“Come here,” Liam says, derailing my train of thought. He’s sitting on the edge of my bed, an inviting look on his face. I go up to my feet and start walking toward him, my eyes almost unable to stop looking at his hard cock. Christ, I just want to ease myself down on top of it and feel it piercing me.
I go up to Liam, standing in front of him as my chest rises and falls, my lungs working overtime to get the air in. He reaches for me, his hands resting on my ass, and reels me in. Following his lead, I place my knees on the edge of the bed, each by the side of his waist. I sit across his lap, feeling his hard cock brushing against my navel, the desire to impale myself on it growing fiercer.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he says, looking me in the eye. “You want me inside of you, and you want it now.”
“Yes,” I nod, my throat growing dry. His fingers are digging into my ass, stopping me from jumping on top of him and sliding his cock inside of my pussy. He knows that I want it bad and he’s dangling the fact that it’s going to happen soon right in front of me, teasing me.
Still with one hand on my hip, he uses the other one to grab his cock, and then he pushes it down against my pussy. Rubbing his glans against my wet folds, he keeps his eyes focused on me, that mischievous grin on his face.
“I want it now…” I moan, trying to thrust.
“I can see that,” he chuckles, keeping me in place. Then, a flicker of deviousness flashing in his eyes, he throws himself back on top of the mattress. “Go ahead then, do your worst, Vivian.”
That’s all I need to hear; I grab his cock and, angling it upward, I raise my hips and lower myself over it. His glans pushes against my folds and I throw my head back, gasping as I feel his thickness stretching my insides. His shaft slides inside of me easily, even though it strains against my inner walls all the way, each inch of him making my breath grow ragged.
“Oh, God, yes,” I moan, all of his thick inches lodged deep inside of me. His glans is pressed against that secret sweet spot in my pussy, and I start swaying my hips, moving them back and forth. I lean into him, pressing my mouth against his and igniting a frantic kiss; our lips part, opening up the stage for our tongues to dance and then wrestle against one another. We keep kissing until I can’t do it anymore, his cock claiming all of my attention. “Fuck…” I hiss, digging my fingernails on his chiseled pectorals.
Sitting up straight, I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders as I start to ride him harder. My fingers run down from his pectorals to his abdominals, and I trace every ridge and valley in his muscles, each perfection impossible to compare… Unless, of course, we’re talking about Carter. These two can go toe-to-toe on whatever area you want to compare them in.
Just like that, I find myself missing Carter again. Like a lingering memory in the cellar of my mind, his absence makes my heart grow tight and anxious. What I wouldn’t give for him to be here with us, his hands running all over my naked body while I keep swaying my hips, Liam’s cock fucking me. As good as Liam is, nothing can compare to how I felt during that brief moment in time, both men ready to put their differences aside and do my bidding. I know that it was good to be true, that something like that couldn’t possibly last but… That doesn’t stop me from missing that moment. To the day I die, I’ll never forget about it. Being with Liam is perfect, sure, and the same happens with Carter... But being with the two of them was simply transcendental. It was Heaven.#p#分页标题#e#
“Hey, what are you thinking of?” Liam whispers, and I’m brought back to reality. I almost lie and tell him that I’m not thinking of anything, but the look in his eyes somehow brings the truth out of me.
“Carter,” I blurt out, not giving my brain enough time to filter out what I’m saying. “It was… different with him. With the two of you.” Liam stays silent for a long moment, decoding my words, and I almost regret having said what I just did.
“Yeah… It is different,” he finally admits, the thorns in my heart fading away. I didn’t screw it all up by mentioning Carter, thank God. “But I’m here now.”
“You are,” I smile, feeling his cock pulsing inside of me. I build up my rhythm again, pushing all thoughts of Carter to the back of my mind. It doesn’t take long for my brain to be so busy with all the information my nerve endings are sending it that I become fully focused on the now—the past and the future become abstract concepts, and all that matters is Liam.