Page 43 of Falling For Liam
“Yeah, it’s not good enough to stay, though,” I announce as I undo the last one and push it from her shoulders. Resting back on my palms, I allow myself time to take in her naked perfection. The sight, along with the scorching heat from her pussy, has me hard in seconds. I’m never going to get enough of her.
“Lift up a little.” She does as she’s told and it gives me just enough space to push my boxers down my thighs. My cock springs forward and she hungrily stares down at it, a wicked smile twitching at her lips.
The thought of how incredible her mouth would feel has my hips thrusting up to find some friction.
“You’re a little insatiable, aren’t you?”
“It’s you.” A blush creeps onto her cheeks as she smiles down at me. My heart races as feelings that have been there since the first moment I laid eyes on her slam into me once again.
“Lie back,” she instructs, giving my chest a gentle shove.
I allow her to take charge, even though it goes against everything I thought I ever wanted. The view from down here makes it entirely worth it as she shimmies up my body a little before lifting and taking my cock in her tiny hand. Her grip is gentle but the heat of her fingers burns into me, making me thrust up.
“Relax. Let me…” she trails off as she slowly sinks down on me.
I growl as her heat surrounds me once again. Lying still, I allow her to do her thing. Her hands land on my chest and her nails dig into my skin as she finds her rhythm.
Watching her fuck me is more than I could have imagined, but I can only allow her control for so long. Her head rolls back as she chases her release and I grab her hips, pulling her down as far onto me as physically possible.
She clenches around me as I pull out and thrust back up. Her screams and demands for more fill the room until she collapses and becomes a beautiful, panting mess on my chest after we find our releases.
“Couldn’t resist, could you?” she asks with a laugh once she’s caught her breath.
“I don’t give up control easily, no.”
“I sense a challenge in there.”
“Good luck.” Wrapping my arms around her, I scoot us both up the bed and cover us with the duvet. She lies completely on top of me with her head on my chest while I run my fingertips up and down her back. She mewls softly, taking everything I’m offering.
“Are you sure everything’s okay?” I whisper, unsure if she’s fallen asleep or not.
“Perfect,” she whispers back before her breathing gets even shallower and her body relaxes into sleep.
I lay for hours, just holding her and listening to her soft breathing. I feel like a bit of a pussy but shit, I’ve been waiting for this forever, so I’ll be fucked if I’m going to allow it to pass me by. I’m confident that something happened in the time it took me to get us a drink and get BJ off my case, but just like with everything that happened in Cardiff, I’m happy to allow her space to deal with whatever it is. I know she’ll open up when she’s ready—or I hope so, at least.
Chapter Thirteen
Olivia
I somewhat manage to put what I found on my phone to the back of my mind so I can focus on Liam. I don’t need him knowing anything’s wrong until I figure out a way to deal with the situation. Withhim.I know that if I mention it, he’s going to want to get involved, but this is my issue, not his or any of the people here who’ve now rescued me more than once. If I’m really going to move on with my life, I need to put an end to everything I left behind.
Waking up in Liam’s arms this morning was the best feeling, and one I think I could get used to very quickly. His smile when he looked down and found me staring back at him totally melted my heart.
“Are they nearly ready?” he asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Yes.” When I announced I wanted waffles, Liam practically dragged me out of bed and together we set about making breakfast. I knew Liam could cook; I’d already experienced his handiwork. He told me when I was here before that his dad’s a chef, but I’m still shocked by how easily he works his way around the kitchen.
The doorbell sounds out around the house, but neither of us make a move to answer it. We’re too content where we are.
“I’ll go, then,” BJ calls out from the living room.
“It’s about time he did something useful,” Liam mutters in my ear, making me laugh.
Liam’s lips land on the sensitive skin of my neck and I forget all about us having potential guests.
“Liv, you have a visitor,” BJ announces after clearing his throat.
Turning in Liam’s arms, I look over his shoulder to find the confused face of none other than my sister, Abbi, and her husband, Jax.
