Chapter 22 Goodnight
Ava Reed
I couldn’t sleep. Not with the way my body still felt all the remnants of what happened tonight. I was restless, heat pooling low in my belly, with my mind looping back to the way his voice had dropped when he spoke in my ear. The way his hands had held me firm against him.
I exhaled and sat up, my fingers gripping the sheets. My body knew exactly what it wanted, and for the first time, I didn’t feel like fighting it. Without overthinking, I slid out of bed and padded barefoot across the hallway, stopping just in front of Liam’s door. I had no idea why I was here. No plan. No excuse. But something inside me pulled me closer.
And then, I heard it.
My name.
Soft, husky, barely a whisper, but unmistakable.
I inhaled sharply and, unable to stop myself, I peeked through the slight crack in the door. What I saw made my thighs clench together instantly.
Liam was lying in bed, shirtless, his abs flexing with each slow movement of his hand over his thick, hard cock. His head was tipped back against the pillow, his free hand gripping the sheets. The only light came from the dim lamp on his nightstand, casting his body in golden shadows. His lips parted as he let out a low groan, stroking himself at a lazy pace.
“Fuck, Snowflakes,” he murmured, his voice ragged.
My breath hitched, as my entire body reacted to the heat that curled through me, pooling at my core. He was touching himself to me. Thinking about me.
Just as I was about him.
My thighs clenched tighter. The ache between them was unbearable, my body pulsing with need. Before I could think better of it, my fingers drifted beneath the hem of my sleep shorts, grazing the damp lace of my panties. A quiet gasp left my lips as I brushed against my own slick heat.
I watched him stroke his cock, still moaning my name, like the mere thought of me was driving him insane. I could only wonder what he was thinking of, but whatever it was, it made him stroke harder each second
He stirred slightly, turning his head, and my stomach dropped. For a second, I thought I was caught. But then, to my utter shock, he met my gaze directly.
He had seen me. Yet, he hadn’t stopped.
Instead, he slowed his strokes, deliberately drawing out each movement, his eyes burning into mine.
“Enjoying the show, Snowflake?”
Fuck yes, I was. And like him, my hands stayed put inside me
My breath hitched. My legs trembled. But I couldn’t move. Not when he was looking at me like that. Not when I was still touching myself, my fingers now wet with proof of just how much I was enjoying it.
He smirked, eyes hooded.
“Come in.”
His voice was dark, full of command, and I obeyed before I even thought about it. The door clicked shut behind me as I stepped inside.
Liam leaned back on his elbows, his cock standing thick and proud in his hand.
“Keep going,” he murmured. “Touch yourself for me.”
A shiver ran down my spine. I should have felt embarrassed. Humiliated even. But all I felt was heat. A wicked, toe-curling heat that had me sinking onto the chair across from his bed, my fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts.
His gaze never left me as I moved, as I pressed my fingers where I needed them most, circling, teasing.
“That’s it,” Liam praised, his grip tightening around himself. “Make yourself feel good, Ava.”
My breathing turned ragged as I watched him watch me. Touch himself more as I touched myself too
“Tell me how it feels.” His voice deep and thick with arousal.
“Good,” I breathed, my fingers working faster.
His smirk deepened. “How good?”
My toes curled. My body was on fire. “So good,” I admitted, my head tipping back.
A low groan rumbled in his chest. He pumped himself harder, his abs flexing, sweat glistening on his skin. His eyes were glued to me, watching me unravel right in front of him.
“You gonna come for me, Snowflake?” His voice was nothing but gravel and sin.
I whimpered, my body arching into my own touch.
“Eyes on my baby” he said and I had a good comeback for that, but fuck! I couldn’t speak, I just obeyed. I just watched him as he stared at me and back to my fingers fucking me and as he jerked himself harder and faster
“That’s it,” he growled. “Come with me.”
The moment his body tensed, the moment I saw his lips part and his head tip back in pure ecstasy, I shattered. My orgasm tore through me, my body trembling as I gasped his name. Liam groaned, spilling over his hand, his body jerking with release.
For a few moments, we just breathed. Staring at each other. Swallowed by the tension still thick in the air.
Then, Liam sat up, his voice husky.
“Lick your fingers.”
My stomach flipped. I hesitated only for a second before bringing my fingers to my lips, sucking them clean while his eyes darkened.
“Now, come here,” he ordered,
I hated rules or orders, but he made it so easy and beautiful to obey
I stood, walking over slowly, my pulse hammering. When I reached him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close. His lips ghosted over mine for the briefest second before his tongue swept into my mouth, tasting exactly what he had asked for.
The kiss was slow, deep, intoxicating. And then, just as suddenly as he had started it, he pulled away, smirking.
“Goodnight, Snowflake.”
I exhaled a shaky breath, stepping back. My legs still trembled. My heart still raced. But I forced a smirk of my own.
“Goodnight, Captain.”
And with that, I turned and walked out, feeling entirely too pleased with myself.