I feel him start to work a little more of his finger inside me. He’s going in so much easier than the last time we did this, and just having him inside me in this way feels so dirty and hot and sexy.
Liam keeps going until his finger is all the way inside me, and I feel full of him but strangely not full enough.
I need more.
“You okay?” he asks, stilling his finger on my clit and the one inside me.
“Mmhmm.”
It takes me a moment to realize that he’s not going to start moving.
I glance back at him. His brow is furrowed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you sure you want this?”
I soften my gaze. “Of course I’m sure. I want you inside me, like this.” I push back on his finger.
His eyes light up, like the striking of a match. “God, you look so fucking hot right now,” Liam rasps out the words.
He slides his finger out and then slowly slips it back in. He starts fucking my ass with his finger, and I have never felt more sexy and hot than I do right now.
He pinches my clit, making me cry out.
“More,” I tell him. “I need…more.” My own hand grabbing at my breast, I pinch my nipple.
“I’m gonna put two fingers in, baby. I need to get you ready for my cock.”
“Yes. Please.” I’m starting to feel mindless from the sensation.
His fingers are doing an amazing number on my clit.
His finger leaves my ass, and I whimper at the loss.
I hear the pumping of lube, and then I feel it running down my ass.
Liam’s fingers are back, teasing and probing. The push is firmer this time. Two fingers. I feel him rotating them as the tips of them start to slip inside me.
“Oh God,” I moan. My head dropping onto the pillow, I bite into it.
He slowly works his big fingers inside me, rotating and stretching and filling me, preparing me for his cock.
I’m panting into the pillow, my fingers clawing at the bedsheets, my body climbing toward what I just know is going to be an amazing orgasm.
“Jesus, Taylor, I could come just from looking at you like this…you on your hands and knees with my fingers up your ass. I’ve never seen anything hotter.”
His words, the sound of his voice…the feel of him inside me, his fingers teasing my clit…I’m so close to coming. My body is begging for all he can give me.
“I need you inside me,” I say urgently, lifting my head to look back at him.
He stills. “Are…you sure?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. I need this…I need you, Liam.” And, in this moment, I really and truly mean that. I’ve never needed anyone like I need him right now.
Desire rages in his eyes. His jaw is clenched tight. He looks like he’s barely on the edge of restraint.
He slips his fingers out of me, and his other hand moves away from my clit, leaving my body crying for his touch.
He picks up the lube and pumps an obscene amount onto his cock, lubing it up. I guess he wants to make sure he’s as slippery as possible to get inside me. He pumps the lube down on my ass again, letting it slide down the crack. His fingers work it down and into my hole.
I’m wet and slippery, and nervous and scared, but I’m so ready to have him inside me in this way.
His eyes meet back with mine. “Ready?”
“Yes…just…go slow.”
My eyes meet with his. His eyes look raw, and his expression is tight, like he’s just hanging on to his control by the tips of his fingers.
“I wouldn’t do it any other way. You want me to stop, tell me.” He might be hanging on to his control, but it doesn’t show in his voice. It’s soft and measured.
“I will.”
I look back ahead and close my eyes, focusing on relaxing. I figure, if I tense, it’ll hurt more. Like when you have a gyno examination, which is something I really shouldn’t be thinking about right now—unsexiest thing ever.
I feel Liam’s cock press against my ass, and all my focus goes straight to that one important place. He pushes in the tip, and I gasp.
“You okay?” he rasps out.
“Yeah,” I breathe out through the burn. It’s much stronger than the one I felt with his finger. “Just keep going.”
His hands are gripping my hips, his fingers working restlessly against my skin, as he pushes in a little further. And further until he’s soon all the way in, deep inside me.
“Boston…is this still okay?”
“I’m not going to lie; it hurts a little, but…it feels good, too…if that makes sense.” I look back at him again.
A smile eases onto his lips. He might be smiling, but his eyes are dark and dangerous and hot as fuck.
“It makes sense.” His voice is rough.
Liam moistens his lips with his tongue. Holding my eyes, he pulls his cock out, almost to the tip, and then slowly pushes it back in.
I can’t take my eyes off of him. I’m mesmerized.
The moment is so intense, and the pleasure I’m feeling is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Liam slides his hand under my stomach and lifts me upright. We’re both up on our knees, my back pressed to his chest, and he’s deep inside me.