Page 50 of Love Me

“Yes! Make me come, Liam,” she whines.

I move the vibrator back to her center, filling her with it, the filthy squelching sounds of how slick she is turning me on further. I want to prolong this, I don’t want her to come too soon and break this heated, electrically charged moment between us. I want to suspend us right here together for as long as possible.

I repeat the process two more times, letting the vibrations and pressure hit her clit, bringing her close to the edge before dipping back down and fucking her with it.

“You look so good, baby. Fuck, I want you.” Her hips move with me, chasing her orgasm, and it’s so fucking hot to see. Her cheeks are flushed, hand digging into my wrist, chest rising and falling rapidly. She doesn’t take her eyes off of us, and knowing that she wants to watch this as much as I do is such a huge turn-on. My damn dick throbs painfully against the fabric of my briefs, and I’m desperate to stroke it but I don’t want to ruin this perfect moment.

“Oh god, please! I can’t take it anymore. Make me come, Liam. I need you.”

Fuck it.

“Anything for you, Hannah.”

I waste no time pulling the toy from her pussy and moving it back to her clit, loving how it looks sliding between her little lips, her glistening clit swollen and aching. The self-restraint it’s taking not to devour her with my mouth is monumental. I should earn a fucking award for being able to hold myself back.

“Come for me, baby. If I don’t get to touch you, if I don’t getto taste you, at least let me see you fall apart. Let me hear you scream.”

She shatters, and I get to watch all of it. The hand around my wrist squeezes painfully and I relish in the sting of her nails biting into my flesh. Her other hand grips the sheets tightly, her head thrashing side to side, legs shaking. Fuck if it isn’t the most beautiful goddamn sight in the world. The only thing that could make it better was if my cock was buried deep inside her perfect pussy. What I wouldn’t give to feel her walls clenching around my dick.

As her orgasm ebbs, I turn the vibrator off with my thumb, moving the toy down and dragging languidly through her drenched core. Bringing the vibrator to my mouth, I know I’ll regret what I’m about to do, because I’ll never stop craving it, never stop desiring it, never stop wanting more.

Hannah watches me through hooded eyes as I put the vibrator into my mouth, licking and sucking all of her cum off, loving the taste of her essence for the first time. She’s so sweet, so perfect as it coats my tongue and slides down my throat. I don’t stop until it’s clean. I already want more.

Once I’m finished, I lean down and press a chaste kiss onto her lips before meeting her eyes, her face a sexy mix of shock and post-orgasm bliss.

“Feel better?”

Her cheeks heat, flushing across her high cheekbones as she flops her arm over her eyes.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Don’t ever thank me for giving you something you deserve. I wanted that just as bad as you did.”

“Bea—”

“Let me clean you up,” I interrupt, not wanting to hear her retreat backward and place me in the friend zone. I walk to the bathroom and quickly wash her toy, setting it on the counter forher to pack in the morning and wetting a washcloth with warm water. When I return to the room, she’s still dazed, sleep heavy in her eyes.

“I’m not going to touch you with my hands, but I am going to clean you up,” I whisper softly. Being as gentle as I can, I use the washcloth to wipe her down before tossing it to the side. I pull off my bottoms, my dick still painfully erect behind my briefs, and crawl into bed next to her. I help her slip under the blankets, and as she turns to her side, I don’t hesitate to pull her to the center of the bed and slide my palm under her T-shirt, settling it flat right across her navel. She sighs softly, contentedly, but we don’t share another word.

There should be no doubt in her head just how badly I want her now. I’m going to break down these walls, she’s going to fall in love with me. Hannah doesn’t know it yet, but now that I have her, I’m not stopping until she loves me back.

CHAPTER 14

hannah

Morning comes fasterthan I’d hoped, but after sleeping more soundly than I have in months, even though I only got a few hours, I feel rested. Probably because I fell fast asleep after the most intense orgasm of my life was given to me by my lifelong best friend, and then I was held the entire night with his warm body wrapped around me.

Bringing my vibrator was a last-minute decision. I’ve been so worked up lately and thought that the mix of alcohol with having an outlet that wasn’t my fingers—something I haven’t been able to get good at getting myself off with—was a safer bet than jumping my best friend’s body and climbing him like a freaking tree.

The way he licked the vibrator clean was the dirtiest, sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and when I replay the moment, it almost feels unreal. I’ve only been with three people, and none of them had ever been so . . . feral. Only one had gone down on me, a guy named Colin who I met in college, and it only lasted for a few moments before he was overhis sad attempt at getting me to come before he gave up. Liam seems like the type of man that wouldn’t come up for air.

I’ve never experienced something so intense—and he didn’t even touch me. More shocking thanLiamgiving me the orgasm was how badly Iwantedhim to touch me. The thought alone was driving me crazy. The wonder, the heady anticipation, the deep desire of wanting to feel his skin on mine—his thick, calloused fingers, his mouth . . . I nearly groan out loud and rub my thighs together to ease the ache that’s already returned between my legs.

Everything is changing between us. The scariest part is that I’ve never seen Liam so confident, so sure of anything. And he doesn’t seem like he’s faking. This seems very, very real to him. Last night he was just as present as I was. I don’t know what’s scarier.

Dragging myself out of bed, I straighten out my tank top, slip on a pair of PJ shorts, and leave the safety of the bedroom to find Liam and get cleaned up. As I step into the living space of the hotel suite, I hear the running water from the shower and see that the door was left cracked open.

Curiosity getting the best of me, I walk to the door, and instead of sneaking around, I push it wide open and step inside. The glass enclosure is foggy, distorting my view of his naked body. But . . . the outline. Mother above, Liam is a work of art. His body is thick, muscular, and tight everywhere. He has the sculpted silhouette of someone who works out regularly, with the soft facial features of someone who can be so tender and sweet.

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