Liam never took his eyes off of me. It was almost like he was researching how people ate pizza and I was his subject. I saw one of his hands slip under the table, and I just assumed he was going to fix his shoe or scratch his knee when I felt the rough hands on my thigh, making their way upwards and into my shorts. Thank god they were loose, otherwise this wouldn't be any fun. He continued to rub his hand over my panties, but not letting themselves in. This wasn't fair. He was teasing me because he knew he couldn't do anything right now.
I reached down with my hand and hit his, causing him to quickly bring it to his chest, acting as if I had hurt him. "Liam you know how I feel about you teasing me! It's a big no no!" I said, laughter bursting out right after. We were about to get even.
I pointed directly at his mouth, "Babe, you have a piece of cheese right there." He tried to wipe away the piece of cheese that wasn't really there before I got up to "go help". I placed my hand on his cheek, swiping the skin beside his lips with my thumb. I then twisted his head towards mine and pressed our lips together, the light action sending shivers down my spine. I was very uncomfortable standing beside his chair, but before I could do anything about it, he placed his hands on my waist and guided me into his lap. It's like he read my mind. I straddled my legs around him, hooking them behind the back of his chair. He tried to slip his tongue to touch mine again, but I wouldn't let him.
I pulled my head back, unhooked my legs, stood up, and walked right back to my seat, planting my self down with a little hmmph. No one gets to tease me like that.
His mouth was wide open in astonishment of what I did. "See, no one likes a tease," I said, a sly smile appearing on my face. He tilted his head down, looking at me with death eyes, before telling me, "Oh, it's on." He pushed himself out of his seat, pacing towards me. All of a sudden I felt his hands on my body, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder like he had done bringing me into the house.
We made our way into a part of the house that I had yet to see, before I was thrown down onto his bed. He threw himself beside me, grabbing my waist again and pulling me on top of him.
He crashed his lips into mine, giving me no time to think about what was happening. He ran his hands up and down my back in circular motions like he had done to be down below before. If everything goes smoothly, I'll be one extremely happy girl in the morning.
My hands were glued to the sides of his face, giving me the feeling of control, even though I wasn't. His tongue slivered around in my mouth, up, down, left, right, almost like our tongues were dancing with each other. I felt his fingers run smoothly over my butt, pinching it once reaching the overhang, before I felt him sneak them under my shorts once more, this time leaving no boundary between my entrance and my panties.
His fingers continued the circular motions on my clit that was just happening on my back. A moan escaped my mouth, caused by the relief of tension that had been building up since we were in the car. He continued to trace rings around my sensitive spot before teasing my opening with a light touch. Just then, he brought his fingers up to the surface of my back to continue their motions.
"Oh no you don't," I said through my gasps for air. I jumped up, going towards the end up of the bed where his feet laid. I crawled up his legs, looking like an animal about to pounce on their prey, as I fidgeted my fingers under the wasit band of his jeans. I pulled them down slowly, inch by inch, feasting my eyes on the already huge bulge that was created from our makeout session. The sight of this made my mouth begin to water, ready for whatever the night may bring.
Once removing his jeans completely, then his shirt I tossed them into his laundry basket that seemed to be empty. I placed my hands on his knees, gliding them up his thighs until I finally touched his sensitive spot. I massaged his weakness, making him feel the same pain that he had caused me. The connection between was growing more by the minute, making the urge to pounce on him even harder to control. But I had to remember, good things come to those who wait.
Chapter 3
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