Page 48 of Not That Impossible

This.

Thiswas what I wanted. For the rest of my life.

Liam slipped an arm under my chest and pushed his hand lower. His fingers bumped the head of my cock. He made a filthy sound. “You’re very wet,” he said.

“Can’t help it,” I said. “I’ve been turned on for hours. You’re so slow.” I sounded drunk.

“Maybe I like it slow.”

I flexed into his touch, hoping he’d grip my dick and give me something to fuck into but he moved his hand away and braced his arms either side of me instead. My spine dipped involuntarily and I rubbed against him.

His breath shattered over the back of my neck. He kissed my shoulder and I moaned.

He shifted over me, once, twice, and then I felt his cock, thick and hard, slip between my cheeks.

I stilled. He opened his mouth and bit, light but with intention, at the very base of my neck.

Deliberately, Liam thrust against me.

I felt him catch against my hole and I threw out a hand, reaching behind to grip his thigh. “No,” I said.

Liam stopped moving. “No?” he murmured, kissing my neck.

I didn’t have condoms and I wasn’t going to last through a conversation over whether or not he had one. The instant he put anything inside me, I’d come, and it would be over. I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t ready.

I shook my head.

“That’s okay,” he said. “I thought you probably wouldn’t want…” He hitched his hips away. “That’s okay.”

He slid both arms under me, banding them around my chest and abs, and turned us so I was lying with my back to his chest again.

I gasped. “This is better without your clothes on,” I said. His hot skin was pressed against mine. His cock lay against the small of my back.

“Yeah,” he said. “I love the way you feel against me. Your body is insane.”

“My body is my job,” I told him, and whined when he finally, oh thank god,finally, touched my cock.

He just held it.

“Liam.”

“What?” he murmured against the side of my neck. His other hand swept up to cup and squeeze my pec, rubbing hard over my nipple.

I writhed against him.

“If you want it,” he said, “you have to work for it.”

“Um…?”

He flexed his hips, pushing me up and making my dick slide through his fist.

“Oh,” I said. “Yes. I can do that.”

“Yeah, you can,” he said as I undulated in his arms, languidly pushing up and then relaxing, then pushing, then relaxing. “God, your arse is doing amazing things to my cock.”

I let my head fall back and we moved together. He stopped playing with my pec and dragged his open hand up to lay it over my throat, fingers spreading possessively wide. My lips parted and I began to pant. Liam ran his thumb along the edge of my jaw.

If he stuck it in my mouth, game over.

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