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Liam

A lana had whipped cream on the corner of her mouth, which would have been fine except for the fact that she kept sticking her tongue out to try and lick it away. Every flick of her tongue made her lips look a little bit slicker and highlighted that they were still kiss-bitten. It felt like one big tease, which only got worse when she accepted defeat and swiped the cream away with the tip of her finger before slowly sliding it into her mouth and licking it clean.

I knew she was actively fucking with me when she hollowed her cheeks out before releasing her finger with a pop. I groaned, my hands clenching around the steering wheel.

“You alright there, Muller?” she teased as she took another sip from her hot chocolate, this time avoiding getting cream anywhere.

“In a general sense, yes, I am fine. At this moment, no I’m not. You keep licking your mouth and teasing me with your tongue and I am driving .”

“Are you usually this easily distracted?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled by the lip of her cup .

“Babe, you know how you said you’ve been wet all day, which is something that has also been playing on my mind since you said it?” I saw her nod in my peripheral vision. “Well, I’ve been some kind of hard since I got my first taste of you and unlike you, I haven’t even come once today. Add to that you sitting there, intentionally teasing me, and I’m a bit on edge.”

I was usually quite good at being on edge, but this was sending me into overdrive.

“In my defence, you said you were fine this morning, and you left the dressing room so quickly there was no chance for me to reciprocate.”

“There wasn’t time. We had already been in there a suspicious amount of time considering you only took in one item.”

“There didn’t need to be a dressing room situation at all. You are the master of your own torture.”

“Sorry for being unsatisfied with a kiss on the cheek and not wanting to wait until we got home to rectify the situation.”

“I wasn’t complaining about it. I personally am very satisfied right now.” She licked the corner of her mouth once more just to ramp up the torture.

“We’ll be home in like twenty minutes. Could you try to be unappealing and unsexy for that long?”

“Not possible, but I will stop messing with you,” she said, taking another sip of her hot chocolate. I groaned because apparently, even that was sexy to me now. Lenny laughed.

“How was the city?” Mom asked before we had even taken off our coats. I almost thought we had walked into the wrong house before I remembered the Fitzpatricks were hosting dinner again. They were always the ones to host.

“It was busy. You know how it is, Mel,” Lenny answered, hanging her coat up and picking up both our bags.

“Did you get what you needed?” Mom asked. A sheepish look fell over Lenny’s face. I pressed my lips together to stop the smile from breaking out on my face.

“Yeah, I did. Just going to drop my bags off upstairs then I’ll come down and help with dinner,” Lenny answered.

I watched her walk up the stairs, not taking my eyes off her until she disappeared at the top. I was only half checking her out.

“You were always gone over that girl,” Mom said quietly, drawing my attention back to her.

“She was always the best part of my day,” I replied.

“Well, don’t stand here talking to me,” she said as she nudged my shoulder, and with that, I followed Lenny upstairs.

As I closed the bedroom door, something hit me in the face. I managed to catch whatever it was in the crook of my elbow and realised that it was a condom.

“I thought you had to help with dinner?”

“I do but…” she trailed off and I walked closer to her. She took a step back and ended up flush against her bookshelf.

“But you just couldn’t wait to feel me inside you?” I growled into her ear and felt her shudder against me.

“No, I can wait. As I said in the car, I am perfectly satisfied.” She tried to slip away, but I bracketed her against the shelves and her arms automatically draped over my shoulders. I looked down the long line of her body and realised that she had changed out of her leggings into a pair of shorts. I moved one of my hands and ran it up her thigh, raising goose bumps as my fingers trailed along before I reached the apex of her thighs and slid my fingers under the fabric of her shorts and underwear.

“Always so wet,” I whispered against her neck, my teeth teasing the sensitive skin in a way that made her clutch harder at my shoulders.

“Only for you,” her words caught on a gasp as I slipped a finger into her.

“You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

I felt her hands undo the button of my jeans and pull the zip down before she pressed her palm against the hard line of my cock over my boxers. My hips stuttered against her, and I grunted into her skin.

“Of course this is what you’re packing. You know, I used to get asked a lot if you had a monster penis because everyone just assumed I must be an oracle on your junk. I never said anything because obviously, I didn’t know. All the girls assumed you must be skating with a ten incher because, well, you’re a big guy and I just tried not to think about it too much. I’ll be honest, I couldn’t say that I thought they would be wrong. But it’s so much worse than that. Not only does Liam Mulligan get to be an NHL superstar, 6’4”, with muscles carved by the gods themselves—by way of a personal trainer and the best nutritionist going—and a face that is aggressively attractive. But he just has to have the Goldilocks of penises.”

“You sound angry about it,” I said, pulling back a little to look at her face. Her dark brown eyes were clouded with lust, but the line between her eyebrows suggested annoyance.

“You have no idea.” She squeezed my cock once before she pulled it out and tucked the waistband under my balls, taking the condom and rolling it slowly down my length.

“If you don’t hurry up and secure that thing, I am gonna blow before I even get the chance to put it to use.” I gritted out. Her deft fingers moved faster to secure it, then she let me go.

“I don’t remember you ever being this good for my ego,” she quipped.

I ran my hands up her legs again and then cupped them under her ass. “Jump,” I said as I palmed the flesh underneath my palms.

I could see the hesitation on her face. “Babe, can you just trust that I know what my shoulder is and isn’t capable of? I promise you, it can handle this.”

“If I even get a hint that you’re in pain,” she warned, pointing her finger in my face before jumping up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I adjusted my grip on her so I could hold her comfortably in my arms. Without a word, she reached down and pushed her shorts and underwear to the side before reaching for my cock and slowly sliding it inside her.

“Fuck,” I sighed when she bottomed out.

“By all means, go ahead,” she said as she settled her back against the shelves, one of her hands moving to grip a shelf. I looked down at where our bodies joined and groaned.

“I’m not gonna last long,” I admitted.

“You don’t need to. I’m not gonna come again, it will take too long, and I do need to go make dinner. I am loathe to admit that you were right, but I really wanna know what you feel like so I can think about something else while I cook. So, Muller, go ahead and fuck me.” She clenched around me as she finished speaking and I moved my right hand to brace on the bookshelf and started moving my hips.

“Shit,” I muttered into the damp skin of her neck as I rocked back in. Her fingers curled in the hair at the nape of my neck and pulled. My hips stuttered at the stab of pain before I found a rhythm inside her.

Lenny had her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth but I could still hear the little moans of pleasure she made as I thrust up into her.

“You feel so good,” I panted. She released her lip and smiled at me in a way that signalled trouble.

“Oh yeah? How about now?” Her lips brushed against mine as she spoke. I thought she was going to kiss me. I wanted her to kiss me while I drowned in the pleasure that was being inside her.

What she did was both better and worse.

She caught my lip in between her teeth and pulled at the same time she squeezed around my cock. My hips stuttered again, and I came. She sealed her mouth over mine and caught any noises as my whole body gave itself over to my orgasm.

When I felt like every atom of my body was spent, she leant back and both of us tried to catch our breath.

“You don’t play fair,” I said. Barely.

“Maybe not, but are you not satisfied?”

“For now, yes.” I pulled out carefully and set her back on the floor .

“Then I played fair enough, baby.” She pressed a kiss on my cheek before she readjusted her shorts. “Your shoulder okay?”

“It’s fine. I told you it could take it.” Although I liked that she still asked.

“I know, but it’s still good to check these things. I’m gonna head downstairs and start dinner. Take your time, maybe splash some water on your face, you look so flushed. And remember to take that fucking hat off unless you want me to jump you at the dinner table.”

“You’re really proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

“I got you so turned on you lasted less than two minutes once you got inside me. Of course I’m proud of myself. Truly a wonder for my ego.”

“I’m going to ruin you next time,” I warned. Although I wasn’t sure I could. Not more than she ruined me.

She smiled. “I don’t doubt you’ll try, Muller.”