His Assignment: Chapter 39

Liam sets me on his bed, and I don’t hesitate to grab his shoulders and pull him on top of me. He happily complies, his lips never leaving mine as he crawls over me, caging me in.

“Spread your legs,” he orders.

I let my thighs fall open, making room for Liam to slide in between. His movements are smooth as he does so, and I tighten my grip on his shoulders as his kissing grows softer. The rough movements slow, and his hands slide up my waist.

He drags my shirt alongside them, pulling it up and exposing my bare skin to the room.

I arch my back and press myself against him, enjoying the warmth he emits. It feels dangerously good, and I fight every instinct I have to try and undress Liam as his fingers graze over my ribcage.

“Your mom…” I gasp, struggling for words.

Liam slides a hand around my torso and unclasps my bra.

“She’s at work,” he says. “And she won’t be home for hours.”

I shut my eyes, needing a moment to think. Liam, the greedy bastard he is, doesn’t give me that time. He continues feeling under my shirt, his touch causing goosebumps to pebble across my skin. It’s been so long since he last touched me, and I can’t lie and say I haven’t been craving it.

“You’re so fucking soft,” Liam moans. Good.

He reaches under my bra and cups my breasts, his calloused thumbs sliding over my nipples. I jolt, squeezing my eyes shut even harder, which Liam doesn’t seem to appreciate if his quiet grunt of annoyance is anything to go by.

“Look at me, princess,” he teases.

He rolls his hips against me as if to prove his point, and I can’t help but groan as the action rubs the seam of my pants against my clit. Liam’s breath hits my face as he chuckles, probably finding great pleasure in watching my body’s reactions to him.

“Liam,” I say.

He begins to remove my shirt, and my need to watch his face as he exposes my body has me opening my eyes.

I’m glad I do. He takes his sweet time admiring every inch of my exposed skin, his gaze heavy.

Liam’s staring at my chest, and his throat bobs as I help him rid me of my shirt and bra. He then shifts his focus to my pants, and I lift my hips as he continues to strip me. I feel vulnerable being entirely naked while he’s still clothed, and I reach over and tug his shirt off to even the playing field.

Liam chuckles as he rips the material over his head and tosses it aside. The blank ink that covers him steals my attention, and I find myself excitingly tracing over every one of his tattoos. There’s something about them I find so sexy, and I slide my hand down his torso before digging my finger into the tiny, fuzzy bird right above his hip.

“This one’s my favorite,” I decide.

Liam peers down to see which one I’m talking about, and he snorts as he realizes it’s the bird.

“It looks like shit,” he says.

My smile grows. “That’s why it’s my favorite.”

All the others look high quality and expensive, but this one is faded, fuzzy, and almost unrecognizable. I’m sure he hates it, and that’s what makes it my favorite.

Liam plants his hands on the mattress on either side of my head and kisses my cheek.

He makes eye contact with me as he begins to slide down my torso, practically daring me to tell him to stop. I don’t, can’t bring myself to. He’s never put his mouth on me before, and I can’t lie and say I’m not dying to feel it.

I spread my legs as Liam grazes his lips over my hip, and when he grabs my thighs and pulls them over his shoulders, I’m beyond grateful that I shaved last night.

He kisses up my inner thigh, and I resist the urge to scream.

“Liam,” I groan. “Stop teasing.”

He only smiles, and I let out a sigh of relief when he finally brings his mouth to where I want it. I jolt as he grazes my clit, unable to stay still.

Liam laughs, the bastard, before licking up the length of my slit. It feels so fucking good, and I curl my toes as he begins to truly lick me. He runs the flat of his tongue over every inch of me, filthy moans pouring from his throat the entire time.

Not that mine are much better.

I curl my fists into the sheets and clench my jaw shut in a sad attempt to remain quiet, but Liam manages to draw desperate noise after moan from me. They’re impossible to hold back, and when he pulls away and I see myself covering his lips and jaw, I grab his shoulders and flip us around.

Liam lets me force him onto his back, the muscles in his chest and torso flexing as he scoots up the bed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.

Liam’s too good at distracting me, and I smack away his hands when he reaches for me.

He laughs, pulling his arms back to his sides. “Fiesty.”

I move my attention to pants, and Liam lifts his hips as I guide them down his legs. I take his underwear, too, not wanting to waste time. I’m yet to get a good look at his cock, and I’m not going to pass up this opportunity.

Liam’s already hard, and he groans as I toss the remainder of his clothing onto the floor and reach for him. I already knew he was big, felt the stretch firsthand the first time he fucked me, but I still feel a hint of nerves as I curl my fist around his length.

“You look terrified,” Liam teases.

I shoot him a frosty glare. “Shut up.”

Before he can get it in his dumb head to try and say something else, I bend and take him into my mouth. I can only get about halfway down his length before needing to pull back up to breathe, but I use my hands on the bit I can’t reach.

Liam moans, his hips jerking as I swirl my tongue around his tip.

It’s beyond satisfying knowing I’m making him feel good, and I bob my head until my lips are swollen. I want Liam to think about my mouth on his cock every time he sees me. I want this memory to consume him.

Wanting more, I reach down and touch myself while I suck Liam. He curses as he watches my hand disappear between my thighs. I bet he wishes he was the one touching me right now, and I don’t bother hiding what I’m doing as I arch my back, lift my ass into the air, and rub my clit.

I know Liam likes seeing me pleasure myself, he made that abundantly clear that day he watched me in the hotel room, and I moan around his cock as I continually work my mouth up and down his shaft.

“Prin—” another moan cuts off Liam’s words as I cup his balls.

He seems to like it if the way his cock twitches against my tongue is any indicator, and I pull off him with a pop as I roll his balls in my palm. It’s my turn to tease him.

“What was that?” I ask.

Liam groans before hooking his hands under my armpits and pulling me up.

“You think you’re so fucking clever…” he says.

I straddle his hips with a shrug, knowing damn well that I am.

I open my mouth to say something snarky, but Liam’s gentle touch stops me. He cups my cheeks before tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. We’ve done some cuddling during our time together, but this small gesture is by far the most affectionate thing Liam’s ever done.

I don’t know how to respond to it.

“I was being serious earlier,” Liam eventually says. “I want you to be mine, exclusively. No seeing other men, not now and not when we return to New York.”

I gulp, my throat dry.

“And you promise to give us a real try?” I ask.

Liam nods, and I press my palms against his chest when I realize they’re shaking. I don’t want him to notice it and see just how nervous I am.

He’s truly willing to give us a shot? I was hoping he was genuine when he agreed to it earlier, but I was mentally preparing for him to take it back. What’s changed his mind?

Did the thought of me going on a date with Drew make him that angry? Or was this something he was considering before today?

Liam cups the back of my head and pulls me down for a kiss. His mouth tastes like me, and I shiver as the tongue that was just between my thighs brushes against mine.

“Lift up,” Liam mumbles against my lips.

I sit up, and I shift my hips back as Liam grabs his cock and presses against my entrance. I want him inside me so fucking badly, and I gasp as I feel him beginning to stretch me.

There’s a hint of pain as I sink down on his cock, but I quickly adjust. This isn’t the first time I’ve taken him, and I know how good it will feel in a moment.

Liam grabs my hip and helps guide me. He’s patient, and only once I’m fully seated does he disconnect his lips from mine and look down. I do the same, eager to see myself stretching around him as I rock my hips.

“Just like that,” Liam moans, taking in the sight. “Good girl.”

I plant my hands on his chest before sliding them up the bed and dropping to my elbows. My chest presses against Liam’s in this position, and I bury my face in his neck as he continues using my hips to guide me up and down.

“Tell me nice things,” I beg.

Liam’s lips curl where they press into my shoulder, and he kisses the skin before wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me tightly. It makes it hard to ride him, but he easily fixes that problem as he plants his feet into the mattress and begins to fuck up into me.

He keeps the pace slow, not ruining the gentle feeling.

“You want me to say nice things to you?” he asks. I give a jerky nod, continuing to hide my face in his neck.

He lets me.

“You want me to tell you how good you feel? How much I love feeling you on top of me, your tight cunt squeezing my cock?” Liam slides his hand up my spine before grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back. I whine as I’m forced to look him in the eye. “Why should I?”

I gasp, and my jaw drops open as he gives the hair at the base of my neck a gentle tug.

“You already know you feel good, and you know how badly I want you,” he continues. “You know you’ve consumed my every damn thought.”

Liam’s eyes slide to my breasts, and he licks his lips as he watches them bounce with every thrust of his hips.

He moans. “My filthy fucking princess.”

I shiver, enjoying that annoying nickname for once.

“Tell me your cock is mine,” I order.

It’s one thing when I claim it for myself, but I want to hear him admit it. I want him to say it out loud.

Liam slips a hand between my thighs and begins to rub my clit. I jolt.

“It’s yours, baby,” he says. “I’m yours, I promise.”

My thighs begin to shake as my orgasm builds, and I clench up around Liam as I let out a particularly loud cry. Liam continues thrusting up into me, not once breaking his pace even as I begin to twitch and writhe on top of him.

It doesn’t take me long to cum, not when Liam’s rubbing my clit and fucking me at the same time, and I gasp as my body tenses and I fall apart.

Liam quickens his fucking, his hips smacking my ass as he drives up into me. I continue clenching around him, and I pepper his neck and torso with kisses as he begins to lose his rhythm.

“Cum in me,” I whisper. “Make me yours.”

Liam grabs my bicep, his fingers searching for and finding the tiny birth control implant underneath the skin. I bite back a chuckle as he feels it, finding his panicked search for confirmation he’s not about to put a baby in me quite cute.

He already knows I have the implant, but I do love a man responsible enough to practice safe sex.

“Cum inside me, Liam,” I repeat.

He grunts, and I watch the way his face screws up before he grabs my hips and drives himself deep into me one last time.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he cums. “Fucking hell, Katie.”

I laugh, beyond pleased with myself as I collapse on his chest and fall limp.

“Good work,” I eventually say, my words muffled.

Liam pats the back of my head, which I take to mean ‘ditto,’ before reaching for the shirt he tossed aside earlier and hurriedly bringing it between my thighs. He roughly cups it against my sex as he pulls out of me, and I push up off his chest before taking over.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” Liam asks.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I scoot off the bed. “Obviously.”

I’m very well not going to spend the rest of the day walking around with his spunk crusted between my thighs.