Page 60 of Witchblood
He pushed himself up to an elbow and leaned over me. His hair stuck up in a dozen directions. Lines etched across his face from the pillow. He had a dark 5 o’clock shadow that had seen enough days to almost make it a full beard, and his eyes were half-lidded. Fuck. Okay, so imperfect, sleep-tousled Liam was even hotter than put together Liam.
I couldn’t stifle the groan. He frowned and rolled me beneath him to examine me. Hands all over me, which was both bliss and torture at the same time.
“Are you hurt?”
“Not really…”
“Sebastian?”
“Are you really awake?” I demanded.
“Uh, yeah.” He glanced around the small space. “Pretty sure I’m awake now.”
“Good.” I leapt at him then, rolling him over onto his back and pressing my hips into his. He hadn’t been hard, but with my cock pressed to his, that quickly began to change.
He looked up at me, a little shocked. But so damn sexy with a tiny smile curving his lips.
“This okay?” I asked him. I did a quick glance around the room, searching for Robin, but he must have gone to wherever it was he went when he left this plane of existence. At least we were alone.
“Yeah,” Liam grinned up at me. “What do you want me to do? Can I touch you, or do you just want to be in control?” He glanced around. “Now I’m wondering if I’m really awake.”
“You can touch me,” I assured him. “Please touch me. I just need…” Him. Fuck, I needed him so bad. He was what had been missing from the dream. Him sitting beside me at the beach, willing to reach out and kiss me if I just turned my head. “Is this because we’re mated?”
“I know about as much as you do about mating,” Liam said. He reached up to cup the back of my neck and draw me down for a kiss. It started slow, just a meeting of lips, teasing of plump flesh and soft nibbles. Then the intensity grew as he licked the seam of my lips for entry. It shouldn’t have been so hot. We’d been kissing a lot. Liam really seemed to like it. I’d never been a fan before him. Now it was a battle of tongues, nips and exploring caresses.
He let go of the back of my neck and ran his hands down the length of my body until he reached my hips. He shoved aside the fabric of the hoodie and sweats until his palms slid over my skin. Then he lifted my hips, shifting them until we were more comfortably gliding against each other as we kissed. One hand slid around to my butt, easing between my cheeks. A moment later one of his fingers was tickling the rim of my asshole.
“Liam,” I sighed into his lips. The sweet sting of passion building like an inferno between us.
“We are wearing too many clothes,” Liam muttered.
I didn’t care as long as he kept touching me. He yanked the hoodie up and off, over my head. I threw it to the side and pushed his shirt up. “Don’t stop,” I grumbled into his mouth, diving in for another taste of him. It wasn’t even the flavor that mattered. The warm wetness of his kiss, and the knowledge that it was him was everything. “Touch me.”
Liam shoved the front of both of our pants down. Hot flesh met hot flesh. I hissed as our precome mingled, adding slick between us and increasing the heavenly friction. His fingers returned to my ass, massaging the entrance, teasing around the edge and down between my thighs to press on my taint. I squirmed into him seeking friction and more of his touch, but certain I’d become unglued any second.
“Holy…” I breathed, sucking in his breath as my own.
He wrapped a hand around both of us, not really moving his hand, just adding friction as we ground our hips together. I trembled with the growing burn of need. He panted and demanded more kisses.
His finger dipped inside, and I could barely breathe. It was just the tiniest of pressure, so close to exactly what I needed. Not him fucking me, but a release to the desire that made my body scream for him.
“Please,” I said into his lips. “Make me come.”
The edges of his lips turned up in a devious smile. “What if I want to tease you a little?” His hand on our cocks loosened and his fingers drifted away from my ass.
“No!” I groaned into his lips, demanding another kiss as I pressed my hips against him. “I’ll die if you tease me right now.”
“But I can tease you later?”
“Maybe?” I wasn’t sure. My head swam with lust and little of the normal survival instinct that kept me cynical.
He tightened his grip again and I sighed, nearly coming right then. And his finger probed me again, the press on my taint better than anything I could remember experiencing with a little frottage.
“Close,” I whispered to him, my hips moving against him wantonly.
“Yes,” Liam agreed.
He rolled the heads of our cocks together, mingling our precome, adding to the slickness. I bit my lip as the fire rolled through me, passion and heat pouring out in a release that covered Liam’s chest in white ribbons.