Page 42 of Persuading Liam

I moan as he turns his hand and hits my G spot. My entire body shivers and just when I think I can’t handle it any more, he replaces his fingers with his hard cock, and I scream loud enough I’m certain they heard it at Redpoint.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he grumbles, seated fully inside me as he slides his hands up my side to tease my nipples. “Just what I needed.” He strokes slowly. Achingly slow, as if he is torturing me on purpose, before ramming back in so hard I collapse against the sofa back.

It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt—like the unfurling of a long ribbon, the stretch of a spring—pushing me, urging me toward the ultimate explosion. He does it again and again, faster and faster until the slapping of our skin together and his roughly drawn breath is all I can hear.

I’ve never been fucked from behind and I can fully attest to the fact that there is something so illicit, so freeing about focusing only on what I’m feeling.

“I’m not going to last long, Baby,” he grunts as I feel his fingers tug on my hair just enough to make everything more intense. “But I want you to come first.”

I can’t answer. I’m too drunk on the feel of his cock, too high on being owned by this gorgeous man, too close to coming. I’m moments away from igniting, and when he places his thumb just on the surface of my asshole, I detonate into an orgasm that erases every moment previous to this one. “Liam,” I screamas my body devolves into hard shudders. “Liam, ohmygod. Ohmygod”

“Marley,” he shouts, coming hard inside me, wrapping his arms around me as we shout and shiver and come down together.

Before we collapse fully, he pulls from me, helps me to my feet and frees my hands. When I turn to see him, his eyes are wild—hungry for more, and I know in that instance that I’ll never tire of that look.

He touches my cheek and runs his fingers over my lips like he’s never seen another human before. “You are so incredibly gorgeous, Marley Green.”

Oh, my heart.

I’ve already fallen for him. That ship sailed eons ago, but now? Now I’m in love. Fully naked in front of my roommate.

“So are you,” I tell him, tracing the dips and planes of his seriously chiseled abs. “Liam Sutton.”

Searching my eyes, I see about a thousand emotions cross through his before he kisses me softly and unties my hands. “I’m going to clean up and make dinner. I’d love for you to join me.”

As if I could say no to that. He could cook up actual twigs and rocks and I’d give it a go at this point if it means I get more scorching hot sex. “I would love to,” I tell him.

His bright smile is the linchpin in whatever was holding back the very last bits of my heart. It’s all his now. And I finally, finally understand why sex is a big deal.

30

LIAM

Isit straight up in the bed later that night, soaked with sweat, breathing like I just ran a marathon, my mind reeling, nearly knocking Marley to the ground in the process.

“Everything okay?” Marley asks, yawning as she tries to figure out what the fuck just happened.

My chest squeezes like there’s an invisible fist around it, and the dark room spins around me. I can hear Marley asking if I’m okay, but her voice sounds a million miles away. All I can feel are the walls closing in, the last bits of oxygen leaving the room.

I try to inhale but it feels like broken glass to my lungs. “I need…” I gasp, throwing back the covers.

“What? You need what?” Marley asks, her voice turning from confused to frightened as I push my way out of bed. “Are you okay?”

“I just need…” I can’t finish my sentence. There isn’t enough air in this room. Not caring that I’m completely naked, I stumble into the living room, hoping my lungs will unclench. They don’t.

“Liam,” Marley follows me, the blanket from the bed wrapped around her like a toga. “Do you need me to call 911?” She touches my forehead, but her fingers feel like molten steel.

The hurt in her eyes when I flinch away from her touch doesn’t even register at the moment. “I’m fine. I just need…” I need to run. I need to run until I can’t move anymore. I dash back into the bedroom, flip the overhead light on and pull on my running gear.

“Liam,” Marley tries again from the doorway, watching me with confusion in her pretty eyes. The hit my gut takes only makes this—whatever it is—more painful. “Are you going somewhere?”

I sit down on the bed and pull on my running shoes, tying them as if my life depended on it.

“Are you going for a run?”

When I don’t answer, she sits beside me on the bed. “Liam, what is wrong?”

I don’t look at her—I just double-knot my laces. “I just need air. I just need to run.”

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