Page 43 of Torched

“I understand. I’m sure they will be home soon. Are you sure that’s all?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’m just having a day.” Really, I’m a little frustrated that we have no idea when this whole Cristina bullshit will be over, but I quickly remind myself that at least I’m not alone. At least I have Liam who does a pretty damn good job of keeping me occupied.

“You want me to make it better?” Liam smirks.

“What do you have in mind?”

He replies by pulling my shirt over my head before he dives into my neck.

“A lot, baby.” I moan when I feel his lips touch the sensitive skin, then moving lower toward my nipples, each kiss more feverish, causing my thighs to clench together. I close my eyes, cataloging every inch his lips touch. It’s like his lips are a magnet to the parts that ignite all the good feelings in my body, and the moment he touches it with a goal, I’m gone. Drifting off to a utopia that’s controlled and owned by Liam Carrillo.

“I hate pink.” Liam pushes my pastel bra down, taking my breast into his mouth. “But I love it when I’m peeling it off your body.”

I slip my fingertips under his shirt, grazing with my fingernails, waiting for the groan that comes with it. I know he loves it when I push my nails into his skin, clawing him like I’m visibly staking a claim.

I am. I want my marks all over his back every time he walks on the deck with a bare chest. I want the world to see who he’s fucking at night, but mostly, and I know it’s petty, but I don’t care; I want Cristina to see. I want her to have a visible reminder of the girl Liam gave his heart to, a silentfuck youand evidence that her plan isn’t working. But I think Liam wants it too because I haven’t seen him walking around without a shirt this many times the entire summer.

“Hmm, tell me what you want to do to me,” I hum against his hair while I run my hands through it. It’s still damp, but I don’t care. Moving my head to the side, I revel in the shivers that tremble through me as he swirls his tongue around my nipple. His hands explore every inch of my body, leaving goosebumps in his wake when he moves them to another place. This man fogs my head within seconds, completely corrupting me in every single way. He makes me want to do stuff with him I’ve never done before, like have sex in public, or even that goddamn dining room upstairs. The first time he mentioned it, I was looking at him like he was crazy, but ever since he planted that seed in my head, I’ve been picturing myself butt naked on that glass table while he runs his tongue through my folds.

The man is responsible for my dirty mind, I swear.

I’m not complaining either, though.

“How about I’ll talk you through it?” He drops to his knees, dragging down my yoga leggings along with my panties, demanding me to step out of them with a tap on the thigh. I pull off my soft pink sports bra, throwing it across the room so that I’m standing completely naked in front of him. With my back still pressed against the doorpost, my knees are slightly bent, waiting in anticipation for his next move with a coy expression. I like being his dirty girl. I like the one who obeys his orders, knowing they are nothing more than a way to give me pleasure. Before Liam, I never found a man who could give me the best of both worlds. They were either too set on making love to me, every move tender, or it was nothing more than sex. Rough, fast, and over quicker than I wanted.

But Liam? Liam’s way of pleasuring me balances on a fine chord of something between lust and love. He can cherish me with the tips of his fingers, lick me tenderly with each flick of his tongue, before he fucks me raw until I’m on the brink of exploding. He knows exactly what I want without me telling him, and I think it’s the reason why I have no issues letting him take control as soon as our clothes come off.

“Spread your legs and show me your dripping cunt. Because I know you’re dripping for me, Blondie.” He glances up at me with hunger, before he smiles directly at my pussy when I follow his command. A lick of his lips has me swallowing, eager for him to kiss me between my legs. But instead, he likes to tease me some more, pushing two fingers into his mouth, coating them with his saliva. “Stand still while I rub your slickness all over your sweet pussy. You’re not allowed to move, got it?” His blue eyes have darkened to the shade of the night sky when he looks back up at me again, and I nod my head, up for the challenge, as my lips part.

Boy, was that a mistake.

He runs his wet fingers through my folds and instantly, my legs want to buckle down in defeat, silently wishing I wasn’t standing against a doorpost but lying on the bed. Every muscle in my body wants to sink into a soft mattress and relax completely under his touch, but the fact that my lower body is tensed up to stay in place only adds to the sensation of every swipe of his tongue.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Stand still, baby. Let me enjoy what’s mine.” He softly circles my bundle of nerves with his thumb, and I gasp. “Stand still and I’ll reward you.” Liam chuckles while he keeps sliding up and down my entrance.

“Fucking hell, Liam.” My senses are all prickled alive to a level that already has my quads aching, and my center begging him for more. I close my eyes, resting my head against the wood as I enjoy every moment of his touch while I try to keep my body as still, knowing I’m close to failing. I feel him slip another finger inside of me, my walls stretching around him as he works his way around me like he needs to paint every part of my pussy with his saliva.

In his defense, he does. He needs to keep going, keep moving, while I hold myself up with my hands above my head. I feel naked and exposed, yet worshiped like a goddess at the same time. I’m still amazed by the response my body has to this man, even though we’ve been sleeping together for months. It’s like he has the code to my body, one single key in possession of Liam Carrillo and no one else.

His fingers dip in and out, alternating by circling my entrance at a burning pace that makes me want to scream for him to go faster, but I keep my mouth shut because the feeling is just so damn good.

“You like that, baby?”

I let out nothing more than a moan. I think. I don’t know what’s leaving my mouth at this point, completely lost for words.

“What about this? Your dirty cunt likes this?” Before I can reply, I feel how his tongue spreads me wide as it moves flatly from bottom to top until he reaches my clit. My legs falter, my head snapping forward with big eyes. He has me gasping for air while he keeps fingerfucking me, then encloses his lips over my throbbing clit.

“She loves it,” I huff, then plead, “Fuck, don’t stop.”

He softly sucks my sensitive nub. Everything around me seems to drown out. Every nerve in my body is set on high alert as my hands run through his sweaty hair. He keeps sucking and flicking my button at a steady pace and it doesn’t take long before I feel the tension building in my muscles, euphoria right around the corner.

As if he can feel my need, he gives me a few more open-mouthed kisses between my legs.

“Use me, sexy. I want to taste you squirting on my tongue.” I glance down, catching him with his tongue hanging from his mouth and eyes that leave nothing to the imagination. He’s there at my disposal, and I’m not going to be told twice.

I grab his hair like his strands are reins and start moving my hips over his tongue in the most delicious way. I angle each move so I get full stimulation with just one mission, falling from that goddamn cliff. He moans against my pussy like he’s enjoying this just as much as I am, and when I drop my gaze down with hooded eyes, I see exactly that. The glint he’s throwing at me is filled with nothing but pure amusement. I throw my head back when the sight of his tongue between my wet lips does me in.

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