Page 103 of The Has-Been

I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to ignore his cock as it rubs against me momentarily.

When I open my mouth to protest, to curse him for leaving me so close and wanting, he sticks his fingers in my mouth. Like, he knows that’s the only way to silence me right now.

An unfamiliar tang coats my tongue.

He pries them from my mouth, only to replace them with his lips. Crashing his own against me, like he’s desperate to remember what I taste like. His tongue sweeps my mouth, both claiming and searching. I press my chest against his, the scrape of my nipples against him a torment.

Thankfully, Liam doesn’t need help remembering which bedroom belongs to me.

He tosses me on the bed and stares over me, the darkness of my room making it nearly impossible to see one another. But I can see enough of him to realize he’s turning for the door, like he’s about to leave me aching and soaking without so much as goodbye.

No. He’s not about to do this again—leave me wanting him. Fuck. No.

Right before he reaches for the door, I stop him, suddenly understanding. “You don’t need a condom, not unless you want to. If so, I understand. But like I said—” I swallow.

Liam turns around instantly. He flips me onto my stomach, without so much as a second thought. In one fluid motion, he angles my ass so it’s inclined in the air.

I want to laugh at him, seeing him this way, so different from the soft and gentle man I know and love—I shake my head at my admittance, now is not the time for that.

“Liam—” I start, uncertain what I planned to say after.

“I thought we said no talking?” he says in a low, sensuous voice.

I gulp.

Liam takes in a deep breath as he spanks my backside. I snort, nearly laughing at my punishment. But my amusement only causes him to do it again. Not hard, he’d never want to hurt me. But just enough for me to arch against it as his erection pushes against the back of my leg.

My face and chest are pressed deep into the mattress, patiently awaiting him.

Liam trails the soft head of his cock up and down my center, and I twitch with pleasure.

Then he edges himself in, one fucking brutal inch at a time.

My fingers curl around the bedding as he slowly deepens his stroke, his length stretching and filling me a little each time. When I’m certain I can’t take it anymore, still desperate and wanting release, he slams the final bit of himself in, and I gasp.

“I said quiet.” He growls. And though I’m not facing him, I can practically feel his satisfied grin.

He pulls out, and the feeling of his absence is striking, leaving me aching for him to fill me once more. And he does, slamming himself back inside me. My eyes roll back, forgetting just how much I missed this.

How perfectly we fit together.

When I’ve adjusted to the feel and size of him, I push my ass back into him, needing a faster pace. Liam doesn’t hesitate, quickening his strokes as one hand reaches around my hip, finding the swollen bundle at my center.

His finger twirls and flicks my clit.

Suddenly it’s too much—the sensation of his fingers over me, the hard length of him inside me. My breathing becomes unsteady, my head rolls back as I’m desperate to call his name.

But it’s Liam who breaks the silence as he practically begs, “Not yet.”

I swallow, trying to obey the command.

“Not yet. Wait for me.” He moans as he withdraws his hand from my center. But I don’t complain because his hands find my hips as he grips me firmly, pulling me forward and back as he continues sliding inside me.

Oh. Fuck.

“Wait for me.” He orders again.

But my ears are buzzing. My knees are buckling. I can’t catch my breath as the sensation at my center is reaching an impossible peak. Liam wraps a hand around my hair, yanking my neck back. “Wait.” He growls. “For.” He sucks in a sharp breath. “Me.” He slams himself in one last time, plunging inside me, and I know from his breathing and the tension filling me he’s close.