Keeping my attention on his face, I wrap my hand around him, squeeze, and then stroke him, pulling up and down. His lids are lowered, but his eyes are glued to my fingers.
When I lean over and take the tip of his cock into my mouth, his body jerks. Satisfaction rolls over me, knowing that I can affect him as he does me.
I settle between his spread legs, and with one hand flat on his thigh to support myself, I suck his cock.
I use everything I have—my lips, tongue, and teeth. Moving in tandem with my fist, I work him over, licking up and down like he’s my favorite ice cream cone. I tease the rim, poke my tongue into the slit, and lap the pearls of white forming at the tip.
Jerking my hand and bobbing my head up and down Liam’s length excites me. The man has his hands tangled in my hair as he tries to guide me. His hips rise and fall in time with my movement. I’m no longer sure if I’m giving him a blowjob or if he’s fucking my mouth.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to come. You’ve only got a second, two at most, to back away.”
He can’t understand my mumbling, but I double down on my efforts and he gets the message.
Lifting my eyes, I chance a quick peek up at him. His eyes are squeezed shut. Red streaks run across his cheeks, and he’s biting his lip. I’m surprised I don’t see blood.
“Here’s it comes,” he gasps. “Last chance.”
In the next instant, a shot of hot liquid splatters into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I swallow greedily.
He’s moaning like he’s in pain.
I slow my actions. Press a kiss to the tip and lift my head away.
Liam rises forward, pushes aside my hands, sticks his under my armpits, and pulls me closer so I’m straddling him. With one arm wrapped around me, he presses the other hand into the small of my back as he kisses me deep, shoving his throat into my mouth with an urgency and passion that I’ve not experienced with any man before him.
He rolls us so that I am beneath him, and then he stares down at me with an indescribable glint in his eye. He reaches one arm out to the bedside table, grabs a condom package, covers himself, and then takes the time to line himself up before he pushes steadily into me, not pausing until he’s completely seated.
Sensation blooms inside me like a flower unfurling as Liam moves, gradually increasing speed until we pant for more. His mouth finds mine again, and time stands still as we kiss and fuck until I explode in a powerful wave, and he stills after one final hard thrust, growling in my ear as he comes undone.
We make love again in the middle of the night after feasting on a platter of fruit, cheese, and crackers, and sharing a bottle of Perrier that Liam ordered from room service. I wouldn’t have guessed the hotel stocked fancy bottled water.
This time I ride his cock slowly, sensually, while he sits in the desk chair, me balancing on his muscled thighs, my hands on his shoulders. His hands are at my waist, guiding me up and down his length.
Our bodies move together in perfect harmony. We don’t use words. The only sounds in the room are our soft gasps of pleasure and the squeak of the chair as it moves under us.
We move in faster, shorter strokes, the sense of urgency increasing until he slams me down, and I’m grinding against this crotch.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, we both reach our climax; it’s just as explosive as the others, and I collapse onto his chest, winded, sweating, and satiated.
Liam wraps his arms around me.
I tuck my head into the curve of his neck and sample the salt on his skin.
He runs his fingers up and down my back.
The moment is serene and intimate. I’ve never experienced anything like it. I never want this to end.
No, that’s not right. Yes, I do. This can’t happen. I can’t be secretly screwing my boss.
Liam turns and looks at me, his eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion… and more.
I swallow past the lump in my throat.“This shouldn’t happen, again. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”
“I don’t regret it, Harper. I never regret my actions.”
Unfortunately, I do.
Chapter8