Page 13 of Arranged Devotion
“I thought I’d start with a kiss first… but that’s the idea.”
His mouth presses to mine. My eyes go wide for a beat, surprise thrumming into me. I can’t remember the last time I kissed someone who wasn’t Kieren, and I don’t know what to do. I forget how to move, how to breathe, how to think. It was easy with Kieren. We were so comfortable and familiar with each other that I never had to worry. But maybe, at some level, that was the problem. There was no struggle, no chase, no reason to stick around, and it could be that’s why I lost him.
Liam’s lips are shockingly soft. The stubble on his chin tickles. His mouth opens and I yield to him, following his lead, letting his spicy, whisky-and-mint tongue slip against mine. I ease into the kiss like dropping into a warm bath, and god, it feels good. It feels so good, letting his lips infuse me, his smell wash over me, the warmth of his skin and the firmness of his muscles pierce straight into my core.
I shouldn’t do this. I feel myself tipping. I could stop it, turn back, hide under the blanket and wait until morning. When the sun comes up, I’ll go back to being me. This’ll be like a dream.
But if I’m dreaming, I might as well enjoy it.
I push myself tighter. The kiss deepens. He lets out an incredible, sensual growl of delight as we kiss harder, my fingers touching him, brushing down to the waist of his shorts. Kieren never reacted like this. Sex with him was always routine, something we had to get through, like Kieren was barely even there. Like he was jerking off into me.
But with Liam it’s like he’s more fully present. His hand rips my hair as the other slips down to cup my ass. I drag in a breath, liking the way he squeezes, the way he touches me like he can’t stop himself. I feel him stiffening, pressing against me, and I realize he’s not wearing anything underneath the thingym shorts. Instead of being appalled, the idea sends me into overdrive.
I reach down and touch his cock.
He lets out a low hum of pleasure and bites my lip. I grip the tip and almost yelp with shock.
He’senormous.
Massive, honestly. I don’t have many dicks to compare him to, but Liam is easily, by far, the biggest I’ve ever touched.
My mouth waters as he turns and pins me against the wall.
“Easy love,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. He reaches down and tugs the oversized sweatshirt up, just above my breasts. I’m not wearing my bra anymore. My nipples are hard and exposed as he leans down to suck them, his hands palming my chest, and his eyes shine with desire as he takes me in. “God damn, love, incredible.”
My fingers glide through his hair, tugging, as my other hand strokes his shaft over his shorts. He sucks my nipples harder, squeezing like he can’t help himself.
“Look at you,” he says, groaning in bliss. “So fucking pretty. These pink nipples are nice and stiff for me. Were you thinking about this on the couch? Dreaming about it?”
“You were thinking about it too.”
“God damn right I was. I pictured every inch of you, love, but you are far exceeding all expectations.” His right hand slides down the front of me to the shorts. He tugs, then slips a hand down the waistline. I whimper as he strokes over my panties, teasingmy pussy. Pleasure bursts into my core and I let out a low, needy gasp, which he swallows with a deep kiss.
I stroke him faster. I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I don’t care anymore. All the nervous worries, the fears, the self-conscious nagging, the ugly voice in the back of my head that’s always saying I’m wrong, I’m wrong, I’m doing it all wrong, everything goes silent.
I kiss him harder, tugging his shorts down. But before I get them off, he pulls back.
And drops to his knees.
“Liam,” I say, whimpering with surprise as he tugs my bottoms off. He kisses my stomach, my hip bones, muttering praise like he genuinely means it. I grab his hair and he shoves my other wrist against the wall as his mouth finds my pussy over my undies, licking and teasing, breathing me in.
“Fucking delicious. Let me taste you, Regan. Tell me you want it.”
“Please, I just?—“
“Say you want it. Say it and mean it. I want you to beg me to lick your pussy until you come on my mouth. Nice and enthusiastic.”
Oh shit.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Kieren never did this. Another man’s mouth on my pussy, licking me, eating me, it’s dirty, it’s wrong?—
He tugs my panties down until they’re around my ankles.
“Say it,” he whispers, sucking one finger before rolling it along my slit.
Holy crap.
That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
