Page 100 of Cruel When He Smiles
He squeezes, his grip tightening around my cock hard enough to make me gasp, as my hips twitch forward instinctively.
“Liar,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb over the tip, smearing his spit and making me shudder. “You want to give in. I can see it. So why are you fighting it?”
I swallow hard, throat bobbing as my fingers tighten in his hair. I don’t know why I’m holding back… I don’t know if I’m allowed to fuck his throat.
He smiles softly, takes both my hands in his, and kisses the inside of my wrists before guiding them to his hair. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “Hold on, baby. I want you to.”
My fingers twitch the second he says it. The second he gives me permission.
Hold on, baby. I want you to.
It shatters whatever control I was pretending to have.
So, I curl my fingers in his hair, tighter this time, and then I pull hard. Not enough to hurt him—though God knows he’d enjoy it if I did—but enough to make his eyes flutter shut and his lips part around a gasp that sounds too fucking wrecked to be fake.
“There you go,” he whispers, voice cracked open. “Fuck my mouth, Pup.”
I guide him back onto my cock like it’s what I was born to do. Like I’ve earned it. Like this is mine to take—and fuck, he gives it so easily. His lips part, tongue already wet and waiting, and I push forward until the head brushes the back of his throat.
My hips jerk up, and he moans low in his throat as I slide deeper. His throat flexes, lips stretching wide, eyes fluttering closed for half a second before he locks them back on me.
He sucks harder, hollowing his cheeks, letting me fuck into his mouth in slow, shaky thrusts. It’s not neat or careful. It’s filthy. Slick and messy, wet sounds echoing in the quiet room, spit dripping down his chin, and I can’t stop. My body rocks forward instinctively, and this time, he doesn’t just let me—he pulls me deeper. The pressure is coiling in me, hot and tight, and I need. I need to let go. Need to be allowed to let go.
His throat flexes, tight and wet, and I can barely breathe. My hands are buried in his hair, and he hums around me again, thevibrations slicing through my spine, and I swear to god, I almost come right there.
“Fuck, Liam—don’t stop, don’t you fucking—”
But he pulls off, panting, spit dripping from his lips as he strokes me with one hand. “You wanna come, Pup?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
He smiles softly, but it’s fucking sinister. Like he’s enjoying this more than I am. “Then look at me when you do.”
I meet his eyes—hazel, wild, fucking burning—as he swallows me again in one slick motion. His hand fists my base. His lips seal around me. He hollows his cheeks and sucks hard, his eyes never leaving mine.
It’s my undoing.
I come with a gasp—a broken, raw sound ripped from somewhere deep in my chest as I spill down his throat. He moans through it, swallowing around me, milking every last pulse as my body shudders uncontrollably.
When it’s over, I collapse back against the bed—boneless, gasping, wrecked in the aftermath.
Liam doesn’t pull away right afterward. He sucks soft, cruel kisses on my cock that make my thighs quake and my breath catch. Then, with an exhale like he’s satisfied, he slowly pulls off and wipes his mouth with the pad of his thumb.
I look down at him, still catching my breath, still barely human, and he grins.
The kind of grin that sayscheckmate.
The kind that should piss me off.
The kind that does.
But my body doesn’t get the message. My thighs are still open to him, and my cock’s twitching like it’s already begging for round two. Liam fucking sees it, and he hums.
“You used my mouth so good, Pup,” he praises, licking my inner thigh. “Gave me your cum so fucking beautifully and made such a mess of yourself for me.”
My breath stutters—that voice, that fucking tone. Gentle and cruel. Reverent and ruined. Like I was the one in control and made a mess of him. I can’t even lie to myself about how good that felt, and how fucking good it still feels.
“See what happens when you listen, baby? I reward well, don’t I?”
