He chuckled as he rose from between my legs. “Nope. One more course to go.” Liam pulled me off the couch, tugged me close, and breathed his hot breath in my ear. “Take me to your room.”
I met his intense gaze before nodding and stepping backward with him still pressed against me. Once inside, we stood at the foot of my bed while my heart pounded chaotically in my chest. I looped my finger into the top of his sweats and tilted my head. “I think you’re a little overdressed for this meal.”
He cocked his head, his smile widening. “What are you going to do about it?”
Swallowing, I bottled up my nerves and slid my eyes down to his drawstrings, where my finger rested. Why was I so damn nervous to see a guy naked? It wasn’t like it was my first time, but in a way, it felt a whole lot like it. My head felt light. My stomach was doing somersaults, and I had to suck in a slow breath so I didn’t sound shaky.
Confidence, Chelsea, I scolded myself. After a short exhale, I used both hands to grip the top of Liam’s sweats and slid them down over his boxer briefs. I peeled his briefs away next, inch by inch, until his cock sprung free right next to my mouth. My eyes widened, and for a second, I thought I might lose my nerve. Without thinking twice, my right hand wrapped around it. I was entranced by his size. Now I was intimidated for a whole new reason. How was I supposed to fit that thing inside me?
When I dared another look at Liam, he’d lost his smile and had replaced it with a hooded gaze.
“Chelsea, I’d like to introduce you to Willy, our dinner guest.”
23
Liam
I almost expected Chelsea to shy away from me after her introduction to Willy. Instead, the gleam in her eyes told me she was up for the challenge. Her hand was already wrapped around me when she looked back down and flicked her tongue out to lick her lips.
The wait was almost too much—I watched her while she gazed at my todger like she was contemplating her plan of action. Would she try to fit it in her mouth all at once? Would she work her way down to the base slowly just like I’d tortured her? Who knew? I would probably come as soon as she wrapped those pretty pink lips around me.
It was her tongue that made the first contact, swirling the tip before her mouth wrapped around it and sucked. Her lips smacked as she pulled away and dove right back in. Flattening her tongue on the underside of my base, she applied pressure against the vein. When her light-blue eyes snapped to mine, she started her ascent, running the tip of her tongue all the way up and wrapping her lips around me again, this time taking me deeper into her throat.
“Bloody hell, woman.” I gasped as I placed my hands on the back of my neck, doing everything I possibly could to contain my pending orgasm.
She started out almost hesitant but grew more confident by the second. Now, she was too good. Her hot mouth sent chills through my body. When her small hand started to stroke me as she took me until I hit the back of her throat, I lost all control. My climax came quickly, powerfully, and I managed to pull away from her mouth with enough time to decorate her neck and chest with my excitement.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I growled.
I’d expected to come quickly. While I’d wanked myself off plenty of times, mostly to thoughts of Chelsea in a bikini, it felt like ages since I’d last slept with a woman. When I finally had Chelsea beneath me, I wanted it to last, hence the massive amounts of foreplay until the main course, which was coming up next. The way her eyes sparkled as she looked back at me, she knew it.
She sat on the bed, her naked body the sexiest I’d ever seen. With her light-pink nipples, her freckled skin, and her long red hair a tangled mess around her head, she was a vision I knew I would never get enough of.
“Don’t move,” I demanded with a point of my finger.
I walked to the bathroom to clean myself. Returning with a towel, I swiped off the droplets on her chest. Biting down on my smile, I tossed the towel aside and pushed her onto her back while placing my knee between her thighs and resting my palms on either side of her.
“You think you can handle me?” It was a tease, playing off Chelsea’s initial reaction to seeing me, and it made her smile too.
“I think I handled you just fine already.”
Touché. I chuckled and leaned in to kiss her in what I’d intended to be a quick peck before moving down her body again, but that wasn’t what happened. Once my lips touched hers, I wanted to memorize them, the soft lines and steep curves of her cupid’s bow. I wanted to explore her cool, minty mouth, the way her body reacted when I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth and sucked.
It seemed the feeling was mutual. While our kiss was agonizingly slow, our intensity grew by the second. And by the end, we were a pile of tangled limbs, hasty tongues, and bruised lips. If it hadn’t been for Willy waking between us, I probably never would have stopped.
In a quick maneuver, I rolled so my back was on the bed and Chelsea was above me. Her hair fell over her shoulder, and her palms pushed into my chest. It was like we didn’t need to speak another word. I reached between my legs and stroked my length slowly, hardening.
“Willy is up for the challenge, I see.” She grinned, making me jerk in my fist.
“Oh, he is, love.” Then I looked at her wet opening and bit my lip. “More than you know.”
Once we were aligned, she eased her body down around me, her mouth widening as a not-so-subtle moan shook her throat.
“F-uuuck.”
She quaked as she slid down around me, her muscles squeezing me like a death grip. Meanwhile, my breath was caught somewhere in my chest as my glance fell to her temporary tattoo. Not only was a gorgeous woman on top of me, but she was wearing my art.
A feeling of possession swarmed through my chest, my gut, my soul. That was when I realized that I wanted to call her mine, not just for one night. I wanted Chelsea Banks for as long as she would keep me.
My hands slid up her legs to reach her arse, and I gave it a good squeeze before lifting my hips to take her deeper.
My chest swelled when I saw the first bead of sweat form on her brow. She hadn’t even started riding me, but I knew my length was more than she’d anticipated. Even after going down on me, her body had to acclimate, and I thought I might go crazy waiting for her to do so.
I wanted to growl, scream, flip her over, and ram every last breathy moan from her beautiful body. I would let her take her time getting used to me, but after that, I had every intention of quickening the pace and fucking her without mercy. Patience did not feel like it was on my side in that moment, and I was getting ready to lose my mind.
With each nudge of my hips, she fell deeper and deeper until our bodies finally collided, and her lids fluttered closed.
“Holy shit, Liam. Your willy is so… girthy.”
As turned on as I was, I laughed at her compliment. At least, I thought it was a compliment. I’d certainly take it as one. “Yeah, well, your sally will get on just fine once you start moving.” I squeezed her bum.
“Did you just name my vagina?”
I groaned as her laugh shook her body. “I didn’t realize I’d done that, but I do like the sound of it. Your Sally, my Willy—it makes for a rather good team, don’t you think?”