Liam’s last resolve snaps as he takes control. His hand finds my hair and he tugs my head up and down his dick, fucking my mouth with reckless abandon. My eyes prick with tears and I love every second, his desperation for release fueling my willingness to comply. A groan of pleasure escapes his mouth as his head falls back.
His dick twitches as I suck down his release. I welcome it, craving more, high on lust and happiness because I want anything and everything Liam gives me. His fingers let go of my head once he finishes pumping into me.
He pulls me up and kisses me relentlessly, branding me from the inside out, stamping a hot iron to my heart with his initials. And like hot metal, it hurts like a bitch to know I want what I can’t have.
Liam gives me no time to collect myself as he pushes me toward the bed. I collapse onto it, enthusiastic and ready for anything. A smug smile crosses his lips as he stares down at me.
I tap my lips with my index finger. “Are you just going to stare at me all night or…？”
His nostrils flare at my taunt. “I’m deciding what item I’m going to knock off first.”
“This evening got a whole lot more interesting.”
“I know you’re an eager woman who wants to mark off many items in a short amount of time. So, I have some plans.”
Blood rushes to my ears, my heartbeat posing as a temporary hearing problem. “Should I be embarrassed that it turns me on to hear you talking about plans?”
He lets out the softest laugh. “First, let’s get rid of your clothes.”
Liam doesn’t need to ask me twice. One sandal flies toward a corner of the room while the other lands on the dresser. He chuckles at my enthusiasm but doesn’t lift a finger, watching me with crossed arms. My dress goes flying somewhere while my bra and panties find the same fate, lost somewhere in the dark. I lie against the pillows and wait. I’m not exactly sure where I found my confidence, but I’m not opposed to it.
He smiles while shaking his head. “Is someone excited?”
I bob my head up and down. He turns his back toward me as he pulls out something silky from the nightstand.
“Ah, be blindfolded. This is exciting,” my voice rasps.
“We both know you get just as excited about crossing off items on your list as you do about completing them.”
No use disagreeing because I love the idea of knocking off items with Liam. It’s our type of foreplay. “I’d like to thank my horny, lonely self for getting drunk and exploring sexy bucket lists at 2 a.m. on a Saturday. My pending orgasms are forever grateful.”
“I’m seriously wondering why I didn’t buy a gag too.”
“Shut up. You love my ramblings.”
Ugh, Sophie. Not the L-word again.
Liam’s penetrating gaze is the last thing I see before he covers my eyes with the blindfold. If I die today, what a final sight to remember. I’m willing to sacrifice myself for the cause. The search for the best orgasm sounds like an epic way to go, possibly becoming my tombstone statement.
Liam pushes my head back on the pillows. “Senses are a funny thing. You take out two, it heightens the rest.” He grabs my wrists and wraps them up with what I assume is the tie he threw on the bed earlier. The knot is tight enough for my hands to not get loose, but not enough to hurt me. Looks like Liam wants to knock out get tied up, as well.
I test it once and am met with resistance. “Were you a Boy Scout before? That’s one good knot.”
“Nope. I preferred the kids’ book club.”
I sigh. “Only you could make being a member of a book club sound sexy.”
He closes the gap, his familiar scent enveloping me. Something makes a metallic clanking noise off to the side before Liam’s body slides down mine, tracing the contours of my body with warm kisses. When he reaches the area begging for his attention, I get hit with an ice-cold kiss.
Literally, ice cold.
Damn, I nearly forgot about Try foreplay with ice. With any other man, I wouldn’t find this sexy, the chilly feeling prompting my ass to lift off the bed. But somehow everything with Liam feels good. Warm fingers reach my aching places, giving way to some relief before his cold tongue finds my clit. It pulses with want as he sucks. His tongue brushes against me, lazily tracing circles.
“Holy shit. Are you for real right now?” My words morph into a moan.
The heat from my body melts the ice cube as Liam licks me with ruthlessness. His tongue is built for sin, running over my entrance before plunging inside of me. Pressure builds within me like a ticking bomb to the beat of my heart. Not being able to see or touch anything makes me attuned to everything else: my breathing, his touch, the coolness where his tongue lingers.