The Ending I Want
Page 29
His eyes are dark on mine.
He shoves a hand between us and starts rubbing his fingers over my clit. “Always so wet for me.” He gives my pussy a teasing slap, making me gasp. Leaving me, his hand goes to my ass along with his other one, too. “Gonna fuck this ass soon,” he says roughly, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks.
Then, he spreads me open for him and slams his cock up deep inside me.
My head falls back against the wall with a thud, my eyes closing at the feel of him filling me so fully. “Liam,” I moan.
He hasn’t moved, so I open my eyes.
He’s staring at me. His eyes are dark and filled with a need that I don’t understand.
“I have never wanted anything as badly as I want you right now,” he says, his voice low with meaning.
I curl my fingers into his hair. Leaning in, I brush my lips over his. “You have me. So, stop wasting time, and fuck me.”
My words seem to have an effect because his mouth slams down on mine, and he starts to fuck me hard against the wall.
When the elevator door opens, he carries me out of there, his cock still inside me.
He doesn’t bother going inside. He just presses me up against his front door and continues to screw me senseless there.
“Lift your top. I want to see your tits,” he rasps out.
Freeing a hand from his hair, I do as he asked, and I lift my top, taking my bra up, too, revealing my breasts to him.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls. Then, his mouth is on one. Licking and sucking on my nipple, he continues to fuck me against his door.
I catch sight of us in the reflection of the glass on the emergency exit door. Liam has his pants hanging around his thighs, and I have my skirt around my waist, my top pulled up and my breasts hanging out, while he fucks me with a desperation I’ve never known. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and it has me coming seconds later.
I’m screaming his name—my hands pulling his hair, my thighs locked around him—while he continues to pump in and out of me with desperate movements.
He slaps my ass. “You’re so fucking hot. So fucking hot…” he grunts. Then, he buries his face in my neck. “You make me come so hard.”
He starts fucking me with short, hard thrusts, his hand squeezing my ass. Then, I feel him start coming inside me, coating my insides with his cum.
We didn’t use a condom.
I’m not worried about getting pregnant. That’s not a possibility for me. The radiation treatment from my first tumor saw to that. Though I did have my eggs frozen. For all the good it will do me.
But sexually transmitted diseases…I could catch something.
Really, what does it matter?
I’m not going to be around long enough for it to matter if I get one. And it was worth it just to feel him bare and hot inside me.
Liam lifts his head from my neck, and his mouth seeks mine out. He trails those kisses across my cheek to my neck in a gentle way, so different and in stark contrast to the way he just fucked me.
Then, he frees a hand from underneath my thigh. I tighten my grip, so as not to drop to the floor.
He keys in the number on the keypad by his door. The lock clicks open. Liam pushes the handle down, opening the door. Then, his hand goes back under my thigh, and he carries me through, kicking the door shut with his foot.
He walks us through his darkened apartment, going straight to his bedroom, his cock still inside me. He lays me down on his bed, pulling out of me. I feel his cum slip out of me and onto my thighs.
I watch as he pulls his shirt off, kicks his shoes off, and removes his jeans.
Then, he reaches for my skirt. I lift my hips, letting him pull it down my legs. Then, he removes my top and bra.
He walks from the bedroom into his bathroom. I hear running water. He comes back with a cloth and cleans between my legs.
His tenderness makes my heart clutch.
“I didn’t use a condom,” he says softly as he cleans my thighs. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I touch a hand to his face. “I can’t get pregnant.”
“I’m clean,” he tells me. “My last checkup was four weeks ago. And you’re the only person I’ve slept with since then.”
“I’m clean, too,” I feel the need to tell him.
He finishes cleaning me up and then takes the cloth back to the bathroom. He comes back, and he just stands at the end of the bed, staring down at me.
“Do you want to talk about what just happened at the bar with Jeremy?”
I see his eyes close off to me. “No.”
“Are you sure? Because you were really upset, and—”
“Do you want to talk about your family?” he cuts me off. His voice is like a blade.
Tears instantly sting the backs of my eyes.
“No,” I say in a small voice, shaking my head.
His hands curl around my ankles, and he yanks me down the bed. “Neither of us wants to talk, and I know I sure as hell want to forget. Do you want to forget, Taylor?”
“Yes,” my voice whispers into the darkness.
“Then, let’s forget together.” He climbs up onto the bed over me, kneeing my legs apart. He grabs my hands and pins them to the bed above my head.
Without another word, he thrusts his cock deep inside me, and then he starts fucking me like it’s all he knows…like I’m all he needs.
And he spends the rest of the night buried deep inside me, making sure the only thing I remember…the only thing I know…is him.
I blink my heavy eyes open to the bright sunshine and the sound of Liam banging around in the kitchen.
He shoves a hand between us and starts rubbing his fingers over my clit. “Always so wet for me.” He gives my pussy a teasing slap, making me gasp. Leaving me, his hand goes to my ass along with his other one, too. “Gonna fuck this ass soon,” he says roughly, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks.
Then, he spreads me open for him and slams his cock up deep inside me.
My head falls back against the wall with a thud, my eyes closing at the feel of him filling me so fully. “Liam,” I moan.
He hasn’t moved, so I open my eyes.
He’s staring at me. His eyes are dark and filled with a need that I don’t understand.
“I have never wanted anything as badly as I want you right now,” he says, his voice low with meaning.
I curl my fingers into his hair. Leaning in, I brush my lips over his. “You have me. So, stop wasting time, and fuck me.”
My words seem to have an effect because his mouth slams down on mine, and he starts to fuck me hard against the wall.
When the elevator door opens, he carries me out of there, his cock still inside me.
He doesn’t bother going inside. He just presses me up against his front door and continues to screw me senseless there.
“Lift your top. I want to see your tits,” he rasps out.
Freeing a hand from his hair, I do as he asked, and I lift my top, taking my bra up, too, revealing my breasts to him.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls. Then, his mouth is on one. Licking and sucking on my nipple, he continues to fuck me against his door.
I catch sight of us in the reflection of the glass on the emergency exit door. Liam has his pants hanging around his thighs, and I have my skirt around my waist, my top pulled up and my breasts hanging out, while he fucks me with a desperation I’ve never known. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and it has me coming seconds later.
I’m screaming his name—my hands pulling his hair, my thighs locked around him—while he continues to pump in and out of me with desperate movements.
He slaps my ass. “You’re so fucking hot. So fucking hot…” he grunts. Then, he buries his face in my neck. “You make me come so hard.”
He starts fucking me with short, hard thrusts, his hand squeezing my ass. Then, I feel him start coming inside me, coating my insides with his cum.
We didn’t use a condom.
I’m not worried about getting pregnant. That’s not a possibility for me. The radiation treatment from my first tumor saw to that. Though I did have my eggs frozen. For all the good it will do me.
But sexually transmitted diseases…I could catch something.
Really, what does it matter?
I’m not going to be around long enough for it to matter if I get one. And it was worth it just to feel him bare and hot inside me.
Liam lifts his head from my neck, and his mouth seeks mine out. He trails those kisses across my cheek to my neck in a gentle way, so different and in stark contrast to the way he just fucked me.
Then, he frees a hand from underneath my thigh. I tighten my grip, so as not to drop to the floor.
He keys in the number on the keypad by his door. The lock clicks open. Liam pushes the handle down, opening the door. Then, his hand goes back under my thigh, and he carries me through, kicking the door shut with his foot.
He walks us through his darkened apartment, going straight to his bedroom, his cock still inside me. He lays me down on his bed, pulling out of me. I feel his cum slip out of me and onto my thighs.
I watch as he pulls his shirt off, kicks his shoes off, and removes his jeans.
Then, he reaches for my skirt. I lift my hips, letting him pull it down my legs. Then, he removes my top and bra.
He walks from the bedroom into his bathroom. I hear running water. He comes back with a cloth and cleans between my legs.
His tenderness makes my heart clutch.
“I didn’t use a condom,” he says softly as he cleans my thighs. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I touch a hand to his face. “I can’t get pregnant.”
“I’m clean,” he tells me. “My last checkup was four weeks ago. And you’re the only person I’ve slept with since then.”
“I’m clean, too,” I feel the need to tell him.
He finishes cleaning me up and then takes the cloth back to the bathroom. He comes back, and he just stands at the end of the bed, staring down at me.
“Do you want to talk about what just happened at the bar with Jeremy?”
I see his eyes close off to me. “No.”
“Are you sure? Because you were really upset, and—”
“Do you want to talk about your family?” he cuts me off. His voice is like a blade.
Tears instantly sting the backs of my eyes.
“No,” I say in a small voice, shaking my head.
His hands curl around my ankles, and he yanks me down the bed. “Neither of us wants to talk, and I know I sure as hell want to forget. Do you want to forget, Taylor?”
“Yes,” my voice whispers into the darkness.
“Then, let’s forget together.” He climbs up onto the bed over me, kneeing my legs apart. He grabs my hands and pins them to the bed above my head.
Without another word, he thrusts his cock deep inside me, and then he starts fucking me like it’s all he knows…like I’m all he needs.
And he spends the rest of the night buried deep inside me, making sure the only thing I remember…the only thing I know…is him.
I blink my heavy eyes open to the bright sunshine and the sound of Liam banging around in the kitchen.
