Page 49 of Not That Impossible

“You feel so good,” he said.

I felt myself unfurling at his approval.

“I wish I could see you like this,” he said. “Watch you from above, see you moving for me.” His hold on my tightened. “Can you imagine it?”

I imagined that from above, I looked like a giant, desperate hussy, writhing all over him. I imagined I’d die with embarrassment. I made a worried noise.

“Ever had mirror sex?” he said.

“Like…sex with a mirror? Or…no, do you mean sex in front of a mirror? Or…?”

There was a brief pause, and then he said, voice quivering with amusement, “Sex in front of a mirror.”

“No.”

He tightened his fingers on the upstroke and squeezed the head of my dick. “And the other one? Jasper? Have you had sex with a mirror?”

“What? No. Can you do that?”

“I suppose you can. Why not? People have sex with cars.”

People didwhat? “Huh?”

“Yep.” He let go of my dick and pressed it into my abs. “It’s called object sexuality.”

I pushed up, then gasped and stilled when the hand on my throat firmed.

“I want you to imagine it for me,” he said in a low, dirty whisper.

I’d always known I’d do anything for Liam, but I hadn’t seen this one coming. “Having sex with a mirror? Or a…a c-car? How would I do that, then?” Only one thing sprang to mind. “Do I…um? The exhaust pipe, right? I, like…? Get in a sort of squat and put my—”

The hand on my throat became a hand over my mouth.

“Mirror sex,” he said. “I meant imagine watching, in a mirror, as I made you come for me.”

Everything below my bellybutton tensed.

“Mmm. You like the sound of that,” he said, moving his hand away from my mouth and resettling it over my throat. I arched into it.

“More than the sound of sex with a car.” He was still pinning my dick. I shifted restlessly. “Liam.”

“I want to see you,” he said abruptly.

I broke from his hold, turned over, and lay on top of him. “How’s that?” I said, and pecked a kiss on his surprised lips.

He pushed me flat and slid on top. “Perfect,” he said. His head tilted and his gaze roamed over my face.

I was smiling like a fool, I knew. I couldn’t stop it. “Hello,” I said.

Being Liam, of course, he didn’t say hello back. He leaned down and kissed me.

I opened my mouth eagerly.

“Uh-uh,” he said. “Wait for it.”

Scowling, I grabbed at him, framing his face with my hands and trying to draw him down.

He caught my wrists and pushed them into the pillow either side of my head.

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