Chapter 52 Room
Liam Carter
The second those words left her lips, something inside me snapped. I kissed her like I was starving, like I’d been dying of thirst and she was the only thing that could quench it. And fuck, maybe she was.
Her hands fisted in my shirt, yanking me closer, like she was just as desperate for this as I was. Like she was done pretending she could fight it. Her nails scraped against my scalp as she tangled her fingers in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me groan into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I muttered against her lips, my hands sliding under her shirt, fingers grazing over smooth, warm skin. I felt her shiver, heard the way her breath hitched when I traced circles over her ribs, just beneath her breasts.
She gasped as I pulled her to me, her legs tightening around my waist.
“Liam”
That sound. My name, breathless and desperate, was everything I needed.
I gripped the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head, tossing it somewhere behind me. I didn’t give her a second to think before my mouth was on her neck, sucking a mark into her skin that told her she was mine. That there was no fucking running now.
“I’ll be good baby, so come home?” I murmured, my lips brushing against her collarbone.
She didn’t answer. She just pulled me down into another kiss, her hands roaming over my chest, sliding under my shirt, fingers digging into my abs like she wanted to mark me, too.
I loved it. I loved it. I loved it. I loved it. I loved it. I fucking loved it.
I reached around, unclasping her bra with an ease, making her exhale sharply as I pushed it off her shoulders, my hands cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until she was gasping into my mouth.
I pulled back slightly, just enough to take in the sight of her, lips swollen, eyes dark, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I rasped, palming her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
She bit her lip, her hips shifting against mine, desperate for friction. My cock throbbed at the movement, at the way she needed me, at the way she wasn’t fighting this anymore.
I leaned in, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardness. She whimpered, her head falling back against the cabinets.
I slid my hands down, gripping the waistband of her shorts.
“Lift up,” I ordered.
And she did, and in one swift motion, I pulled them down, along with her panties, leaving her bare in front of me.
I pulled back just enough to look at her, to let my eyes roam over every inch of her, to let the hunger I felt show in my gaze. She bit her lip again, her body shifting against mine, desperate for friction. My cock throbbed at the movement even more, at the way she needed me like air, at the way she wasn’t fighting the possibility of what we could be.
She swallowed hard, but she didn’t hide.
Good girl, my good girl.
I smirked and dropped to my knees in front of her, hooking my arms under her thighs to pull her closer to the edge of the counter.
“Liam,” she breathed, her hands gripping the edge, her entire body trembling with anticipation.
I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then another, my lips trailing higher, closer. I pressed more kisses further up inyo herr thigh, then another, and another here, more there, my teeth grazing her skin so gently, my lips trailing higher, close, deeper, heading to the spot that could undo us both.
“Keep your eyes on me, Ava.” I murmur as I looked up at her, holding her gaze,
She barely had time to register my words before I licked her wet soaking pussy. Her entire body jerked at the contact, a sharp gasp leaving her lips.
I smirked.
Then I eat her.
I flattened my tongue against her clit, rolling slow, lazy circles before sucking the sensitive bundle into my mouth. She cried out, her thighs trembling against my shoulders, her grip on the counter tightening.
I groaned against her, feeling my cock strain painfully against my jeans as I licked, sucked, tasted her like she was the sweetest fucking thing I’d ever had.
Her hips bucked against my mouth, desperate for more, and I loved it.
“Liam, I…fuck…” Her voice was breathless, high-pitched, and barely audible.
I slid two fingers into her, curling them just right, stroking that perfect spot inside her while my tongue worked her clit.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmured against her,
And that was all it took.
Her back arched, her thighs trembling as she shattered beneath me.
As she screamed my name, her entire body shook as I worked her through it, my tongue never stopping, never giving up.
She was panting, her body spent, but I wasn’t done.
I pressed one last kiss against her before standing to my full height. She was still catching her breath, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted, so I leaned in, brushing my mouth against hers so she could taste herself on my tongue. She was still breathing heavy, her cheeks still red, and her lips opened, so I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers so she could taste herself, so she could just how much she was addivtive, and how addicted i already am.
“Round two, in that room of yours I had you first,” I smirked and whispered,
Her eyes widened slightly, but I didn’t give her a chance to argue.
I lifted her into my arms, carried her to the room I was familiar with, and pressed her against the mirror. I held her with cfae, because she deserved nothing less, carried her to the room, eager to contiue and have her in more ways than i already did
And I wasn’t stopping there.