Page 50 of Not That Impossible

I felt my eyes go wide. It was a move I’d busted out a couple of times when it seemed right, but no one had ever used it on me.

I liked it so much.

I made an embarrassing sound like a purr and rolled beneath him. The crests of Liam’s cheeks darkened, and his eyes turned fierce. He tightened his fingers.

I gasped, my mouth falling open.

“That’s it,” he said. He kissed me—a teasing flicker of his tongue, dipping in and out before I could chase it. He sucked on my bottom lip, then closed his teeth around it and pulled gently. “Shh,” he said when my breathing grew rough. He pressed his lips to mine, and sank his weight into me.

I’d screwed my eyes shut against the intensity of the moment, but I didn’t want to miss a second of this. I forced them open, and caught Liam watching me with an absolutely baffling look on his face.

“Liam?” I said between kisses. “What—oh.”

He shifted his weight and pushed a hand down between our bodies. It felt almost cool in contrast to the heat we were generating. I had a metabolism that burned calories like a fighter jet burned fuel, but it wasn’t all me; Liam was flushed, hard, and focused. His eyes were bright and his body against me thrummed with tension.

“Oh, let go, will you?” I said. “What are you holding back for? You can have me, however you want, I’myours, just…please, Liam. Do something!”

A wicked, filthy smile curved his lips. “I’m making the most of this,” he told me. “And I don’t like being rushed. You’ll get it when I’m ready, and not before.”

My mind reeled at his sheer arrogance while my body went pliant beneath him. I felt almost disconnected, like that one time I meditated too hard and thought I was about to astrally project. I lay there, buzzing with arousal, watching his face dreamily.

Liam took hold of my cock and stroked me slowly with a firm, no-nonsense touch. I rocked up into his grip.

“Beautiful,” he said, and did it again, and again.

“Liam,” I managed to say.

“What, sweetheart? What do you need?”

He was distracted, his hand working me steadily, his eyes locked on my cock as it pushed through his fist, appearing and disappearing. My abs were rhythmically tightening and releasing as I isolated the muscles, curling up and down, up and down.

He called mesweetheart. I threw an arm over my eyes and moaned. “Liam, please let me touch you.”

“Touch me, then.”

I went straight for his arse. He released my cock, arranged us to his liking, and began to move over me.

I gasped and dug my heels into the bed at the feel of his cock dragging alongside mine. I couldn’t stop making noise. Whines and gasps. Broken, shattered words that didn’t even make sense. I stared up into his eyes and completely lost it.

“Ohhhh. Uh. Uh. Ahhh. Oh, fuck. Liam. Liam. F-f-fuck…”

Liam shook against me. He was laughing, bright and honest, and loud. “Jasper,” he said, and I beamed at the fondness I heard there. “My god, you could ruin me.”

I could ruin him? What? I released his delicious arse and ran my hands up his back, relishing the feel of his muscles working to bring us both pleasure. I moved them up, stroking over the breadth of his shoulders, to hold the sides of his neck. “I’m…I’m…”

“Yeah?” He bit none-too gently at my mouth, then licked over my stinging lip. “You going to come?”

I nodded frantically.

He did not speed up, like a normal man would. Oh no. Not Liam. Instead, he slowed down. He lifted some of his weight away and I moaned in disappointment, reaching for him. He kissed me and said, “Shh. Be good. I’ll give it to you.”

He changed the angle of his thrusts, increasing the power as he drove against me, watching my face.

I choked and arched when his cock caught against mine in a way that showered a prickling cascade of sparks over my entire body, from my scalp to my toes.

Liam bent down, rested his lips against mine—not a kiss—and said roughly, “Come on, Jasper. Do it. Come for me.”

Every muscle in my body tightened brutally before releasing, and I was gone.

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