Say Yes by Kandi Steiner

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Art of Ecstasy

My back slammed hard into Liam’s dorm room door when we were on the other side of it, the bang of it being shut still ringing in my ears. It stole my breath, black invading my vision as he opened his mouth wider and slid his tongue along mine.

I moaned at the shock of pleasure it sent through me, hands gripping his shirt and twisting to hold him close. But when the blackness in my vision cleared, I found a wide-eyed, smiling Thomas eating popcorn on the couch.

I squeaked, breaking my kiss with Liam and ducking between him and the door as if I could hide now.

Liam looked at me, confused at first, his chest panting, jaw and lips smeared with the brick red of my lipstick. But when he followed my gaze and saw Thomas, he understood.

“Out,” he said with a snap of his finger.

“Can’t really leave with you standing in front of the door like that,” Thomas pointed out.

I giggled at that, which seemed to ease the tension in the moment, and Liam rolled his eyes before pulling me into his arms and to the side to clear the exit.

Thomas hopped up from the couch, bowl of popcorn still in hand as he gave us a salute and excused himself.

“Where’s he going to go?” I asked. “He didn’t even put shoes on.”

“He’ll be fine,” Liam assured me, and in the next breath, I was swept into his arms again.

We ping-ponged down the hallway blindly, knocking into walls and picture frames and stumbling over our own feet until Liam found his doorknob and twisted. We tumbled through, Liam kicking the door closed with his foot once we were inside, and then the backs of my knees hit the bed, and we both went down into the cool sheets.

Oh my God, I’m in Liam Benson’s room.

He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, the other trailing down my body and paving a path for his mouth to follow. I arched into the touch as he kissed my neck, and my surroundings hit me all at once.

There was only the soft light from a single bedside table lamp to illuminate the room, and I took in the blue and green plaid of his comforter through heavy, sated eyes. They roamed the length of the dark paintings and sketches cluttering his walls and desk next, and when he bit down on my neck, I closed my eyes and inhaled the unfamiliar scent of the room where he existed — cologne and paint and a musk that was all his own.

“I hope you know what you’re getting into,” he breathed against the bite like a soothing balm. “Because I don’t have the power to stop this now that we’ve started.”

My only answer was to frame his face in my hands and pull him in for a deeper kiss.

As soon as I did, I realized I was touching his face with my small hand, and I flinched, pulling it away but not breaking the kiss. I tried to deepen it, to roll my hips against Liam’s body and get the friction I needed, but he stopped, panting as he balanced on his elbows above me.

“Why did you pull your hand away?”

I breathed just as hard, eyes searching his. A shrug was all I could come up with as an answer.

Liam frowned, and then in a twisting maneuver and a balancing act, we switched places until he was on his back, and I was on top, straddling him, my thighs on either side of his hips.

I immediately wanted to hide.

I loved the way it felt to be under him, to be dominated by him, to feel him pressing his weight into me and kissing every inch. But the moment he flipped me on top, I felt like I’d been thrown onto a stage in front of an arena of people. Naked. While trying to ice skate, having never done it before in my life.

Liam didn’t seem to notice, though. He just gripped my hips, feeling the curve of them in his palms as he took in the view of me staring down at him. My hands pressed into his chest, my hair falling forward and over the both of us like a curtain.

Slowly, he ran his fingers up my sides, over my shoulders, down my arms until one hand rested over my left, and the other peeled my right hand up so he could see it better. He stretched his pinky against mine, his thumb against mine, like we were making hang ten signs together. For a long while, he just stared at our fingers where they connected, but then he pulled my hand to his lips and — just like he had in the shower — kissed every single finger.

“You’re too good for this world,” he whispered, his eyes flicking up to mine.

My next breath barely squeezed out of me, my chest tight and restricting. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, down, until Liam caught my face with his hands and cradled it to guide our mouths together.

Every kiss and touch until this moment had been born from passion. He’d kissed me hard enough to bruise, bit my skin, slammed me into doors, and shoved me back into his bed. But now, he kissed me with reverence, with tenderness and care. His hands skated back into my hair, his lips moving in tandem with mine.

And between my thighs, I felt him grow hard, the hot length of him pressed against the place I ached for him most.

I gasped, rocking against it and evoking a guttural groan from Liam in response.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked, his thumb skating over my bottom lip as his eyes locked on mine.

I shook my head.

“How many people have you been with?”

“One.”

“Fuck,” he said, closing his eyes and shaking his head. I felt his grip in my hair loosen, felt his hands start to fight me off. “You’re too fucking pure for me, Harley.”

“Shut up and stop thinking so much,” I whispered, and before he could deny me, I leaned down and snatched his next breath, swallowing it whole, wishing on every star that that kiss would convince him and me both that I was fine, that I was ready, that I could do this.

Balancing with my weight on my right hand pressed into his chest, I trailed my left one down between us, gripping his length through his jeans as he bit his lip and let his eyes roll back with a groan.

“Show me how to touch you,” I begged.

With that, another groan ripped from his chest, and just like before, he flipped us until I was on my back once more. “Not yet,” he said simply, and then he helped me sit up just long enough for him to peel my tank top overhead.

We were a tangle of mouths and hands, a tornado of clothes being shed between hard kisses and desperate moans. He still had his jeans on when he got me completely naked, but he didn’t move to join me. Instead, he sat back on his heels and spread my legs, his hands sliding from my knees, down my thighs, until his fingertips ran in the warm creases where my legs met my pelvis.

I shivered, twisting my fists in the sheets, my eyes fluttering shut. I couldn’t bear to look up at him when he had me so exposed, when I was spread out and unable to hide a single thing.

“God, look at you,” he husked, dragging one lone finger over the strip of pubic hair lining my mound.

I sucked in a loud breath when that fingertip brushed my sensitive clit, and when I peeled my heavy lids open, I found Liam smirking, his eyes on where his hand seduced me.

“So pretty and pink,” he mused, his finger sliding between my lips. He hissed. “Fuck, and so wet.”

“Please,” I breathed. I didn’t know what I wanted, what I was asking for, only that I needed something — and that I believed wholeheartedly that Liam was the only person who could give it to me.

Liam withdrew his finger as I shuddered at the loss. He hadn’t even penetrated me yet, and every cell in my being vibrated for him.

“Turn over,” he commanded. “Hands on the headboard, knees spread.”

I jumped to the order like a soldier obeying their sergeant, spreading my knees wide and holding onto the headboard for dear life. My breaths came harder now that I was facing away from him.

There was the distinct sound of a belt buckle and the unzipping of his jeans, and then after a shuffle of clothing, the bed dipped with his weight again, and he pressed the bare length of him between my cheeks, his chest to my back, hands wrapping around to palm each of my breasts.

I quaked at all the sensations, not able to focus on one more than the other. He thrust his hips, his hard-on rolling between my cheeks as he pebbled my nipples between his fingertips, and I moaned at how badly I ached for him, how I must have been dripping between my legs now.

“Stay here,” he whispered against my shoulder, and then all his heat was gone again.

I convulsed at the loss, but then he was on his back under me, maneuvering himself until his head was between my legs. I immediately wanted to fall back and cover myself up. It was too much. I was spread eagle with my vagina entirely too close to his face.

But he grabbed my hips and kept me in place, a wicked grin on his lips before he licked them like a starving man.

“Come here,” he urged, pulling my hips gently until I had no choice but to spread my knees even farther.

“What are you doing?” I panted.

“This,” he said, and with another pull, I was practically sitting on his chin, and he kept his eyes on mine as he slicked his tongue from my entrance up to my aching clit.

“Oh God,” I breathed, gripping the headboard tight to keep from passing out. “I’ve never… I don’t…”

“Shhh,” he commanded, and then he flattened his tongue and dragged it over me again, stealing any argument I had.

I knew it before, that he was more experienced than me, but I never could have imagined what it would feel like to be touched and licked and sucked by a man who knew exactly what he was doing. It was all I could do to just hold onto the headboard and not let my weak knees give out completely as he lashed his tongue against my clit, circling and sucking, his hands gripping my ass and pulling me down for more.

Liam was lost in the rhythm of what he was doing to me, basking in the moans he received when he ran his tongue hot and flat all along the length of me, and grinning when my legs shook around him anytime he sucked my clit. The longer he worked, the more every muscle I had tightened and shook. I was a ticking time bomb, consistently wondering if the next touch would set me off.

So when he carefully slipped his index finger inside me while his lips covered my clit and sucked, I couldn’t help the scream-like moan that ripped from my throat.

“Oh, fuck yes, Harley,” he groaned, slipping his finger in deeper. He flicked his tongue against my clit before covering it again and sucking. “Find it. Catch it.”

I didn’t even have to ask what he meant. I could feel it, that little spark within reach, that flame ready to catch. And when I dropped my hips, sinking his finger in deeper and eliminating any space between his mouth and my clit, I found exactly what I didn’t know I’d been searching for.

Vibrations of numb ecstasy rolled through me like an earthquake, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing from my every limb of my body directly to where Liam kissed me between my legs. He held onto me tighter, his finger circling inside me, his tongue relentless as I rode out the tsunami. I screamed and clamped my hands harder on the headboard to keep upright, my eyes squeezing shut as I succumbed to the feeling. I had no idea what I was saying or how loud I was, but I didn’t care.

I was in another universe altogether.

One where the only thing that mattered was Liam’s expert tongue and adept fingers.

When the waves receded, a violent tremble shook me from head to toe, and I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. I went slack, and Liam wiggled out from under me, helping me lie down in the sheets as he took the place beside me.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, covering my face with my hands. It was all I could do to peek out from between the slits of my fingers at his smirk. “What did you do to me?”

“Gave you an orgasm, I believe.”

“That was… wow. I’ve never, I…”

“You’re welcome.”

I laughed, covering my face again before I rolled over on my side to face him. My mouth parted at the sight of him lounging there fully naked, his abdomen just as lean and rigid as I remembered from the shower. I traced the hair down his chest and stomach until I found his penis, long and thick, the tip glossed with pre-cum.

Liam reached down with the arm not keeping him balanced and gripped his length, rolling his fist over it with a groan, his thumb smoothing over the pre-cum.

I licked my lips at the sight, my thighs clenching together as another wave started building in my gut. I didn’t know it was possible to go from sated to hungry again in just a matter of seconds.

“I want to do that to you,” I said.

“Do what?”

“You know,” I said, a blush shading my cheeks as I watched him roll his hand over his cock again. “What you did to me.”

“And what was that?”

My eyes flicked up to his, the dark irises laced with a heady desire.

“I want to suck you.”

His eyelids fluttered, something between a moan and a curse leaving him as he flexed into his hand again. “Come here.”

He motioned me over, rolling until he was on his back with his neck and head propped up in the pillows. With his guidance, I got on my knees over him, and then I was face to face with his hard-on, with the veins lining each side, with the thick, glossy pink head.

“Do what I was doing,” he said first, helping me grip with my left hand at his base.

I swallowed, gripping a little tighter before I rolled my hand up and down his shaft. “Like this?”

He groaned, nodding. “Yes. Now, suck the tip.”

I wet my lips, biting my lower one before I balanced myself on my knees and lowered my mouth. Liam sucked in such a stiff breath when my lips parted over his tip and my tongue skated over his skin that I thought I might have hurt him, but the way his hand slipped into my hair to grip and hold me there, I figured out that it must have felt good.

“Fuck,” he groaned, flexing his hips in time with my hand. I kept my mouth on his tip, but moved my hand up and down his shaft just like he had been, squeezing a little harder. “Swirl your tongue.”

I did as he said, and he bucked against me with another curse. His hand fisted in my hair and gently guided me down farther, until half of him was in my mouth and the other half was being massaged by my hand.

And though he didn’t tell me to do it, it felt like the most natural thing to do next was to suck.

He moaned loud when I did, and I fused my mouth and hand together, slicking the skin with my lips before my hand would cover the saliva and spread it down the rest of his shaft.

I bobbed my head in time with his hand gripping my hair, letting him guide me, and when he flexed his hips at the same time as he held me down, I gagged, coughing a little at the sensation.

“Stop,” he breathed, pulling me off suddenly.

“Oh, God, did I hurt you?” My eyes widened as I looked him up and down, as if I’d see blood or a bruise.

He chuckled. “No, you minx, you almost made me come.”

“Oh,” I said with a shy smile. “And… that’s a bad thing?”

“No,” he said, his eyes hungry. “But I want to be inside you first.”

“Oh,” I breathed again, my eyes falling to his hard-on, to how thick and long it was.

“Do you want that, too?”

I nodded, though my heart raced so fast and hard, I wasn’t sure I was telling the truth. I did want him. Badly. But I didn’t know if I was ready. I didn’t know how he would fit inside me.

“Hey, come here,” he said, pulling me up until I was cradled in his arms. He pressed a long, hot kiss to my lips. “We’ll go slow. I promise. And just say the word, I’ll stop.”

I nodded. “I want to. I’m just…” I swallowed, looking down between his legs. “You’re bigger than I’ve ever…”

I didn’t have to finish the sentence. We both knew. And Liam kissed me again to reassure me before he slipped off the bed long enough to rummage through his wallet and grab a condom. He rolled it over his length, and then he stalked back over to the bed and lay me down into the sheets.

He balanced on his elbows above me, his eyes flicking between mine, and suddenly all the playfulness and sexiness of the evening was gone. It felt heavier somehow now, like the foreplay was safe territory, training, and now we were on the front lines.

It was real now.

I wondered if I should be more scared than I was, if I should worry over how I would feel in the morning, what tomorrow would bring. But all I could do was lose myself in those dark eyes staring down at me, in the feel of his weight on top of me, in the need pulsing between my legs for us to be connected.

Liam kissed me, his lips soft on mine as he reached down between us. I felt him position his tip at my entrance, and then gently, carefully, he flexed until just the tip was inside me.

“Fucking hell,” he said as I moaned and held on tighter, my nails digging into his back.

He stayed there for a long while, both of us breathing and adjusting, and then he flexed in a little deeper, and then a little deeper, until he was all the way inside me. My walls pulsed around him, and tears pricked my eyes from the mixture of the pain and pleasure. He stretched me even farther when he withdrew and flexed back inside, but it felt as good as it did bad, and the more he moved, the more the pain receded and the need for more took over.

Liam captured my next moan with his mouth, our tongues sloppy, kisses uncoordinated as we moved together. I held onto his shoulders and wrapped my ankles around his hips as he found his flow, a flex in and a glide out, the most punishing and pleasure-filled rhythm.

“Harder,” I begged on a breath. “More.”

“Christ, Harley,” he breathed back, but he answered my plea, pushing up to balance on his palms as his hips slammed against my pelvis. Over and over, again and again, he filled me to the brim as I clutched the sheets and cried out in ecstasy.

And before I could catch on to the fire building, I was already exploding from the inside out.

This orgasm was different, deeper and more consuming, less electric, but just as powerful, like the unsuspecting tide taking me down for my very last breath. I blacked out a little as I gave in to the feeling, and when I came to, Liam’s next breath seized short, his body stopping altogether as he stilled inside me, but I felt his cock pulsing its release into the condom.

It was the most beautiful sight, him frozen like that, the pleasure rocking through him so hard that he had no choice but to let it take him over. His eyes squeezed shut, muscles flexing on every inch of his body, and when he was spent, he collapsed into a heap on top of me, our slick bodies meeting in a hot embrace.

I instantly wanted my brushes and a blank canvas.

I wanted to paint every bright, brilliant color Liam Benson made me see.

“Goddamn,” he breathed on a laugh, rolling over until he was beside me. I was sad for the loss of touch until he wrapped me in his arms, kissing my shoulders and neck and the corner of my lips where they turned up into a smile of my own. “Well, it’s official.”

“What is?”

“We’re both ruined.”

He laughed a little with the joke, and I laughed, too, because I loved the sound of being sexy and powerful enough to ruin him for someone else — like his own personal Venus.

But neither of us could have known the truth that lay beneath those seemingly innocent words.

Neither of us could have stopped, even if we knew how it all would end.