His Girlfriend Doesn't Now

I was pacing. Literally just walking back and forth in my room like I hadn't just lived through the horniest, most deranged two hours of my entire life. My stomach was flipping like crazy. My skin felt electric. I couldn't sit still.

Every time I heard the pipes groan or the bathroom door creak, I jumped like a goddamn cartoon character. The text was still open on my screen:

After that... I'm coming to your room. Be ready.

Be ready? Be ready for what? For him to chicken out? For him to lose his mind and go back to Paige like nothing happened? Or for him to walk in here, drop that towel, and finally fuck me like we both knew he wanted to?

I sat down on my bed, then stood right back up. I couldn't even decide if I should be wearing clothes. Like, what's the move here? Boxers and nothing else? Naked and spread-eagle? T-shirt and shorts like this is still some kind of casual, bro-y misunderstanding?

He was taking forever.

I kept checking my phone. No new texts.

He said he was coming.

God, my dick was already hard. Just from thinking about it. From remembering the way his hands felt on me, how he spat on my hole like it was nothing, how his tongue went so deep it made my knees shake. No guy had ever done that to me before. Not like him. Not like Liam.

A few minutes later, I heard the shower cut off.

And then?

Silence.

I froze.

The hallway creaked.

My door opened.

And there he was. Liam. Hair damp. Shirtless. Just a towel slung low on his hips. His chest was rising and falling like he'd run a fucking marathon. His eyes found mine instantly, like he was afraid if he looked away he'd lose the nerve.

I couldn't even move. I just stared.

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

Click.

Then silence again.

I tried to say something cool. Something chill. Something that didn't sound like I was losing my fucking mind.

"You good?" I asked, voice hoarse.

Liam nodded slowly. His eyes dragged down my body and back up again.

"You said be ready," I added, standing up now, heart in my throat.

"I didn't think you'd actually wait," he muttered.

"I did."

He didn't say anything else. He just dropped the towel.

And yeah, okay, maybe I gasped. Maybe I stared too long. But holy fuck, Liam was big. Thick and already half-hard, his cock heavy against his thigh like it knew it was about to ruin me.

He stepped forward. Real slow. I backed up instinctively until the backs of my knees hit the bed.

Then he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me.

And holy fuck, this wasn't some soft, experimental thing. He kissed me like he meant it. Like he needed it. Tongue in my mouth, hands grabbing my ass again like he was claiming it.

He pulled back a second later, forehead resting against mine. His voice was all messed up.

"I can't stop thinking about it," he whispered. "Your ass. Your moans. The way you looked back at me when I was eating you out... fuck, bro. I'm so screwed."

"Then screw me," I whispered.

Liam looked at me like he was breaking.

Then his mouth twisted into this smug, cocky smirk.

"Let's see what your mouth's all about first."

He turned, walked over to my bed like it was his, and laid down flat--legs spread wide, towel long gone, his cock now fully hard and resting against his abs. He looked so relaxed. So in control. One hand behind his head like this was some kind of photo shoot, the other lazily gripping the base of his dick.

Then he said it.

"Come here."

And I fucking did. My knees hit the mattress first, and I crawled up between his thighs like I'd been waiting for this moment all my life. My eyes were locked on his cock the whole way--thick, flushed, leaking just a little. It twitched when I licked my lips.

"You gonna make me regret this?" he muttered, voice low, eyes heavy.

"Only if you hate blowjobs."

That got a crooked grin out of him.

I leaned in slow, just to tease him a little, let my breath hit the tip. His thighs tensed instantly. And then I finally wrapped my lips around him--soft at first, slow. I wanted to savor this. I wanted him to savor it.

He exhaled hard. "Fuck."

I sank lower, taking more of him into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around the head while my hand worked the rest. His cock was heavy and hot and pulsing against my tongue. I could feel how badly he wanted this. How badly he'd needed this.

"God, your mouth feels insane," he groaned, hips shifting like he couldn't stop himself. His hand found the back of my head, not pushing, just holding, fingers curling in my hair. "You ever done this before?"

I pulled off with a grin, spit trailing from my lip. "Couple times."

"Fuck, bro," he whispered, biting his bottom lip. "Keep going."

I did. I bobbed my head slow at first, then faster, tasting every inch, letting him hear how wet and filthy I was making it. His abs clenched. His breathing got ragged.

And then, he growled it. Voice low. Rough. Possessive.

"I wanna fuck you," he said.

"I've been horny looking at that ass since this evening."