Collided: Dirty Air (Book 2)(66)

His fingers pump into me while he teases my breasts, his lips sucking at the soft flesh above my nipple, marking me for no one but him to see. The bite of pain mixed with his steady pumping sets me off again, my brain soaring away from me without a glance back.

He gives me time to come back to the present moment. “Look at that, you have more than one in you.”

This man gives the devil a run for his money. Liam gets up from the bed, opening up the side drawer and pulling out a condom. He pushes his boxer briefs down, revealing his thick cock, looking smooth and ready.

I crawl toward the edge of the bed, my fingers grabbing the package from his hand and ripping the foil. He takes a deep breath as I roll the condom down his shaft. One of my fingers runs up his length once I finish. My knees wobble, but I stay steady.

Liam gets on the bed, tugging me along with him. My head falls against his chest, and his fingers run along the ridges of my spine, his touch searing itself into my memory.

“Ever ridden someone’s cock before?” His husky voice rings through the room.

“Nope.”

“Now’s your turn to show me you want this with us. Make me believe you because I’m afraid you’ll walk out that room and avoid me once everything is done.” He whispers in my ear before his tongue traces the sensitive skin.

His task weighs between us. He wants to give me control because he doubts my commitment to trying. My heart hammers in my chest, afraid of doing something wrong.

“You’re sexy as fuck. Stop doubting yourself.” He grabs my hand and presses it against his cock. “Feel that? There’s no denying I want you to fuck me. You should be confident in yourself, and in trying this out with us.”

My chest tightens at his thoughtfulness to build my confidence. It confuses me. Everything about him sets me off, in good and bad ways, making me uncertain of where to go from here.

I lean into him, pressing my lips against his. My tongue teases his, stealing his groan as my hand runs down his chest. I climb on top of him, kissing him without caution, not giving a damn about something swirling in my chest.

I slowly guide him inside of me, sucking in a sharp breath at the feel of him in this position. My hands press against his chest to stabilize me. Anything to keep me from drifting away, the feel of him overriding every nerve inside of me.

We both sit in silence, our breathing growing heavy as we stare into each other’s eyes, officially breaking the last seal of our friendship. There’s no going back as his cock fills me, an unforgettable sensation I feel all the way to my toes.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” He readjusts himself and presses his back up higher against the pillows. His eyes bore into mine, churning with unreadable emotions.

I banish any thought of wanting to know how he feels. Instead, I decide to live in the moment, done with excuses.

I sluggishly rise before pushing down again. “Oh my God.”

“Sophie. Shit.” His voice strains as his fingers dig into my hips.

His words from earlier about showing him how much I want him run through my mind. I want him so fucking badly. For months I’ve craved him, despite hiding behind friendship and fears. Stupid to think I could avoid our connection.

He guides me up and down, showing me a tempo that makes my head drop back. “You’re so hot. Riding me like you’re desperate for my cock. Show me how much you need me.”

A tingling sensation runs up my spine as I continue to ride him, instinct taking over. Liam’s fingers find my clit, pressing against the sensitive area, helping my orgasm build. I find an amazing rhythm, unable to keep my eyes away from his as I move.

Screw time standing still. It feels like everything rushes by me, with emotions making my chest pinch as I continue to ride Liam’s cock. Liam’s eyes remain half open, his lids heavy from lust. I love the sight of him at my mercy.

“Let go.” His fingers sink into my hipbones, taking control, letting me find my release as he changes the pace.

Everything fades as the pleasure builds inside of me. I moan as I fall apart, giving into temptation and the way he makes me feel: strong, sexy, and so fucking scared.

Liam flips us over, my back sinking into the fluffy comforter as he rams into me. A relentless surge of pleasure takes over my body as he rides through my orgasm.

“You’ve got one more in you. I’ve got enough stamina to fuck you until you give me what I want.” He brands me with a possessive kiss before moving onto my neck, sucking and nibbling the delicate flesh.

“Yes.” I groan and push into his body.

He continues his pace, grabbing a nearby pillow and shoving it under my ass, changing his angle. His dick brushes against my most sensitive place as the pad of his thumb pushes against my clit. The sensation sends heat through my veins as my body pulses with need, the blood rushing through my ears matching my heavy breathing.

“That’s it. Give me everything you have. I want it all. Fuck, I want to steal every last thing from you.” His words and touch push me over, my eyes closing before he tugs on my hair. My eyes snap back open, catching his soft blue irises and prideful smirk as he watches me detonate.

His pumps become erratic as he drops his head to the side, hitting me with an image of him coming undone. “My beautiful angel. Too wicked for heaven, too good for hell.”

I may be his beautiful angel, but he’s my masked devil—too naughty for my heart, too irresistible for my body.