Page 88 of Claiming Ours
“I fell asleep too,” he murmured into my hair. “I don’t know how it happened, honestly. Pretty sure I fell asleep standing up in the shower.”
“You two are exhausted.” Pushing off his chest, I searched his face, my frown deepening at the dark circles under his eyes. “Let’s eat a quick dinner, and then you two can go back to sleep.”
“Or,” he said with a smirk that had me holding a tight breath, anticipating what was about to come out of his mouth, “you cansit here on my lap, getting us both ready for what will come after dinner, while Memphis cooks and watches.”
“I vote on his plan,” Memphis said from the kitchen as he pulled out pots and pans. “We’re having chicken, sautéed vegetables, and rice, so you have about an hour to put on a sexy show for me.”
“Just sitting on your lap?” I asked, breaths coming in shallow pants, as if I’d run from my cabin to his.
He rubbed his scruff-covered jaw, heat blazing in his gray eyes. “I haven’t stopped thinking about that whole cock-warming thing Memphis mentioned the other day.”
A pan dropped in the kitchen, the loud bang echoing through the open space. “Shit, sorry. Keep going.”
My heart slammed in my chest as I gazed at him, debating my answer. On the one hand, I wanted to say yes because it was hot and something I wanted to try, but on the other hand?—
Wait. Who the fuck was I kidding? The only option was to say hell yes.
“What do you want me to do?”
Two taps to my ass were my only warning before he lifted me off his lap and had me stand between his knees. His hooded gaze swept over my large sweatshirt to the thick leggings and Uggs.
“Keep the sweatshirt on, Little Bit, but everything else comes off.”
He never looked away as I did as instructed while he tugged his gray sweats over his hips, exposing a semihard cock resting against his firm abs.
I licked my lips as I dropped my panties to the floor, shifting on my feet, unsure of what he planned next. Control was his kink, and I was 100 percent behind him directing this. I had read books with this type of scenario in them, even fantasized about it happening while using toys on myself, but I never dreamed it would happen in real life. Hell, until a few days ago, I hadnever slept with a man. Now here I was, standing in front of this dominant man who was too attractive for his own good, wearing nothing but my sweatshirt while practically panting for him to give that cock-warming thing a try.
With the smell of food cooking behind me, I braced both hands on each armrest when he beckoned me closer with a simple crook of his finger. He pitched forward, coming close enough for our noses to brush. Palms engulfing my lean thighs, rough hands slid up over my hips, gripping me tight around the waist and hauling me onto his lap. Our combined groans sounded through the cabin when my drenched center slid along his cock.
Liam’s eyes flared when I shifted to press him between my soaked lips and then rolled my hips. My own lids fluttered closed as a soft moan escaped.
“None of that, sweetheart. This is just the preview, remember? Now watch as I stuff my cock inside my pussy.” A throat clearing behind me had Liam smirking. “Our pussy.”
Movement over my shoulder had me looking at Memphis, who stalked closer. Rounding the chair, he stood at Liam’s back, crossing both arms over his chest. I couldn’t look away from his inked forearms or the way his tatted fingers flexed and released, like he was restraining himself from touching me.
Fuck, that was hot, knowing I made him and Liam both so damn needy.
Keeping my gaze locked on Liam’s, I lifted the hem of the sweatshirt high enough for Memphis to watch as Liam pushed the first inch of his dick inside me. I gasped and pitched forward, almost slamming my forehead to Liam’s if Memphis didn’t catch me with a firm grip on both shoulders. It was strangely erotic feeling Liam’s fingers push inside me as he worked the rest of his length into me until I was stuffed full of him.
I swallowed roughly when Liam moved his hands to rest on the armrests with a satisfied grin. Choking down a groan as he slowly hardened inside me, I gave in to the need to lean against Liam’s firm chest. After helping me get comfortable, Memphis ran a hand down my head, tugging my hair just enough to send a pulse of pain through my scalp.
“Fuck,” Liam snapped. “Don’t do that shit. She likes it too much, and I won’t be able to hold off on fucking her hard.”
“Promises, promises,” I whispered again, unable to stop my growing smile.
“You’re going to sit still on my lap with me stuffed inside you like a good girl, understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed.
For several minutes, I soaked up the comfort of being in his arms, desperately trying to not wiggle despite the insistent urge to rock against him and push his now very hard dick deeper inside me. Liam trailed calming strokes down my back, brushing against the top of my bare ass.
Remembering something from earlier, my lids popped open, and I pushed up just enough to see his face.
Eyes closed, features relaxed, I studied him for a few seconds before one gray eye peeked open.
“Yes, sweetheart? Something on your mind?”
“Earlier, at my place.” His muscles stiffened with tension. “You know I’d never, ever cheat on you, go behind your back. I would never hurt you that way, Liam.”
