“Ana, no.”
“It’s nothing we haven’t done before. Liam, please—”
“It’s too complicated.” I grab her wrist with all the control I have left, pushing her hand away from my cock when all I want to do is pull it against me, thrust my aching length against her palm, and feel the rush of pleasure that would follow. “This has gone too far. Maybe it was a mistake to bring you here—to try to do more than just get you away from him and take you home. I don’t want to hurt you anymore, and I don’t want to hurt, either. I—” I shake my head, swallowing hard.
Ana blinks at me, and I can see the tears glistening on her lashes. “What do you want, Liam?”
“I want you!” The words tear out of me all over again, and I grit my teeth against the onslaught of everything I want to say. “I want all of you, Ana, always. There’s a hundred fucking things I want to do to you right now, and I shouldn’t do a single one. Because no matter what, we can’t change the past. We can’t change that evening in Alexandre’s apartment when I came to save you and wound up fucking you on his dining room table instead. We can’t change that he made me do that to you. That will always, always be how we started, and I—”
“I want you too!” The words are almost a cry, Ana’s voice trembling. “Please, Liam, let’stryto put it behind us. I’m trying, I’m trying to forget him, trying to start over, and I talked to Max—” She sucks in a breath, biting her lower lip. “Please, Liam, let me touch you. Let me—I want you.”
“Please just go.” I turn away, clinging to what little shreds of control I have left. “I can’t—Ana, if you stay, I can’t keep telling you no. I’m going to give in, and then—just go, so I can take care of it myself. Just leave me be.”
Her eyes flick down to my straining cock, and I can see the need plain on her face, reflecting everything that I’m feeling too. I can feel the tension between us, thick and hot, and her voice is almost plaintive when she speaks again.
“Let me watch. I want to see you—” She steps forward, her hand brushing against my side, and a shudder of desire ripples through me. “If you won’t let me touch you, then let me watch you.”
The thought of Ana watching as I stroke myself sends a bolt of white-hot lust through me, my cock lurching at the image of it in my head. “Fuck,” I whisper, and she looks up at me wide-eyed, backing up towards the bed until she’s leaning against the edge of it.
“I want to see,” she murmurs, and I swallow hard, closing my eyes briefly.
“Fuck, Ana—”
“Please. I want to see you—”
“God, I can’t keep telling you no.” I groan the words aloud, my eyes raking over her, wanting to strip her clothes away and see every inch of her. I still haven’t seen her completely naked, every time we’ve been together, every time we’ve touched, she’s been at least partially dressed. Unbidden, my hand goes to my cock, pressing against the ridge of it through the fabric of my sweatpants. “Fine,” I grind out, unable to wait for a second longer. I need to fucking come, and the next words come out of my mouth without my being able to stop them, my lust-addled brain taking over even though I know we’re going in the opposite direction of what I’d tried to do.
But I can’t stop it.
“You have to do it too.” My fingers wrap around my cock, squeezing, and I let out a stifled groan.
“What?” She blinks at me, startled, and I narrow my eyes at her.
“Strip down, Ana, and spread your thighs for me. If you want to watch me, then I get to see you, too.”
“You first.” She whispers it, but I can hear the thread of arousal in her voice, and I realize more clearly than ever, maybe even more than she does herself, what she wants. What sheneeds.
She wants to be told what to do, to be instructed, commanded,dominated,and Alexandre had discovered that in her and exploited it.What would it be like, I wonder, to have her give herself over to me of her own free will like that, to have her kneel for me, beg for me, let me dominate her because she wants it, even though she’s free to go?I’ve never been in a relationship like that with a woman, never gotten much kinkier than a few well-placed spanks during doggy, and a girl who asked me to blindfold her with my tie once. Still, the thought suddenly has me even more painfully hard than before, drawing me like a magnet.
I reach up swiftly, stripping my t-shirt off. I can feel the muscles in my arms and abs flex as I do so, and I see Ana’s eyes sweep over me, her cheeks flushing as she looks at my naked torso.
“Now you.” I meet her gaze evenly, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats so that they push lower on my hips, the v-lines of muscle there and the sharp angles of my hipbones clearly visible, just above the patch of dark hair leading down to my rigid cock.
She swallows hard, her eyes glued to my erection as she reaches for the edge of her tank top. She pulls it up slowly, over her pale flat stomach, higher still until I see the faint swell of the lower part of her breasts and then the rosy pink of her nipples. They stiffen instantly as she pulls off the top, tossing it to the carpet. I half expect her to cover herself, but she doesn’t, bracing her hands on the edge of the bed as she looks at me defiantly, her small, perfect breasts entirely bare to my gaze.
“Pants next,” she whispers, and I hadn’t thought I could get any fucking harder, but somehow I do—and she hasn’t even taken off those tiny fucking shorts yet.
Slowly, slow enough to tease her, I push my sweatpants and boxer briefs down over my hips, letting her see just the dark reddish-brown of my pubic hair and then the base of my shaft, and I can feel the tension in the room ticking up another notch, and then another before I finally give in, pushing them off and kicking them aside.
My cock is iron-hard, springing up and nearly touching my abdomen, and I force myself not to touch it yet. I can see the pre-cum leaking from the tip already, the head glistening with it as it rolls down my shaft, and I catch Ana licking her lips, swallowing hard as her fingers go to the button of her shorts without my having to tell her.
I do anyway, because I want to—and more than that, I knowshewants me to.
“Take it all off,” I tell her hoarsely. “Your shorts and panties both, and spread your thighs for me.”
She nods, her face flushed the loveliest shade of pink I’ve ever seen, and when I hear the sound of her zipper sliding down, my cock jerks without my even touching it, the head brushing against my stomach as it throbs with need.
I can’t stop myself from reaching for it, wrapping my hand around the thick shaft and stroking slowly, from the tip all the way down to my tight, heavy balls, my fist stopping at the base and squeezing as I watch Ana push the shorts down her hips and over her slender thighs, letting them drop to the floor.