Liam plunges two thick fingers inside of me, and I moan in response, answering his statement without words. My hand reaches up and wraps behind his neck while he rests my head against his shoulder.
“Tell me, Mila, what do you want?”
He pumps his fingers inside of me with precision. The building pleasure in my center brings me closer to bliss with every touch of his lips on my neck and plunge of his deft fingers into my hole. His pace slows, backing me away from the precipice to force a response from me.
“F-fuck me,” I stutter out.
Liam releases my hair and softly strokes my arm draped behind his neck. The slow drag of his fingers is agonizing to my needy cunt. My orgasm has gone like dust in the wind as he stands behind me and toys with me.
“Are you mine?” Liam says before biting at my shoulder.
He doesn’t pierce the skin, but it’s enough pain to pull another groan from my throat.
“Please, Liam.”
The plea leaves an acrid taste in my mouth, and it isn’t the words he wanted, but it awakens something in him.
His thumb meets my needy clit, circling as he sings praises in my ear. Everything becomes headier from the feel of Liam’s fingers pumping into me combined with the alcohol-induced buzz. Once again, my orgasm comes to a crescendo, my greedy pussy gripping onto his fingers, begging him to keep going.
“Look in the mirror,” Liam coos into my ear.
His free hand gently directs my chin so I’m facing the mirror.
“Do you want to see what I see when you come undone for me?”
His voice is soft, but the underlying threat is clear in how his motions start to slow again.
“Y-yes,” I pant. “Please, Liam, let me come.”
The rebuild is almost instant. Liam hadn’t let me fall as far this time. He sets his pace back to the one that has me writhing against him.
“Look at the need in your eyes. Feel how fucking wet you are. Listen to those sounds you make and how you yell my name.”
He traces his tongue along the shell of my ear, holding my face exactly where he wants it. I scream out, the orgasm erupting through my body. Liam’s fingers ride me through the pleasure as I whimper.
“Your body gives you away, even as your mouth continues to speak lies.”
My body feels empty when he removes his hands from inside me. Between the alcohol, the dancing, and the extreme orgasm I had from a simple fingerbang in the bathroom, I’m spent. I watch as Liam thoroughly licks my cum from his fingers through heavy eyes.
When he’s satisfied he’s gotten it all, he buttons my pants and spins me to face him.
“Who are you here with?” He asks, brushing my hair away from my sweaty face.
“I came alone,” I lie, noticing the blue of Liam’s eyes has returned.
“You’re coming home with me. I’m not leaving you here, and you shouldn’t be alone at home. You’re fucking hammered.”
That’s fair, but I think my orgasm blew my drunken state into oblivion, and I’m swaying here for a completely different reason. If this man could make me come like that again, I think I might just follow him anywhere. As if reading my thoughts, a huge grin stretches across his face.
“Don’t worry. I won’t fuck you.”
I snort, knowing how sadly true that is.