Page 80 of Open Water
Stop steering. Let him have all of it.
"Okay," I breathed. "Okay. Yeah."
I reached down and got my hand around him. His dick was hard, hot, slick at the tip. I stroked him slow, and the sound he made went straight down my spine.
"I want it." Past pride now. Past the careful Harrington control. "I want it so bad, Liam. Whatever you want. I'll do anything you want — just,please."
His forehead dropped to mine. His fingers stilled for a second, and I felt the tremor in them. Under all the cocky, he was as new to this as I was.
It made me love him in a way I still couldn't say out loud.Love.Liam was my boyfriend and he was about to fuck me and there was that word.
He reached past me into the drawer and came back with lube.
"Tell me if it hurts," he said, and the joking dropped out of his voice. "I mean it. We stop the second you say. "
The first touch made me flinch. Cold, and then his finger circling, slow, patient, and my whole body wanted to clamp down — every instinct I had insisting this was wrong, protect, keep out. My body didn't know how to let something in.
"Breathe," Liam said. His other hand spread flat on my stomach, warm, holding me to the bed. "You're somewhere else. Come back to me."
I breathed. He waited. He pushed in slow, just the tip of one finger, and held there until the resistance eased, and then a little more.
"Okay?"
"Okay. Weird. But okay."
"Weird's allowed." He worked it gentle, in and out, unhurried, and the strange gave way to something else. A low, surprising warmth I hadn't expected, building each time he moved. When he added a second finger I tensed again and he stopped, just stopped, mouth on my hip, breathing with me until I unwound.
"There you go," he murmured. "God, look at you."
He curled his fingers and found something that made my back come off the mattress.
"Fuck—"
"Yeah?" His voice went rough. "Found it."
"Do that again."
"So bossy for a guy who's not in charge right now." But he did it again, and again, until I was rocking down onto his hand without deciding to, my cock dripping against my stomach, every careful thought I'd ever had burned clean out of my head. For once there was no audience. Just my body and his hands and the want.
"Liam. Now. Please."
"What do you want golden boy?" He asked.
"I want you in me. I want your dick."
He pulled his fingers free and I felt the absence of them like a complaint. He slicked himself, lined up, and braced over me on one forearm so his face was right above mine.
"Look at me," he said. "Whole time. Okay?"
"Okay."
He pushed in.
I'd been warned it would be a lot and it was. The stretch, the burn, my body's whole twenty-year reflex screamingback up, protect, keep out.I gritted my teeth and Liam went still instantly, buried halfway, his forehead dropping to mine, both of us shaking.
"Hey," he breathed. "I've got you. I'm not moving. Breathe with me."
I breathed with him. The blunt instrument. The boy who'd put his fist through Marcus's face, whose body had only ever been for the boat and the fight, he was holding himself dead still inside me, every muscle in his arms locked with the effort of not moving, just so I could catch up. I'd never been handled like that in my life. Like I was something worth the patience.
