s workout session going, but I’m sure as shite not complaining, either.

Honestly, I could die right now with Liam’s face buried in my pussy, and I’d thank the devil as I walk through the gates of hell. Head still nestled between my thighs, Liam’s storm-cloud-colored eyes peer up at me over his lashes as a satisfied smile hitches at the edges of his mouth. “Fuck me, Free Bird. I’ve waited a long time to have you on my tongue, and now that I know how goddamn sweet you taste, I’m having you for every meal.”

Unable to form a coherent sentence, I hum an unintelligible response as I pry my hands from the weight bar, utterly sedated. “Um-hmm.” My hand falls to his head, and I bury my fingers in his damp-from-our-workout hair. Using my other arm as leverage, I lean on my elbow and pull my shoulders off the bench.

Suddenly, Liam’s tattooed hand halts me. “Not so fast, darlin’. I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.” My brows hike towards my hairline, and Liam’s low chuckle follows. “Didn’t you hear what I just said? Every fuckin’ meal, Saoirse. As it just so happens, this one is three-course.”

Without warning, he tilts his head to the left and sinks his teeth into the inside of my upper leg—right along the crevice where my thigh meets my pussy. My body reacts instantly, head falling back against the bench as my back arches. “Oh my God.”

His laughter is muffled as he sucks the taut flesh into his mouth, applying the right amount of pressure to make my head spin and my fingers dive further into his unruly hair.

Fuck… that’s gonna be one hell of a love bite.

Before I know what’s happening, he’s diving back in, lapping up the evidence of my last orgasm, and paying special attention to my clit. Each stroke of his tongue sends a new shockwave through me. I’m still so sensitive from the first rush. Squirming beneath his touch, he presses his hand against my stomach, holding me in place and steadying me for the fall I can already feel coming. My breathing turns to panting, mirroring the rise and fall of my chest.

“Are you ready for the second course, darlin’?” Liam’s wicked tone rushes across my skin, adding fuel to the fire he’s lit.

“Yes, yes.” He thrusts two fingers inside me, mercilessly, then curls them forward, drumming against the spot that makes me explode. “Oh my. Fuck.”

He doesn’t relent. The pressure builds, intensifying every nerve ending until I’m barrelling off the cliff without a parachute. I come so hard I see stars dancing behind my eyes. Dazed by the glorious ache of satisfaction as it ripples through every cell in my body. But he’s not done. Liam takes his time, drinking up every drop and forcing my hips to buck with every brush of his tongue.

“Oh, God. I can’t.”

Liam pulls back, levelling me with a cat-got-the-cream grin. “Don’t quit on me yet, Free Bird. I still have one course to go.”

Goose bumps coat my bare skin as he reaches for my hand. “Up.” He pulls me forward, and when my feet hit the floor, my legs almost buckle beneath me. Liam clamps his arm around my waist, drawing me into his chest. His head dips, bringing our mouths closer until we share the same breath. “I’m gonna fuck you now, just like I’ve wanted to since the day I found you again, sitting on my lounger looking every bit as fuckin’ stunning as you always have.” He inches closer, rubbing the arc of my hip bone with his thumb. Then, tightening his hold, he sweeps me off my feet, carrying all my weight with one hand placed beneath my arse. My arms fasten around his neck as he stalks across the gym. Suddenly, he swoops down and collects his gym bag off the floor, his hold on me never faltering. Finally, he strides towards the row of free-weight benches in front of the wall-to-wall mirrors and deposits me onto the cool leather.

He towers over me, damp hair falling onto his forehead, his bare tattooed chest on full display. My greedy eyes soak up the view, lingering on the crowned skull tattoo that teases the edge of his gym shorts. Looking at Liam Devereux is like walking into a museum with the finest art. He’s a canvas, every inch of his skin adorned with ink. And forgive me, Jesus, but I ache to run my tongue across every design.

Reaching forward, I grip the drawstrings of his shorts and pull him closer. Finally, my hands slide under the waistband, and I ease them down. A cursed hiss escapes him when his cock springs free, standing at attention.

The first thing I notice is the three metal barbells decorating the ridged head of his cock, and my mouth waters at the sight.

Liam must notice the greedy glint in my eyes because his hand flies to the back of my head, and he takes a hold of my braids in a tight grip. Tugging my hair back, my neck elongates as my eyes latch onto his. “Holy shit! You’re pierced.”

“Does that surprise you?” He tips my chin with his free hand. “I’m an art student covered in tattoos, Free Bird. I spend most of my free time either at the gym or in the tattoo parlour. Besides, every king needs a crown.”

My eyes fall back to the metal, and my tongue swipes out, moistening my bottom lip. “Can I… um?”

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