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That familiar shiver runs down my spine as he returns my notebook to the windowsill, then stands at the foot of my bed. Waiting. Slowly, I lie back, the pressure of Liam’s gaze pushing me down. With a deep inhale to steady myself, I slide my hand into my pants.

Liam tsks in a soft reprimand, and I know what he wants. Trembling, I lift my hips off the bed to slide down my pants and panties. When they’re around my ankles, he rips them off and throws them aside. He frowns as he looks at my shirt, another silent command. As he watches my every move, I take off my shirt and bra, tossing them to the floor too.

I lie back again, angling myself where I know Liam wants me. Tentatively, I spread my knees, showing him my sex, making myself fully vulnerable to him. His mouth twitches in appreciation, and it reminds me of the way he uses his mouth on me down there.

I slide my hand between my legs. Beneath Liam’s intense gaze, I’m already soaked. I dip the tip of my finger into my wetness, then drag it up to my clit. As I start to circle my swollen bud, Liam groans in appreciation. He grips the footboard of my bed with both hands, as if to stop himself from touching his hardness. From where I’m lying, I can only imagine how stiff he is, and it makes me even wetter.

“Tell me what you’d think about.” His voice is low and raspy.

“You.” I tilt my hips, my body begging for him as I rub my clit.

He growls to let me know my answer isn’t adequate.

“Inside me,” I breathe.

“Where,” he demands.

I suck in a breath, not wanting to say the dirty phrase. And yet, it’s the only sound echoing in my mind as Liam’s gaze burns.

“In my pussy,” I whisper.

“Show me.”

Fingers shaking, I glide my hand down my wet folds. The words my pussy ring in my ears, so filthy that I feel naughty, liberated, wanted as Liam admires me. With my gaze locked on him, I slide one finger inside myself, savoring his reaction.

His jaw goes slack as he watches me. I pump my finger in and out, rubbing my palm on my clit. I think about Liam, the fantasies I used to have about him: climbing in through my window, waking me up with the press of his body on mine, reaching under my nightgown to shove inside me.

My back arches off the bed.

“Liam,” I cry, begging permission. His knuckles go white as he grips my footboard.

“Come for me.”

My pleasure releases like a pent-up tide, washing through me as I shudder. I convulse as Liam watches me. His eyes light up with victory, and my warm flush of embarrassment becomes satisfaction. I collapse back on my pillow, my body limp.

At the foot of my bed, Liam peels off his shirt and pants. Through his dark green boxer briefs, the outline of his hardness makes me feel faint. I slide my finger out of myself, spasming one last time before going still.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he says.

Through my haze, I barely comprehend his words, like another set of Morse code I need to translate. Before my brain understands, my fingers drift back to my clit, and I rub my sore bud as Liam watches.

Slowly, he slides his boxer briefs down his muscular legs. The sight of him so hard for me makes my mouth water. As I lick my lips, he takes himself in his hand.

“Tell me what else you’d think about,” he orders.

I squirm with the memory as I touch myself. Liam, tearing off my nightgown, driving into me with passion, but not stopping there. He’d pull out, he’d straddle me. He’d stroke his thick length, the way he’s doing now. Then he’d crawl up my body.

“You,” I say breathlessly. “In my mouth.” I whimper before adding, “Forcefully.”

He snarls like an animal before climbing on top of me. Placing his knees on either side of my shoulders, he positions himself in my face. I open my mouth, eager for the taste of him, but instead he reaches back, behind himself. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he slaps my hand, making me press hard on my clit. I yelp at the sting, at the sensation of sudden pressure.

Then Liam leans forward again, his shaft in hand.

“You’ll come when I tell you to.”

I can’t reply, not while he’s tracing his head along my open lips. I glide my tongue to follow him, tasting the saltiness of his desire. I moan at his flavor, my eyes rolling back in my head. Then he’s shoving inside my mouth, dragging my lips to cover my teeth as I open as wide as possible for him.

“Keep touching yourself,” he orders.