Page 131 of Over the Line

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he growled, and he started thrusting. Not hard—not the way we both knew we could—but enough to have me moaning for more as his breath turned fast and sharp. In seconds, he was there, releasing inside me as he gasped and swore.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered as he settled back down. “I have been needing to do that for…”

I twisted around a little, grinning. “What? Come in my ass?”

“Exactly.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, then the back of my shoulder. “And I mean it—I intend to do it one more time before tonight’s over.”

Goose bumps sprang up all over me as I squirmed in his arms. “Yes, please?”

He huffed a soft laugh, then pulled out, making both of us gasp. We cleaned up, then settled back into bed, naked and tangled the way I’d been missing so much.

“I’ve been needing to get fucked,” I whispered, running my hand up his back. “But this is the part I was really missing.”

Liam smiled. “Me too.” He brushed his lips across mine. “And don’t worry—I’ll make sure you come.”

“Oh, I know you will.” I pulled him into a longer kiss. As turned on as I was, I didn’t mind waiting to come. I didn’t want Liam to hold back at all on our second round, and if I’d already come… well, that could make things a bit tender. I had no doubt the orgasm waiting for me later on would be well worth it.

He was a man of his word, too. After we’d lazily kissed and touched and held each other for a while, he was hard again, and oh, God, he fucked me every way imaginable. Over the side of the bed while he held on to a handful of my hair. On my back while he stood and plowed into me. From below while I rode his thick cock. He had incredible stamina anyway, and after he’d already come once? Jesus.

And he didn’t just rail me, either. He laid me out on my stomach and made sure I felt every inch of his dick sliding slowly in and out. He bent me over the mattress and teased me with just the head until I was pleading with him to give me more. When he ordered me onto the bed on my back, I was a shaking mess, ready to do anything and everything he said as long as he didn’t stop.

He pushed my legs apart and loomed over me. “Do you want a pillow under your hips?”

“Might not be a bad idea.” I grinned up at him. “I love that angle.”

“I know you do.” He returned the grin as he grabbed a pillow. Once it was positioned under me, he pushed my legs apart and slid his cock back inside. We both moaned as he filled me up again.

“Liam…” I whispered just to say his name.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his lip as he rocked slowly and fluidly in and out of me. “You still good? Not… Not too sore?”

“Not too sore.” I ran a hand up his chest and teased his nipple with my thumbnail. “You’ll have to fuck me harder than that if you want me to be sore.”

His eyebrow lifted, and I knew he read the challenge loud and clear.

Would I regret issuing that challenge tomorrow? Maybe.

Tonight?

“Oh, God, don’t stop!” I was practically sobbing with need now, pumping my own dick furiously as he fucked me exactly as hard as I could take him. Any more and it would’ve been too much, but he rode that line as perfectly as he rode my ass. “Liam… God, that’s… Fuck me, baby, fuck me…”

He did. He fucked me deep, he fucked me hard, he fucked me so good I thought it might actually kill me.

“Get yourself off,” he panted, pounding into me for all he was worth. “I want to come again.”

I bit my lip and pumped myself harder, chasing my orgasm with total abandon now. I loved that he got off on me getting off, same as I did. The way he drove into me, frantic and needy, wanting me to get there, drove me wild and made me want to lose it for him. I was hungry for my own release, but even more, I was desperate for the way he would lose it once he saw and felt and heard me come. I knew that as soon as I came, I’d haul him right over the edge with me, and just thinking that—just anticipating him forcing himself into me and coming—took me there.

I cried out as my hips bucked, and Liam moaned a shaky, “Oh my God, that’s hot,” as my cum landed on my hand and my stomach. I was still coming, still shooting on myself, when he thrust into me so hard, he pushed me up almost into the headboard, and his groan was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard as he released inside me.

Liam slumped over me, trying to hold himself up on shaky arms. I pulled him all the way down, letting him rest his head on my shoulder as he caught his breath. His skin was feverishly hot and slick with sweat, and I didn’t imagine mine was much different. When I ran my fingers through his hair, it was wet. I could already feel muscles and joints, not to mention my ass, aching in a way that warned that I would be feeling this tomorrow.

I grinned to myself and kissed his temple. I didn’t mind at all. I felt too good to care about tomorrow, and anyway, tomorrow’s aches and pains would just have me thinking about tonight. Sounded good to me.

After a moment, he pushed himself up and met my gaze, grinning down at me as a drop of sweat clung precariously to the end of his hair. “Told you I’d make sure you came.”

“Uh-huh. And I never had any doubt.”