With a vicious growl, I launched myself at
him. “What?” I made a fist and thumped the flat side against his
chest. “You want a shot of bourbon? Well, too bad.” A crooked smile
twisted across my face. Before he could stop me, I grabbed the
bottle off the counter and tipped it over my chest.
A swirl of amber liquid washed down my
shirt.
Liam went completely still. I watched his
gaze darken, watched as his breathing deepened.
Almost instantly, my body reacted.
My nipples grew painfully hard, gathering
into tight, prominent peaks.
His breathing grew heavier as his gaze raked
across my nipples, clearly visible as they pressed against the wet
fabric.
Feverish breaths lifted my chest as he
advanced on me. “I’ll take that.” In one swift motion, he swiped
the bottle out of my hand.
My breath caught as he tipped the bottle over
me, splashing bourbon all across the front of my shirt.
For a frozen moment, our gazes locked and
held.
Then he lowered his head and licked the
column of my neck, taking in the salt of my skin as the liquid
pooled at my chest, soaking through the entire shirt.
“
God, I want you.” His
voice turned a shade darker. “I want to taste you.”
I watched, muted and entranced, as his mouth
closed around my areola. Those strong lips formed a tight seal as
he greedily sucked the bourbon straight through the thin material
of my shirt.
The sensation of his mouth suckling on my
nipple through wet cotton, tasting me, drinking the smooth liquid
from my breast like he was starving… I had to have more.
Tunneling my fingers in his hair, I held him
to me as he pulled the peak deeper into his mouth and suckled hard.
Arching my back, I thrust the crest of my breast into his mouth so
he could take me even deeper.
His moans of appreciation vibrated around my
breast and hummed straight through my nipple.
My breath came in shallow gasps as I watched
him latch onto my other breast, his cheeks hollowing and dimpling
as he sucked the hardened nipple into his mouth, drawing the smooth
liquid out of the cotton clinging to my tits.
I watched his throat working as he swallowed.
Audibly.
Actively sucking and swallowing.
Sucking and swallowing, settling into a deep,
hypnotic rhythm.
A strong and efficient suck that used his
entire lower jaw. So strong even the muscles in his front earlobes
were twitching.
Sharp clicking sounds interrupted my soft
moans as he repeatedly broke suction before he latched onto my
breasts again, sucking me deeper and harder through the soaked
cotton as though I were somehow nourishing his raging thirst.
Oh, God
, I thought.
Liam is nursing from my
tits
.
Pleasure streaked through me and I felt a
sharp, tingling sensation in my areolas as he suckled even harder,
tugging firmly on the sensitive tip.
My neck arched and I made a whimpering noise,
somewhere between a sigh and a moan, as I felt my nipple pull,
stretch, then elongate inside his mouth.
Cradling his head in my
arms, I brought him close as he milked the liquid from my engorged
breast.
“Mmmm
,” I
moaned, savoring the sweet sensations. It was pure homecoming to
melt against his mouth. To melt
inside
his mouth.
“
More
…” I
squeezed the swells of my breasts and amber liquid seeped out of
the fabric, dripping down to my swollen nipples.
He was relentless, sucking and feeding on my
tits. Hungrily. Impatiently. Like he couldn’t get enough soon
enough.
I tried to close my eyes but couldn’t. His
mouth cinching the crest, taking it deeper, suckling, feasting,
draining every last drop of bourbon, and then hearing him swallow…
it was so intensely pleasurable, so insanely gratifying that I
didn’t want him to stop.
But stop he did.
Lifting his mouth from my
breast, he licked his lips. “
Vivian
,” he groaned. His voice was
hard and drowning with need. “I want to get drunk on your pussy. I
want a mouthful of your creamy, sweet cum.”
His voice, his words had me in a thrall.
I swallowed a gasp as he lifted me and spread
me out on the island countertop.
As I sank back against the cool granite,
levering myself up on my elbows, he reached for the bottle of
bourbon and brought it over the apex of my thighs.
Poised to pour, his voice took on a new
urgency. “I’m gonna eat you out until you scream.”
The words sent a delicious shiver through me.
I watched as he tilted the bottle, watched as the liquid swirled
out of the rim in a sensuous ribbon of amber before it splashed
onto my clit, seeping down the folds of my labia, and finally
gathering in the open slit of my vulva.
There it swirled, mixing with my own juices,
sweetening its flavor.
Another shiver ran up my spine.
“
Viv,” he rasped. “You’re
gonna be my shot of bourbon.”
I tried for a haughtily arched brow, but it
was hard to restrain the goofy grin tugging at the corners of my
mouth. “I’d rather be your shot of bourbon than everyone’s cup of
tea.”
“
Good.” His eyes caught
mine, a flash of wry humor in their dark, entrancing depths.
“Because I want to drown in your sweet juices.”
Without breaking eye contact, he brought his
mouth to my vulva and licked his tongue along the full length of
labia, slurping up the hot liquid into his mouth.
Gasping for breath, I lifted my pelvis and
arched into him, pressing my heat into his amazing mouth.
In time, my breathless gasps melted into
sultry moans as he sipped the liquid from my flesh with tender,
masterful care, moving at a leisurely pace, tormenting me with his
soft and succulent lips.
Again, he didn’t break eye contact.
He watched my reaction, making it all the
more intense.
As I began straining beneath his mouth, rough
hands slid over my hips, pinning me down as he lapped and licked,
sucked and sipped every crease, every contour, every crest with a
slow and sensuous torment until there was less and less bourbon and
more and more of my own juices swirling around my vulva.
Still, he wouldn’t stop. Hungrily, greedily,
he gulped up my release as it seeped out of my core, swallowing the
creamy liquid down the back of his throat.
Our gazes tangled, and he didn’t try to mask
the vulnerability in his eyes.
That vulnerability… it unnerved me because
I’d always expected Liam to be the strongest of us.
And when he molded his lips over my drenched
folds, his breathing slow and thick as he kissed me deeply,
thoroughly, intimately, moving his soft lips against my labia with
steady intent until I was rapidly melting, practically liquefying
between my thighs… an unbearable heavy ache settled in my
heart.
Our eyes remained connected, locked, and I
realized this kiss was a desperate plea.
A painful confession.
All his armor was gone. Every defense he’d
been holding on to fell to pieces.
Don’t leave me.
I read the desperate plea in his eyes as his
tongue cleaved into the tender folds of my sex.
I need you.
Above him, I gasped and moaned, raking my
nails over his scalp as he tongued my quivering flesh, stroking me
lovingly, languidly, sensuously, bringing me over the edge and back
again and again until I could no longer think. Only feel.
In a reflexive move, my thighs clamped around
his head as he rolled his tongue over my clit, circling it, gently
abrading it with the edge of teeth just before sucking it into his
mouth.
A low whimper eased from
my throat. I ground my clit against his mouth as he slid his tongue
from side to side…
side to
side
…
side to
side
…
side to
side
… not stopping, not relenting until I
was panting and squirming and screaming from the pleasure he was
giving me.
My hips gave a sudden jolt, and I felt myself
convulse under his tongue.
Wave after wave, my juices flowed, and he
devoured me, lapping and laving, swallowing and drinking up my
release.
The sharp cry I heard piercing the air was my
own as two fingers penetrated my quivering folds.
As he sucked my engorged clit into his mouth,
he rooted deeper, his fingers crooking, reaching high inside my
inner walls.
And when he found that spot. That sweet,
sensitive spot, he pressed against it and rubbed. Harder and
harder, he worked that needy, aching bit of flesh and sucked my
clit between his lips, doubling the sensations, doubling the
intensity of another impending climax.
Rocked by a fresh surge of pleasure, I heard
myself calling his name over and over in dazed repetition.
My inner muscles contracted around his
fingers, around his mouth, and I pushed him away right before I
shattered to pieces.
I came fast and hard, the climax breaking
through in crashing waves.
The last strand of my resistance snapped, and
the dam inside me broke.
Pleasure quaked through me, volatile and
intense, and my release kept on squirting out as the convulsions
racked my entire body.
The orgasm was almost too powerful, too
fierce, too sudden, too much.
I closed my eyes as the tremors rippled
through me until I felt heavily drugged, completely spent, and
thoroughly satiated.
When I opened my eyes, Liam was watching me.
There was a dark, searing intensity in his eyes that scorched the
blood beneath my skin.
Breathless, I sat there panting, dragging the
air into my lungs as I watched his pulse pounding in his throat,
watched him swallow hard around it.
An eternity seemed to have revolved between
us before he blinked.
Only a fleeting spark in his eyes betrayed
his surprise.
Awareness washed over me. “I—uh,” I
stammered. “I’ve never done that before.”
His lips tugged upward at
my stunned expression. “I know.” He hesitated for a brief moment,
his gaze dropping to take in the puddle of liquid on the kitchen
floor. “Well, I
did
say I wanted to drown in your juices.”
“
It’s not funny.” I felt a
blush rising to my neck and cheeks. “Stop teasing me!”
With a huff, I slid off the island counter,
padded to the sink, and busied myself with a kitchen towel.
Chapter
Eighteen
Liam
Fuck me
. I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to still the
throbbing ache in my groin. Watching her come apart like a
showerhead blasting out hot spray, it was a major turn on.
Cataclysmic. The most mind-boggling erotic display I’d ever
witnessed.
Fuck.
I’d almost lost it back there and exploded in my
jeans.
I licked my lips, still tasting her sweet
essence on my tongue.
She tasted of spiced bourbon and sex, and I
wanted more.
When I glanced at Vivian, there were bright
spots of color on her perfect cheekbones and she kept her gaze
averted as she vigorously wiped down the countertop. “Well?” she
said with attempted bravado. “Are you just gonna stand there? Or
are you gonna help me clean up this mess?”
“
I like this mess.” A
corner of my mouth lifted in amusement. “It’s a fucking amazing
mess.”
She just shook her head
slightly as if to say,
Stop being an
idiot
.
Sighing, I closed the
small gap between us. “Viv,” I said tenderly, low and close to her
ear. “Don’t ever feel embarrassed. Not with me.
Never
with me.”
She didn’t reply, but I saw her swallow hard
in an effort not to react.
I caught her wrist to stop
her almost frantic tidying. “You know, lately I’ve fucked up so
much that at least that was confirmation that I’m actually
doing
something
right.”
Still, she wouldn’t meet my eyes and her
blush refused to fade.
“
Viv
, look at me.”
In time, she turned around. I leaned forward,
resting my forehead against hers.
We stared into one
another’s eyes, both breathing hard. “I loved watching you come.
You looked
sexy as hell
.” My cock strained painfully against my zipper with the
memory of her back arched, hot liquid squirting out of her shaved
pussy. There was something so gratifying about knowing I could
bring her to a state where she could just let herself go.
“So
goddamn sexy
,” I whispered roughly.
Our moist breaths mingled in the ribbon-thin
gap between our lips. Damp hair clung to her face, and a sheen of
sweat made her skin glow.
My cock was so damn hard for her right now,
so hard it could crush stone.
I wanted to bury myself deep inside her soft
and pliant body and watch her come again.
As if by their own will, my hands slid over
her waist and down, cupping her rounded ass.
I loved her like this. Just a plain white
cotton T-shirt with nothing underneath, the wet fabric hugging her
every curve.
God help me.
I was addicted to this woman. I craved her like
nothing I’d ever known.
Beneath the translucent fabric, her nipples
puckered into tight, throbbing buds.