Part 7 (1/2)

”Does that feel good?”

I nodded. ”More,” I mumbled against his ear.

He nodded, and slipped all the way into me. I felt myself widen for him, and I spread my legs, offering him all of me.

”You're so tight,” he mumbled into my ear, nibbling along the lobe. ”Tell me how you want it.”

I closed my eyes, wanting nothing more than him to slam into me. ”All of you. Slam into me, Liam.”

He made the s.e.xiest noise I'd ever heard, grabbed the inside of my knees spread them wider and slammed into me. I cried out, my body s.h.i.+vering from want. He bent down and took my mouth with him, never stopping grinding into me. ”Tell me your mine, Sarah.”

”I'm yours.”

”Tell me to f.u.c.k you. Tell me you want me.”

”I want you,” I screamed, my muscles tightening around his d.i.c.k. ”I'm coming,” I said, digging my nails into him.

”Tell me when you're about to again,” he said, breathing heavy into my ear. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pus.h.i.+ng him deeper into me. He closed his eyes and slammed harder, giving me everything he had.

It wasn't long before I was convulsing around him, my body coming undone. ”I'm coming,” I said. ”Please, don't stop. I'm coming.”

”I'm not gonna stop, baby.”

He slammed into me harder, making me cry out with my o.r.g.a.s.m. A wicked smile stretched across his face. He buried his mouth into my neck and gave me three more hard strokes before he groaned and his stomach clenched.

He lay there on top of me for a few seconds, staring down at me. His finger felt feather soft on my cheek. ”Sarah,” he whispered.

”Don't say it.” I held a finger to his lips. ”I'm not worried about anything else than us. I don't' know how it will work out, but I don't want to think about that tonight.”

Liam laughed, showing me his straight white teeth. ”Okay,” he said. ”But, there is one problem. We probably need to stay at your house. My water isn't working.”

”Oh,” I said, leaning up. ”Well, we need to hurry and get over there, before Cody gets home. I don't need that drama.”

Liam laughed, stood up and offered me his hand. ”Okay, let's go.”

I glanced down at him. b.u.t.t naked. ”Maybe, we should get dressed first. I think us walking out of your apartment naked, may cause suspicion.”

Liam c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. ”If you insist.”

We dressed, filled Layla's food bowls and made a mad dash toward my apartment. We opened the door and stopped dead in our tracks. ”Cody, what are you doing home?”

His eyes were wide and he knew exactly what we had been doing. Since Liam didn't put his s.h.i.+rt back on, I could see why he thought that. Not to mention, I had serious s.e.x hair. ”Um, I played sick. Thought we could hang out, but it seems you've been doing your own hanging out.” He smiled. ”I'm just gonna go over to Jonathon's, see ya later you two.” Then he was gone. You never had to hint around about leaving to Cody, he got it, and left fast.

”He didn't have to leave,” Liam said from behind me. ”But, I'm glad he did.”

Chapter Eleven.

Liam Sarah led me into her room, and locked the door behind her. She was flushed, her hair messy and smiling to herself. She'd been...amazing. I wondered how it would be since she was obviously not as experienced as I was. I didn't give a d.a.m.n, I wanted to make her come. I wanted that girl in more than one way. She had taken charge and took me in her mouth. I groaned, begging my d.i.c.k to stay down for at least another hour. I could still taste her on my lips, and that was a taste I'd never forget. I knew I was playing with fire, but the burn felt too good to stop now.

She lay back on her bed, smiling over at me. ”Does this mean I get an A?”

I barked out a laugh and crawled onto the bed with her. ”Are you asking me to cheat, Ms. Thomas?” I snaked an arm around her back.

She smiled up at me, green eyes laughing. ”On the contrary. I'm only asking for you to help me a little. Since I did do you a favor and all. Giving you something you wanted so badly.” She trailed her finger down my stomach to the front of my jeans.

”You're a vixen, Sarah. Manipulative.”

”We'll you're a rule-breaker, Mr. Downs. You had a student in your bed.”

”And I'll have her again.” I kissed her neck. ”And again. How about I help you study for the test tomorrow.”

She shook her head. ”Now, you're starting to sound like a normal teacher. Regardless, that you look like a bad boy out of a New Adult novel.”

”New Adult?”

”College aged. Anyway, I don't have a mind set to study.”

I grinned down at her. ”I bet I could help you with that.” I slipped my fingers under her s.h.i.+rt and traced her tanned, flat stomach. ”I'm sure we could make the study session fun. What do you say?”

She placed a finger on her pink lips and tapped it there a few times. ”I might be willing to take a chance. What do you have in mind?”

Smiling, I stood up. ”Do you have a marker? An erasable one?”

She nodded. She disappeared into her closet and came back with a black, blue and pink erasable marker. ”Here.” She sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as I took the cap off of each one.

”We're going to play a little drawing game. Stand up.”

She raised an eyebrow but obeyed. ”Now what?”

”Take off your s.h.i.+rt.”

”Wow, take me out to dinner first,” she giggled, sliding the fabric over her head. She tossed her s.h.i.+rt on the floor and stood staring down at me. Sitting on the side of the bed, I pulled her to where she was standing between my legs.

”Okay,” I said, tracing the marker over her skin. ”I'm going to draw the UK on you belly.” She laughed, placing her hands on my shoulders. ”There will be dots to where cities would be. You're going to point to each one and let me know what goes there. Afterwards, I'm going to grade you. For how many you get wrong, you have to strip. If you make an F, then so be it.”

She laughed. ”I think this is more of a pleasure than studying.”

I shrugged. ”You say potato. Okay, lay down.” She slid toward me, laying her head on the pillow. ”Now,” I said sliding my finger toward a dot in the middle. ”How about here,” I whispered, my mouth close to hers. She tapped her finger, while I traced the outline of her bra.

”Um, Carlisle.”

I smiled to myself. She got one. I grabbed her waist, and carefully wrote Carlisle onto the center dot. ”Good job, Sarah.”

She smiled up at me, her chest rising and falling faster. ”I'm brilliant.”