Page 50 of So Bad It Must Be Good

She grabbed the condom he’d placed at the corner of the bed. She didn’t look at his face, afraid she’d lose her leading nerve. Instead, she focused on climbing back over him and slowly rolling the condom onto his erection.

She positioned herself over him, Liam still laying sprawled out with his hands behind his head. When she finally got the nerve to look at his face, he had such a smug expression she couldn’t help but grin at him.

She held his gaze and that grin as she lowered herself onto him. Slowly, agonizingly having to let herself get used to the thick invasion. His grin died, turning into something harsher. She reveled in that look, the hot push of his cock, this slow, satisfying joining. His hands clamped on her hips and it sent another thrill through her. He’d lost the tacit agreement not to touch first, and she was more than excited that she’d moved him beyond that point.

Still, he didn’t guide or stop her with his heavy grip. He merely put his hands there. Hard and big and rough. She found herself completely seated on him, her body desperate for more, and her brain function basically nonexistent. Heart hammering in her chest, she swiveled her hips slightly. When Liam groaned as though she’d caused him physical pain, she could only laugh.

Because no matter what happened here, she wasn’t fully in charge. She had some power, and so did he. It was a partnership, an equal meeting.

She slowly moved, drawing him out and then deep again. She set a slow, steady pace, finding the exact angle she needed to hit that bright center of pleasure. She drew her fingers over his chest, and one of his hands slid from her hip, up her waist, and over to her breast. He teased rough fingertips over her nipples until she was panting at the electric bolts that went through her every time. As though every touch of her nipples was connected to that place where they met. Every brush of his fingertips across her skin bringing her closer to the orgasm she usually had to fight so hard for.

Liam was proving to be everything she’d wanted and hoped. Capable and sensitive, and maybe just wonderful. He never tried to rush her or slow her down. He simply touched her. Featherlight brushes, the ragged exhale of his breath at her shoulder.

And then it was more insistent, drawing her taut nipples between two fingers, a little bit of pressure. It was bigger and better and yet, no matter how close she felt, no matter how much she moved against him, it seemed as though her orgasm was just out of reach.

In the past, she would’ve given up. Faked it or just accepted that it wasn’t going to happen this time. But this was Liam, and there was something more to this. An intimacy she’d never had, and she wasn’t quite sure how it had come about, only that it was here. So she damn well wanted to orgasm around him.

Which meant she had to speak, and ask, and try to demand something better. She was in charge after all. In control. He’d given her that, and she was giving him that, too. Which meant she had to be brave enough to hold it with both hands and actually do it.

“Talk,” she ordered a little roughly.

If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. In fact, some of the tenseness seemed to leave his face, and his hands went from the glorious fondling of her breasts back down to her hips. That branding, clamping grip that made her catch her breath.

“You like fucking yourself on my cock, Kayla?”

And it was like lightning—heat and fire. Those dirty words, the rough way he said them, that deliciously mischievous look in his eye.

“More,” she panted.

“You like me so deep inside you.” He made a sound in the back of his throat, thrusting up to meet her and she groaned. “Yeah, you do. Lean forward.”

She almost pointed out she was supposed to be in charge, but this was too amazing to argue with. She gave into it. She leaned forward.

“I want your sweet tits in my mouth.” And with no exertion at all he reached up, all muscle and strength, and traced his tongue across her nipple.

She squeaked and jerked a little bit and somehow that was lightning too. Hitting a new spot inside of her. Liam held her still then, and pushed into her.

“You need it hard, baby. My cock pounding into you. Come on, baby, come. Come all over my cock, Kayla. So I can feel it.”

God. God. She moved frantically against him as he pounded into her. He said her name like a prayer, begging her to come all over him. She supposed it was her name or that please that unwound all of the tightness inside of her.

One last hard thrust and that heartbeat of need pulsed through her. A sharp wave of pleasure and delight. Light and ecstasy even as he swore sharply and pushed deeper inside of her, making it all burst that much brighter. She collapsed against him, breathing heavily, her heart pounding and everything in her body a wonderful, pulsing electricity.

He kissed her temple, brushing the hair off of her face. His arms moved around her, holding her against him as though her weight was nothing. Still inside of her.

She sighed dazedly, contentedly burrowing into him. He brushed his fingers down her spine, a lazy, comforting gesture.

She wasn’t sure how long they laid there before he finally suggested they go eat the pizza, but she would’ve been content to stay forever. That was certainly something she’d never, ever felt with a guy after sex—even good sex.

Kayla was beginning to realize that this whole “feeling new and different things with Liam” wasn’t just her new leaf. It was him. It was them together. It was something big and special.

Which was terrifying, actually, and yet Kayla didn’t want to be the girl who ran away from terrifying anymore. Which meant she had to hold on to it.

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Liam woke up the next morning to the smell of something pretty. Flowery or citrusy or something. Whatever it was, it was definitely not a scent he was used to having in his house.

Even before he could convince himself to open his eyes, he could imagine bright red hair across his pillowcase. His mouth curved.

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