“Cunt?”
She giggled. “It kinda rhymes with slut.”
“I’m afraid if I use them both in a sentence, you’ll kick me out of my own home.” Slowly, he pulled out of her before helping Eden down to her feet. “I’ve reached a point in my maturity where I can use one or the other in the bedroom, but not both at once.”
“We’re not in the bedroom yet.”
They were halfway there, though. “You’re right. Slutty cunt.”
She gestured in his direction, still hanging out of his poor pants as they attempted to fall down his legs. “See? Nothing happened. It’s still there, and you’re still in your house.”
“Know where I’d rather be?” Liam asked while opening his bedroom door and ushering her inside.
“Where?”
He slammed the door behind them and quickly joined her on his king-sized bed. “In your slutty cunt.”
Eden gasped. “In yourbedroom!”
“You know what else?” Liam didn’t ask questions as she urged him onto his back and tossed her hair over her shoulders. She massaged his cock with one hand and found his with the other. “I’ve got a slutty cock.”
“You sure do,” Eden muttered as she kissed his tip and parted her lips over the head of his cock. She pulled his hand toward her thighs, insinuating he should finger her while she took him into her mouth. “I can’t keep myself off it.”
“Takes one to know one, I guess.”
Liam was soon lost for words as she diligently sucked him in the way she knew he liked best. As his fingers gingerly penetrated her, she moaned, letting the vibrations of her throat stimulate his shaft in between deep breaths that kept her going. Liam couldn’t fuck her the way she most wanted, but that was okay. Even a little bit of stimulation helped her stay focused on tasting his cock.
“You enjoying yourself there?” He was propped up against his pillows. Eden side-eyed him with one hand going up his sweater. “We always end up with it in your mouth.”
She took a break long enough to tease him. But where her mouth had been a moment ago, her hand now took over.Give me a moment to look into his closing eyes and scrunching mouth. Yes. Just like that.
“You’ve got a cock made for sucking.” Eden lightly smacked it, teeth tight on her bottom lip, while Liam groaned. Precum glistened against the head before covering her fingers.Oh, he liked that.
“You’re not the first to tell me that.”
“Liam,” she gently chastised the man who was already on another planet. “Really? To the woman you’ve brought home? You’re gonna talk about others making love to you with their mouths?”
“Maybe I want to be a slut, too.”
“As long as you’re thinking about me right now.”
“Who the fuck else would I be thinking of?”
She squeezed him with her whole fist before lowering her head again.
Eden worked him slowly, knowing that this was probably her only chance this weekend. Her lips sealed around him, creating a tight, warm sheath. Each withdrawal was a slow tease. Each descent an opportunity to leave her mark on his memory onceand for all. His hips twitched. A low groan rolled through him. His fingers, still inside her, stilled their exploration. He was lost.
Eden watched him from beneath her lashes. His head was thrown back, exposing the strong line of his throat. His eyes were closed. His lips were slightly parted, soft, silent sighs escaping with each breath. He was a beautiful sight, a man completely undone by pleasure.
By her. Yet...
A sliver of doubt, sharp and cold, pierced through her mindful moment. Who was he seeing? Was it her face he pictured when he closed his eyes? Or was it someone else? A ghost from his past? Another woman who had done this very thing to him in this very bed? The thought was a curious thing, but it slightly tainted the sweet intimacy they shared. She wanted to believe it was her, that her touch was enough to erase all others. But she couldn't be sure. And that uncertainty was a bitter pill to swallow.
What right do I have to think that in this situation, anyway?
She pushed the thought away, refusing to let it ruin this. She doubled her efforts, her movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. She would be the one he remembered that weekend. She would be the one who made him lose himself.
He was close. So close. She could feel it in the way he throbbed against her tongue and in the way his fingers clenched the comforter.