Page 60 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

I whimper.

“How did—” He cuts himself off.

“How did what?” I ask.

He lifts his gaze from my pussy to my face. He shakes his head. “Never mind. I don’t need to know. It’s me getting you off this time.”

I realize he was going to ask about Ford. And last night.

So all of that is not only on my mind.

It was hot. It was very intimate sharing that with Liam. In a way, that was more intimate than I’ve ever been with anyone else, even the people I’ve slept with. He got to hear me with someone else. That’s…unusual. But I don’t want anyone else with us here at this very moment.

“I only want you right now,” I tell him.

I hear a low rumble from the back of his throat and he slides another finger into me, circling over my clit with his thumb.

My orgasm begins to coil tighter, and I squeeze one nipple.

“God, I love feeling your pussy around my fingers,” he tells me. He stands and leans over me, keeping his fingers deep inside me, curling them against my G-spot. He lowers his head and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he fucks me faster with his fingers.

“Let me hear you come again. Butloud. No whispering in here. Let me hear my name come from this pretty mouth.”

The way he’s looking at me is so intense, the way he’s braced over me, the way he’s touching me, firmly, fully, deeply—not tenderly or sweetly, but like he knows I can take everything he’s giving me, combines to make my orgasm suddenly pull tight, and then release, pleasure rushing over me.

“Liam!” I call out loudly.

“That’s my girl,“ he praises, his fingers still moving between my thighs. “That’s my sweet fucking girl.”

Then he stands, pulling his fingers from my body and lifting them to his lips. He licks them clean, his gaze locked on mine. I start to move my knees together, instinctively I suppose, but he steps close, blocking the motion with his own knee. “Oh no. I’m not done with that pussy yet.”

I’m breathing fast. I let my legs part again. Then I watch as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls the zipper down.

“Shirt off too,” I tell him.

He grasps the shirt between his shoulder blades and yanks it over his head, tossing it to the side.

I’ve seen Liam shirtless before, but again, I must have suppressed my true reaction to the sight. Now, I notice the muscle definition, the ink, all of the places that I want to lick and bite him.

My breath shudders out. “God, I want you.”

He pushes his jeans over his hips, kicking his shoes off, then stepping out of the jeans. He’s left in only his underwear, and I catch my lower lip between my teeth as I watch him slowly strip them off.

This is definitely new. I have never seen Liam naked before.

But holy shit. He’s gorgeous. His cock is long and thick and… “You’repierced?” I prop up on my elbows. “How did I not know you’re piercedthere?”

“Despite the fact that I’ve wanted you up close and personal with my cock many times over the years, it hasn’t actually come up as a topic of conversation much between us,” he says wryly.

I sit up and lean forward, running my hands down his sides to his hips, studying his cock and the piercing.

I look up at him. “Can I touch it?”

He gives a short laugh, but it sounds pained. “Jesus. Fuck yes.”

I do, tentatively, running my finger over the ball.

“It’s called a Prince Albert.”

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