Page 13 of Trouble

“I wanted you, too,” I gasped. “In thepark.”

“I know,” he said with a smirk. And then he dipped his head, latching onto one of my stiff nipples as his left hand rounded on the otherbreast.

I moaned softly at the stimulation, and harder when he began to suck the sensitive tip, hauling it into his mouth with hard pulls of his skilledlips.

Bursts of sensation crackled through my body, culminating between my legs until the ache for attention there grew too great to handle. Whimpering, I pushed his warm hand off my breast and down between mythighs.

Liam chuckled against my breast, but obliged. His nimble fingers danced over my clit, teasing the small nub before he finally pressed down with just the right amount ofstrength.

“Oh, Liam,God!”I moaned as my hips rose up off the couch in blind search for more. “Yes, likethat!”

He let me squirm underneath him, keeping my hips trapped by resting his large frame on top of mine while he stroked me just the way I needed. I’d never been with a man who knew exactly what I needed, how hard and where to touch, and in no time I was panting and mewling underneath him, teetering on theedge.

“Please, please, please,” I chanted as I bucked underneath his hard body. Every nerve ending blazed with sensation, and I knew if he would just push me that final inch, I’dfall.

“Please what?” he growled, his voice rich and smug and so goddamnsexy.It was entirely infuriating. He teased my clit, lightening his touch when I tried to force my hips up for more stimulation, and I cried out infrustration.

“Please make me come!” I shouted, not caring one iota if my neighbors heard. “Oh,fuck,please, Liam,please,I need to—ohhhyes! Yes!”My pleas drowned in a howl of release as Liam pressed down and rubbed mehard,snapping the final string tying me to reality. White-hot pleasure burned through my nerves as I writhed and bucked against him, the promised release finally soothing my nerves with waves ofecstasy.

I collapsed down on the couch in an exhaustedpile.

“Oh, my God,” I mumbledgroggily.

Liam’s only response was a deep chuckle. He sat up, giving me a moment to come backdown.

“You could earn a lot of money as a stress reliever,” I said, thinking back to theCosmopolitanarticle.

Liam barked a full laugh and slid his hands up my torn tights. “I could, could I? Well, love…” His voice lowered to a seductive purr. “I wouldn’t demand payment from such a lovelyclient.”

“That’s good, because I’m pretty sure I don’t earn enough to afford you,” I said, unable to fight the sated smile still lingering on my lips as I looked up at him through loweredlashes.

He smirked, and I felt a sharp tug around my waist. When I looked down he was in the process of pulling my skirt and ruined tights off mylegs.

“Easier to maneuver,” he said with a cheeky wink at my questioningexpression.

“We’re not done?” I croaked, genuinely surprised. The men I’d been with in the past had very much been done for the night after they came. I was already pretty amazed that Liam had given me another orgasm so soon after hisown.

He took my hand and placed it against the fly of his pants. A hard bulge pressed unmistakably against my palm. “Does it feel like we’redone?”

I shook my head, the flush in my cheeks more from excitement thanembarrassment.

Liam squeezed my hand against his cock, moaning softly as he rocked up against my touch, but just as I was about to offer more, he pulled back and slid to his knees on the floor. When I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing, he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, spinning me to face him in the process. His hot breath against my exposed mound made the question die on mytongue.

“Oh.”

I slumped back against the backrest of the couch as Liam spread my lower lips with his thumbs and proceeded to give me a slow, broad lick all the way from my weeping entrance to my still-buzzingclit.

I moaned incoherently. It rose to a high-pitched squeak when his tongue flicked across the tip of my clit, sending sharp jolts of sensation through the hypersensitive nub of nerves. I felt Liam’s amused chuckle at my reaction more than I heard it. He didn’t seem the least bit deterred despite my hips’ restlesssquirming.

How he knew just the right pressure and exactly the right ways of worshipping my clit I didn’t understand, but,oh, he did. He lapped at my lips and circled my clit for a while, teasing my pleasure to mount until it became unbearable. Only when I was clawing at the sofa and chanting,“Please, please, please,”did he finally wrap those devious lips around my clit andsuck.

My scream ripped through the living room and echoed off the walls as my back arched off the couch in a tight bow. Hot, painful pleasure too intense for me to stand wracked my pelvis and shot up through my body and down my thighs in fitful waves. I bucked and cried, trying to dislodge the source of the stimulation, but Liam just wrapped his arms around my thighs and kept suckling my clit in deep, hard pulses. It was agony and it was ecstasy, and I lost myself to the torrent of sensation, fingers buried in Liam’s flaming hair as he forced me higher than I’d ever thought I couldclimb.

When I came, it was with a force pulled from the very roots of myclit.

“Liam!”I screamed as my orgasm made every single muscle in my body clench up, my fingers in his hair forcing him down hard against my pelvis while I rode out the mind-numbing waves of pleasure so intense it blinded me from everything but Liam’s laughing, silvereyes.

When, finally, the agonizing release was over, I slumped back into the sofa, completely spent. Mercifully, Liam eased his mouth off my aching clit, giving my poor nub a much-neededbreak.

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