Page 60 of The Arrangement
I was around the island in a heartbeat, grabbing him and pulling him tight into my arms. He welcomed my kiss, melting into me as if it were the most natural thing in all the world. Liam moaned, and it was the best sound. I wanted to discover all the things I could do to get him to make that sound.
My hands slid up and down his back, pressing into muscles and molding him into my body. We needed to be naked so I could feel the heat of him, the softness of his skin. But that was moving too fast.
Each time I kissed him, it got better. He relaxed more and allowed himself to get lost in the pleasure of what we were doing. And just maybe he got more accustomed to the scratch of the beard.
But we needed to move. The kitchen was not a good place to pursue this. At least not on a beginner level. We needed somewhere that would require us to fight gravity less.
I broke off the kiss and grasped his hand. “Pause for a change of venue.”
Before he could speak, I tugged him along the hallway and into the library.
“In here?” he asked.
“I thought all the books would make you feel more comfortable.”
Liam cackled, allowing me to press him onto the leather sofa. I flopped on the cushion next to him and pulled him in for another deep kiss. This was easier as I held the nape of his neck with one hand and ran my other hand down his chest. His heart raced under my fingers, but he didn’t shy away or retreat. Liam wrapped his arms around my shoulders and dragged me even closer. This was a taste of heaven, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to make him lose himself, even if it was for only a few minutes.
My lips moved from his mouth to kiss along his jaw and nibble his neck. At the same time, my hand dropped to cup his cock against my palm. It pushed at the front of his jeans, begging to be set free.
“Fuck, Rome,” Liam panted. This was a hint of panic in his voice, and yet his hips lifted, pressing into my hand.
“Let me taste you,” I whispered in his ear.
“What?”
“I want to suck your dick. Give you the best fucking blowjob you’ve ever had.”
“That would be—” I cut off his words by seizing his mouth. What his wife did or didn’t do for him wasn’t important any longer. She wasn’t in this room, and Liam didn’t belong to her anymore. Liam was mine. As well as all his moans and orgasms.
As he relaxed under my touch, I moved from the couch to kneel between his legs. His wide eyes watched my every movement as I unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. That luscious cock stretched his black briefs, pleading for my hands and mouth.
“Are-are you sure?” Liam stammered, pushing backward into the cushions.
“Fuck. I can’t remember the last time I wanted anything so badly.” Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I pulled it lower, freeing his dick at last.
Liam was blessed with a lovely cock. A perfect mouthful. That first morning after the sleepover, I’d not gotten to see it too well. He’d been quick to cover it with his hand. But this time, it was all mine.
With my free hand, I wrapped my fingers around his dick and stroked it. He swore loudly, punching his hips upward into my touch while his palms slapped the sofa on either side of him. His breaths escaped him in rough pants. That was a good start.I didn’t expect this would take too long, but I was going to savor him for as long as I could.
Leaning in close, I licked across the crown, enjoying that first taste of him before working my way down his cock, taking more of him with each pass. The weight and slide of him across the flat of my tongue. The musky scent of his skin close to my nose. His fingers tangling in my hair, twisting and causing fine pinpricks of pain across my scalp. All of it combined to make me so fucking hard.
Soft whimpers escaped him, and his hips raised as I dropped to nearly the base of his cock. His dick swelled in my mouth. He was getting closer. A moan escaped me, and I sucked him harder, moved faster.
“Fuck! Rome! I-stop. I’m-I’m gonna come!” he shouted. His fingers pulled, trying to lift me from his cock, but I refused to budge. I sucked him off as though my life depended on it. I wanted all of it. Needed to taste him.
He stopped fighting me and let go. His hips moved several times, fucking my mouth. Saliva slipped along his shaft. The room filled with his harsh breathing and a wonderful, wet sucking noise until he shouted his release. His cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed out of reflex but caught the next bit on my tongue, tasting him.
A tiny cry of pleasure, followed by a sigh, slipped from his damp lips as I allowed his clean cock to leave my mouth. My dick was throbbing faster than my pounding heart, and I desperately needed to come, but it didn’t matter compared to the crooked smile on his flushed face.
“So?” I teased.
“Show-off,” he mumbled.
“What?”
“Yes, that was the best fucking blowjob of my life.” His smile turned nervous, and he licked his lips. “Um…should I…you know…?”
There was no blood in my brain. I couldn’t guess what he was thinking, and I should have been able to.
