Page 58 of Falling For Liam
I didn’t plan on coming home tonight, but when BJ tried to convince me to get a lap dance from some random stripper for the fifth time, I decided enough was enough. Those girls weren’t doing anything for me. I knew exactly who I needed, and the shots filling my body gave me the perfect excuse to put an end to denying myself what I truly wanted.
It was time to show Liv who I really was.
My cock throbs as I stare down at her with her wrists and ankles bound together. It’s a fantasy I’ve had for too fucking long. The need to just fuck her is strong, but I’ve got no intentions of this being over that fast. I wasn’t lying when I said this was punishment for what she did. Even a week on, I’m still furious she put herself at risk like that. She put herself in a position for that cocksucker to touch her, to touch what’s mine. My blood boils once again as I think about it and I neck what’s left of her wine, the effect of the earlier shots starting to wear off.
Climbing between her legs to stop her trying to pleasure herself, I fold over her and pull one of her nipples into my mouth. She arches her back, trying to give me more, and I can’t help but smile around her. I had no idea how she was going to react to this; for all I knew, she could have run at the sight of the rope, but it seems my girl is all up for a little bit of kink.
My chest swells with everything I feel for her, and it confirms that what I’ve done this week was the right thing. It hurt like a motherfucker being away from her, but I needed to calm down and to get some things organised. Right now, though, with her naked and writhing beneath me, I know it was totally worth it.
Releasing her with a pop, I give the other side the same treatment as she tries to slide down the bed to find me, to get some friction.
Pulling away from her, I push her back up the bed. Her pout makes me laugh but she needs reminding of who’s in charge right now.
“When. I. Say.”
Threading my fingers in her hair, I force her to sit up and crash my lips to hers. I might want to tease her until she’s crying for release, but fuck if I don’t need her just as badly.
Pulling her hair, I move her head so I can kiss down the soft skin of her neck, biting and sucking as I go so that in the morning there will be no question about what happened to her.
I allow her to fall back to the bed before continuing my trail down her body, not leaving an inch untouched before I find my final prize.
My mouth waters with my need to taste her. The smell of her arousal fills the room but it’s not enough. I want the fucking taste of her on my tongue forever.
Lowering myself so my knees are on the floor, I grab her hips and pull her to the end of the bed. I look up at her gazing down at me between her thighs, her eyes wide with lust and her red, swollen lips parted with her increased breaths. Her chest heaves as she waits for me to do something, to bring her the pleasure she’s so desperate for. Once I manage to drag my eyes away, I stare down at her, glistening with arousal, and I lick my lips. She groans in need, flexing her hips, trying to entice me, but she seems to be forgetting that she’s not calling the shots here.
“Fuck, Liam. I need you so fucking badly,” she whimpers, and it’s my undoing. My need is too fucking strong.
I blow out a long stream of breath across her folds. Her entire body flinches at the sensation. My chest puffs out with the knowledge that I could get her off right now without touching her if I wanted to. That might be a challenge for another day, because right now, I need her taste more than I need my next breath.
Leaning forwards, I suck hard on her clit, my taste buds coming alive as I try to memorise the taste of her sweetness. She cries out as her hips roll, but I soon wrap my fingers around her and pin her to the bed.
I suck, nip and lick her into a frenzy as my cock weeps for some attention, but I’m not done teasing her yet.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as her walls squeeze my fingers painfully tight. Right at the last second, I pull them out and remove my lips from her. She screams in frustration once again that I’ve withheld her release.
Her eyes bore into mine. She’s frustrated as fuck right now and I couldn’t be happier, because I know it’s going to be fucking explosive when I do allow her to break.
“I know you said this was a punishment, but fuck, Liam. Please,” she pants, her skin covered in a sheen of sweat as she tugs at her restraints.
Giving in to my need, I climb up from the floor and pop the buttons on my jeans. After pushing them and my boxers down just enough to release my cock, I push Liv up the bed and climb back between her legs.
She squirms as I rub myself against her clit, but it’s only so long before the thought of feeling her heat around me becomes too much and I slide lower to tease her entrance.
I feel her trying to pull me inside as I press the tip in, but as much as I want to continue teasing her, I can’t wait any longer, and I fill her in one sharp thrust. She cries out at the sudden invasion and I hold still for a beat to allow her to adjust. But I can only hold off for so long. My cock twitches and aches with the need to fuck her with everything I have.
Once I’m confident she can take it, I do just that. I slide my hands under her arse and lift her to ensure I hit as deep as possible, and I fuck her like my life depends on it as her walls constrict around me.
Gritting my teeth, I try to focus on her and ignore my need to release inside her, but it’s not long before her quiet whimpers turn into cries of pleasure. Then, she’s screaming my name, her entire body trembling as the release I’ve kept at bay for so long finally crashes into her.
She’s just coming down from her high, her body limp under me, when I feel my balls start to draw up and my own release drags me under.
I roar her name as I fill her with everything I have. I have every intention of ensuring she feels the after effects of me being inside her for days to come. She’s had a week without me. I need her to know now more than ever that I’m here to stay.
I stay where I am, deep inside her as my heart rate slows and my cock begins to soften. Her eyelids flutter open and our eyes connect, her light to my dark. There are so many things I want to say to her, ask her, but I swallow them all down, knowing that I’ve already given her enough to think about for one night.
When she starts to wiggle about, I’m reminded that she’s mostly unable to move, and I pull out of her before unwrapping the rope from her body.
I kiss the light marks around each wrist left behind by her bindings before dropping the rope and my remaining clothes to the floor and climbing onto the bed with her.
