Liam slapped my pussy, sending shockwaves of heat and pleasure through my body.
He kissed my lower belly, and I was so wet now I was afraid I was going to come just from that.
His head went between my legs, and his eyes met mine. “Do not close your eyes.” He was so close that as he talked, I could feel his breath against my moist folds, and it made me squirm. “Do you understand?” he prompted, still holding me tight.
“Yes, sir.”
His mouth was on my pussy then, soft and slow at first, and I took in a shuddering breath. His eyes stayed locked on mine, making sure I watched as his tongue licked a long trail down between my folds, before his lips found my clit and he sucked me gently.
“Oh,” I cried, surprised at how loud and high-pitched the sound was.
He sucked my clit harder, and I watched his full lips, his hard jaw as he ate me out, his tongue moving expertly over me while he held me by the hips. A thousand fires burned between us, all of them hot and wrong and right at the same time. He worked my pussy with his mouth while his eyes worked my soul. I was bound to him. Even these dirty things we were doing bound me to him in some indefinable way.
He licked and sucked and ate me, never using his fingers, just his mouth, brushing his tongue and lips over my clit, sliding his tongue deep inside of me before withdrawing and pulling back.
My body was ready for a release, and I thought for sure Liam would want me to come quickly, since we were here in the lobby, completely exposed to anyone who might walk by.
But it was the opposite. He took his time, bringing me to the brink of orgasm, then pulling back right before I was about to be pushed over the edge.
He knew my body so well, knew exactly how it would respond, how to push and pull until I was sopping wet and begging for him to let me come.
“Please,” I panted.
“Please what?”
“Please make me come.”
“Make you come?” He raised his eyebrows as he spoke and moved his head down just a tiny bit, his hot breath skating over the inside of my parted thighs.
The fact that he was pulling back made me desperate and panic slid up my spine. He wanted more, I realized. Me just saying that I wanted him to make me come wasn’t dirty enough for him, wasn’t enough humiliation.
“Please,” I moaned. “Please make my pussy come with your tongue.”
He slid his mouth slowly back to my pussy, his tongue sliding over the cleft, parting the swollen tissues.
“Please, I need to come, sir,” I said. “I want you to eat me until I come.”
“Again.”
“Please lick and suck my pussy until I come.”
His mouth was back on my clit now, and I watched as it began to move faster, as he sucked harder, his jaw clenching, the look in his eyes letting me know that he fucking owned me, that I was his possession.
“I own this pussy,” he growled. “I’m the only one who will ever make you come like this, do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, Liam.”
“First and last,” he whispered, and I didn’t have time to think about what the words meant before he was diving back between my legs, his mouth and tongue probing, sucking, his mouth hot and wet and good. This time, when he brought me to the edge, he didn’t stop.
He pushed me over, and my orgasm tore through me, leaving my legs weak and my body shuddering. He held me by the hips, waiting for me to recover, pulling me off the railing but not letting me go until he was sure I could stand.
He pressed my back up against it, his arms encircling me as he pushed his body tight against mine. I could feel his erection straining against his jeans, pressing against my belly.
His mouth slanted against mine and he kissed me, his tongue probing and rubbing against mine. I kissed him back with abandon, sucking his tongue, emboldened by what we’d just done, still high from the orgasm that continued to leave my knees weak.
He ended the kiss first, leaving me wanting more, and then his hands were on my shoulders and he pushed me to the ground roughly, sliding me all the way down his body until my knees hit the hard concrete floor of the vestibule.
He undid his zipper and his cock sprung free.
My heart was thundering in my chest, my pulse racing, the blood pumping through my body hard and fast. The skin on my knees burned from where they’d hit the hard concrete, but the pain was the last thing on my mind.
Now, on my knees, I couldn’t see behind him to the elevators, nor behind me to the parking lot.
I was exposed on both sides – people could come from either direction, and I wouldn’t be able to see.
Liam gave his shaft two hard strokes with his hand, gazing down at me before pressing his dick to my closed mouth. He slid the swollen head back and forth across my lips as I looked up at him, waiting for his instructions, now a slave to his every desire.