Page 134 of Over the Line

“You want to?” He grinned.

“I can’t suck it or ride it right now,” I said. “The least you can do is let me watch it.”

His eyebrows flicked up as if he hadn’t expected that. Hell, I hadn’t expected it; dirty talk had never been my strong point, but he seemed to draw it out of me.

And he also adjusted the angle of his phone so I could see him. Christ, what a view—those six-pack abs, taut and bare above his fully hard dick, the muscles in his powerful arm rippling with each slow, restrained stroke.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “That’s so damn hot.”

“Uh-huh.” Liam gazed at me with heavy-lidded eyes full of heat and lust. “Hot as hell.”

There was a part of me that wanted to remind him I had the much, much better view right now. I took care of myself, but I wasn’t in tiptop professional athlete condition.

Except the way he watched me… The way he bit back a moan as he tightened his strokes…

I didn’t have to understand what he saw when he looked at me. I didn’t have to get how a man carved from marble could get that turned on by what I had on offer. It didn’t have to make sense.

The reality was that what Liam saw made him hot, and he was pumping himself while he watched me do the same, murmuring, “Baby, I can’t wait to touch you again.”

“S-same.” I sped up my strokes, my spine arching off the bed as heat coursed through me. “Jesus, Liam…”

“Mmm, yeah, I love it when you say my name,” he whispered. “I’d make you beg for my dick when I see you, but let’s be real…” He pushed out a ragged breath as he shifted on the bed. “I’m going to be begging to fuck you.”

“Don’t need to beg,” I slurred. “I want it too. God, I want you so bad.”

His choked whimper almost sent me over the edge. “Fuuuck…”

Yeah, my sentiments exactly. Watching him while I was getting myself off—this was too damn hot. I didn’t even have space to be self-conscious. I was just too turned on by him and by the way he watched me like he wanted to eat me alive.

That dirty goddamned mouth didn’t hurt a thing either.

“As soon as I have you in the same room,” he rasped, fucking into his own fist, “I need to be balls deep in you.”

“Oh God,” I croaked, letting my head fall back. “Yes, please?”

“Yeah? That what you want?”

“So much.” I licked my lips, tightening my strokes as I sought more friction. “Baby, I need to be fucked.”

“I know you do. And I need to fuck you. Your mouth, your ass—you’re not going to be able to move when I’m done with you.”

“Promise?”

“You better believe it. I’m—” He pressed his head back into the headboard. “God, I’m gonna come.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please do.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and dug his teeth into his lip. Then he opened his eyes and looked right at me, and his words came out as a groan: “Fuck, I can’t wait to come in you.” And then he was coming, thrusting into his own fist as cum dotted those perfect, tight abs.

Money shots had never done much for me, but when it was Liam going off just after he’d said how much he wanted to come in me—oh, yeah, that took me there. In an instant. I shuddered and gasped as my toes curled and my back arched, and I shouted as I came on my own hand and stomach.

“Oh my God, that’s hot,” he whispered. “That’s it, baby. God, yeah…”

I just pressed back against the headboard and breathed. Jerking off hadn’t even come close to scratching the itch lately, but when it was accompanied by filthy promises rolling off Liam’s tongue? Holy fuck.

I exhaled and loosened my grasp on my dick. On the screen, he was doing the same. Trembling. Panting. Lying there like he needed to collect himself as much as I did.

Still out of breath, he said, “One more game, baby. Then you’re all mine.”