He’s almost trembling with need, his hand in my hair, his thighs tense and rigid with how close he is to the edge. I don’t think he can walk away; he needs it too badly. He’s already denied himself an orgasm for my sake once.
He lets out a breath, another shudder rippling through him, and his hand tightens in my hair as his hips arch forward towards my mouth.
“Suck my cock, Ana,” he tells me firmly, the head of it bumping up against my lips. “Take it all, like a good girl, and swallow my cum.”
The flood of arousal that sweeps through me is almost dizzying. I nod, parting my lips and taking him in my mouth all the way. I look up at him, watching his face as he starts to move, his hips pumping as he gently fucks my throat. It’s not hard or rough, he’s aware of his size, and even his grip in my hair is gentle as he thrusts his swelling cock between my lips. He’s streaming pre-cum now, coating my tongue with it, and I know it’s only going to be seconds before he loses control.
“Fuck, Ana, god,fuck, fuck,--” Liam curses aloud, his accent as thick as I’ve ever heard it, his eyes closing with mingled ecstasy and guilt as he pushes himself deeper into my throat. “Fuck, you’re such a good fucking girl, sucking my cock like this, I can’t—” He groans as I suck harder, taking each thrust into my throat, never stopping as I look up at him. “I can’t fucking stop, Ana, I’m going to fucking come,ChristI’m going to fucking come so hard—”
For all his warnings, the first spurt of it catches me off guard. I choke on his cock as he starts to come, my lips stretched around his hard, swollen shaft, and the first hot rush of his cum is so much that it’s startling. His hand tightens in my hair, his breath coming in sharp bursts as he groans, pushing himself as deeply into my throat as he can and then pulling back, thrusting over my tongue as his cock keeps throbbing, his cum spilling over my tongue as I swallow convulsively, trying to take it all.
“Fucking hell.” Liam stares down at me as the last drops coat my tongue, his cock still in my mouth as he lets go of my hair. “Ana, you didn’t have to, I—”
He can’t seem to make a full sentence. His cock is still twitching between my lips, his body still trembling with the force of his orgasm, but a moment later, he reaches down, pulling himself free of my mouth and sweeping me up into his arms.
He lays me back on the bed, crawling up to follow me, and I start to squirm away.He can’t want to—not after that—
“Liam, I don’t want—”
“Shh.” He shakes his head, his voice suddenly more commanding than before. “I’m not going to fuck you, Ana, if that’s what you’re worried about. But you deserve pleasure, too, after what you just did.”
“I—” I blink at him. “Liam, I didn’t—that was for you, you don’t have to—”
He looks at me, kneeling between my legs as he pushes them apart. “Do I have to order you to get you to listen to me?”
I stare up at him. It feels wrong to tell him, yes, to give him that kind of power, but I don’t know what else to say. I don’t know what I want, how I feel. My pussy is drenched after going down on him, aching with my own need, but I feel like I shouldn’t want him to touch me. Not after what he did, what Alexandre made him do, and not when a part of me still loves Alexandre, but at the same time—
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Liam growls. “So lay back, Ana, and spread your legs so I can eat your pussy.”
The arousal that shoots through me at that feels like a bolt of lightning. “Liam—” I whisper his name, half-protest, half-plea, but my body obeys him anyway. I spread my legs as he slides his hands up my outer thighs, pushing my dress up, and I know I’m still bare beneath it, that in a moment, he’ll see my swollen, drenched pussy.
“God, you’re fuckingsoaked,” he murmurs, and I flush all the way to my hairline with embarrassment. His hands slide over my thighs to the soft flesh of the inside of them, his fingers trailing in the stickiness on my skin where my arousal has dripped down. He looks up then, his green eyes meeting mine, and he sees how red my face is, how I can’t quite look him in the eye.
“Are you embarrassed?” he asks, his voice low and husky as his fingers trace the outer folds of my pussy, not quite delving inside yet. “Are you ashamed that you’re so wet for me, Ana?”
I bite my lower lip, shuddering as I feel his index finger run down the seam of my pussy lips. My clit throbs beneath his touch, aching for him to push his finger between them, to touch me where I so desperately need it.
“Tell me the truth, Ana,” he murmurs. “You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you? Be honest with me. Does it embarrass you that you’re so wet from sucking my cock? From swallowing my cum?”
Oh god. Oh god, oh god.I’m so turned on I can barely speak, my thighs trembling and my hands clenched into fists as a fresh wave of arousal washes over me. I’ve never heard Liam speak like this—when I’d talked to him before all of this, back in Russia, I wouldn’t have imagined it. I wouldn’t have thought that the kind, funny, handsome, jovial man who had sat and talked with me in the garden could wrap his hand in my hair and command me to swallow his cum, that he could kneel between my spread thighs and tell me to be a good girl for him, demand that I tell him how my arousal makes me feel. He’s half-hard again from it, I can see his cock starting to push against the fly of his pants again, and a shiver of pure need runs through me.
Ihadn’t known I needed this back then. I’d never encountered a man who treated me like either Alexandre or Liam have in the bedroom, who dominated me, who seemed to know how to bring out this side of me that aches to submit, to be commanded, to be praised as I obey the orders given to me. Had I even had this side before? I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t even think, I’m so aroused.
Liam slaps the outside of my pussy gently, and I hear the wet sound that it makes, my face flushing anew.
“Answer me, Ana,” he commands, but his voice isn’t rough or cruel. It’s just firm.
“Yes,” I whisper, tears springing to my eyes as I look up at him, my face burning. “I’m so embarrassed. I’m so wet, and I don’t know why. I need—”
“What do you need, Ana?” Liam gently rubs the outside of my pussy, teasing me, right above my clit. “Do you need me to lick this soft, sweet pussy? Do you need me to touch and lick your clit, and make you come?”
Oh god. Oh, fuck. I nod speechlessly, my fingers tightening in the blankets. “Liam—”
His finger dips between my folds, sliding upwards, trailing through the wetness left by my arousal. “There’s no need to be embarrassed,” he murmurs softly. “You’re a good girl, Ana, getting so wet for me. So wet, so aroused, so that it’s easy for me to make you come. And if I wanted to slide my cock into you, fuck you good and hard, you’d be able to take all of me. That’s a good pussy, gettingsofucking wet.”
His voice rasps over my skin, making me shudder until I’m on the brink of coming just from what he’s saying. My hips arch upwards, needing more, my lips parting as his fingers trail higher. When they brush over my clit, pressing downwards onto the hard, swollen, aching nub of flesh, I nearly scream with pleasure.
“That’s right,” Liam murmurs. “That feels good, doesn’t it? That’s all I want, Ana, to make you feel good.” His fingers circle my clit, pressing, rubbing, and I’m going to come. I can’t stop it, and I don’t want to. I need the release, I’m aching for it, and I close my eyes, my back arching and head pressing back into the pillows as my hips push upwards into his hand.