Page 92 of Ward Willing
“Liam,” I whimper, shifting my weight slightly so that the toy is pressing fully against my clit. “Oh, fuck!”
Instead of stopping, he presses his thigh harder against my core.
My eyes roll back as he turns it up again, his thigh keeping it perfectly against my aching, needy clit. My underwear is drenched, but Liam doesn’t touch me other than one hand on my waist holding me still.
“Do you want this, Zoe?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Tell me what you want. I need to hear it.”
“I need you. I need to come,” I moan. “And I need you to take control,” I finish.
“Why should I give this to you when you lied to me?” he asks, his voice almost indifferent—like he’s closing himself off.
“I said I was sorry,” I tell him, rolling my hips against his thigh. “I can say it as many times as I need to. I’m sorry?—”
He turns the strength up on the vibrator, and I tremble. It’s too much—being this close to him, the scent of licorice permeating the air, the feel of his warm thigh between my legs…
“If we’re going to do this, there are things we need to establish,” he growls.
“My safe word is Catalina.”
He goes still. “Are you sure you want to be snarky right now?”
Adding two more levels to the vibrations, I moan as all my muscles coil, as I barrel quickly toward my climax. A low, deep noise rumbles in Liam’s chest, and it’s like he can sense that I’m close—like he can’t help but be aroused—despite being disappointed in me.
“Come for me, little rebel. Don’t make me wait any longer,” he grits out, using his hand to hold my waist so he’s settling me on his thigh.
His words aren’t affectionate, though. Nothing about this is romantic.
It’spunishment—demanding, quick, and ruthless.
Everything burns and tingles all at once. It’s overpowering, and I’m fully gasping now as my body convulses. I’m close, but not there yet, so I circle my hips slightly, which nudges the front partandthe part inside of me, giving me the friction that I need.
Liam realizes what I’m doing, removing his thigh, and cupping me with his hand instead. It’sreallyfucking hot, and through my lashes, I watch his mouth drop open as I grind myself on his hand.
He’s breathing hard, too, and his grip against me tightens, pressing the vibrator directly onto my swollen bud. My core flutters waiting to grab onto something.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper. He begins to move his hand slightly to give me the traction I crave, but the feeling is too intense. “Liam, wait, it’s too much?—”
“It’s a good thing I know your safe word, then,” he growls, not relenting at all. “I don’t have all night, baby girl,” he murmurs. “Come.Now.”
It’s thebaby girlterm of endearment for me; it sends me over the edge.
I throw my head back as my orgasm explodes through me. I’m glad he’s holding me up with one hand, because my knees give out and my back arches as I cry out.
I reach up without thinking and grab the back of his neck, pulling his mouth to mine as my body twitches, as my hands tremble.
He kisses me back with fervor, and I vaguely register him pulling his glasses off as they clatter to the ground, and then his tongue slips between my lips as one orgasm carries over into another one.
I cry out against his lips as everything inside of me pulses, as my fingers grip the hair at the back of his head. He groans as I fuck myself against his hand, and then all of a sudden it’s too much. I pull away and gasp, nearly ready to collapse, but Liam quickly turns the vibrator off.
When he does, my clit is still pulsing and buzzing—like phantom vibrations. I can hardly catch my breath, and a bead of sweat slides down my back as Liam looks down at the remote before pocketing it again.
Then, he surges forward, one hand gripping my neck as he kisses me again. His tongue pushes past my lips and everything else falls away. My whole body is warm and pliant against his, and I groan when one of his large hands comes to my hip, squeezing it once.
He pulls away at the sound, panting as he stares down at me. Without another word, he bends down and retrieves his glasses, giving me a knowing look.
