And I keep coming. I’m still coming when he pulls his thumb out of my ass and his finger off my clit.
His chest presses to my back, and his hands go around my wrists. His mouth pressed to my shoulder, he starts pumping his cock in and out of me.
“God, you’re so fucking hot, Boston. I could fuck you for days.”
“So, do it,” I whisper. “Fuck me for days.”
He growls and starts pumping in and out of me even harder.
Skin slapping skin, his hips pound against my ass.
“I’m…fucking…coming,” he growls. Then, he sinks his teeth into my shoulder in the most delicious way as he rides his orgasm out in me.
When he’s done, I collapse down onto the bed. Liam comes down with me.
“God, you weigh a ton.” I chuckle.
“All muscle, babe.” He nips my shoulder with his teeth, and then he gets up off me, pulling out of me.
I decide that’s my least favorite part of having sex with Liam—him pulling out of me. I don’t like the feeling of losing him from my body.
He unties me from the bed and unwraps the bind around my wrists. I turn over to face him. He takes ahold of my wrists and rubs his thumbs over them, massaging.
It’s the sweetest thing.
Then, he leans down and kisses my lips, humming a sound of pleasure over them.
And I change my mind. That’s the sweetest thing.
“I’ll just get rid of this.” He nods down at the condom on his still semi-hard dick.
How is he still hard?
I watch his naked ass leave the room and go into the bathroom.
“You should have a better room than this,” he tells me as he comes back out from the bathroom.
“What’s wrong with this room? Are you saying your hotel rooms are shitty?”
“No.” He climbs onto the bed.
Taking me in his arms, he shimmies us down the bed until we’re facing each other, legs tangled, arms holding.
I’m getting the impression that Liam is a cuddler.
“I’m saying that you should be staying in a better room. You should be in a suite.”
“I don’t need a suite. I’m one person. This is all I need.”
“I like suites, and if I’m going to be spending time here, in bed with you, then I want to be doing it in the best of my hotel rooms.”
“You’ll fly coach, but you won’t stay in a simple hotel room.”
“What can I say? I’m a complicated guy.” He grins. “I’ll have you moved to a suite later.”
“You will, or your assistant will?”
Another grin. “My assistant will. I’ll be busy doing other things.”
“Such as?”
“You.”
Oh. Well, I can’t argue with that. But still…
“I don’t want a suite.”
“I know. But you’re getting one.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips.
And, in this moment, I realize that arguing with Liam Hunter is fruitless. He’s used to getting what he wants.
“Anyway, you’re going to be spending time here?” I question, going back to what he said before.
“We can fuck at my place, too. Either works for me, so long as we’re fucking.”
I’m still stuck on the spending-more-time-together bit.
“And we have your list to work on,” he adds.
“My list?”
“Yeah, I’m going to help you complete it.”
“You are?”
“I am.” He smiles.
“And what if I don’t want you to help me?” Shit, that came out sounding a little sharper than I intended. “I don’t mean, I don’t like fucking you because I do. I like it a lot…but beyond that, I can’t do any more.”
He stares at me for a long moment, his eyes darkening. “I don’t do more than fucking. But you’re alone in this country, and you seem like you could use a friend while you’re here. How long are you here for?”
“Two weeks.” Then, I go home to die.
He runs his fingertip over my lips. “So, we’ll keep fucking for the two weeks you’re here because, for some unknown reason, my cock likes you a lot. And when we’re not fucking, I’ll help you complete your list.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I’m a charitable kind of guy.” He lifts a shoulder, a teasing smile on his lips.
“Don’t you have work to do?”
“My PA is always telling me I need a holiday. This can be my holiday.”
“Helping me complete my list is a holiday to you?”
“We’ll be fucking in that time, too.”
“Of course, because the fucking is very important.”
“It is very important.” He slides a hand down my side, grabbing my thigh. Then, he hitches my leg over his hip and presses himself against me.
He’s hard.
“Again?” I question.
A smile lifts his lips. “I’ve only got two weeks’ worth of fucking you. So, yes, again.”
He’s right about that. We don’t have longer than two weeks.
Maybe I don’t even have that left.
We’re lying side by side after a very active second round of sex with me riding Liam, which contributed to us both coming hard and fast.
“Tell me about the list.”
I turn my head on the pillow to look at him. He turns his face toward me, meeting my eyes.
“Tell you what? You’ve already seen it.”
“But why the list? What’s the reason for writing it?”
He wants a reason. It’s not like I can go with the whole truth, so I go with a half-truth.