Read Burn (Brothers of Ink and Steel #2) Online
Authors: Allie Juliette Mousseau
Together we make love—under the canopy of a million pinpoints of light, blanketed in a meadow of sweet smelling autumn grass, and for a time, no one else exists apart from her and I—as we become forever one.
2015
Quinn
He begins to treat me too carefully, like the china you keep on the shelf, precious and breakable.
“Liam, I’m not the fragile creature I once was. I’ve been wishing and waiting for you, and for
this,
for a very long time. So stop being worried you’re going to break me.”
But he still looks hesitant and worried. I try to think of something that will appeal to his nature. “Instead, focus on impressing me. Because, Liam, I know that you can.”
His eyes grow wide. A playful, cocky grin lights his gorgeous face.
“Impress you? Oh, baby, I can impress you.”
I love how he’s still so perfectly him. The changing he’s done has been in all the right ways.
He bends in to kiss my neck then jerks his head back up. “Do I have a lot of competition?” He wears a concerned expression.
I smile, and I feel it reach my heart. “No, Liam, you have
no
competition … no one could even come close.” I think about what I want to say and how to say it. I want him to know … need him to know what I feel.
“I’ve been without you for so long and I’ve
hated
to think of other women with you. But … I believe there’s a part of you that you saved just for me … that you didn’t give to anyone else. And I want it.”
I can’t stop the tears that fall, but for the first time in a long time, they’re loving and healing tears. “I know you have so much passion and emotion bottled up inside of you … and I want it all—all of your love, all of your rage, all of your fear, all of your courage. I want every part of you, from what people see to what’s hidden deepest within you.” I reach up and lay my hand over his heart. I feel that it’s beating wildly. “Don’t you dare hold anything back from me—I want it all.”
At this, I wrap my legs around his waist and grind into him as I whisper, with a heated breath, in his ear, “Every last drop.”
That breaks the dam, and I think I’ll be lucky if I can hold on.
“I’ve been burning for you for ten of the longest fucking years of my life,” he says.
All ceremony ends, and he can’t get my clothes off fast enough. Off goes my shirt and down come my jeans.
“Oh dear-fucking-Lord, I don’t know where to start.” He examines me as I lay before him in nothing but a bra and undies.
A second later, Liam brings the inside of my right hand to his lips. Sensually, he kisses each finger, down my palm and to my wrist.
He looks over at me and a smile fills his face. “I swear to God, I’m the happiest man alive.”
I bite my lip to keep from crying.
His mouth makes a trail from my wrist to the ticklish bend of my elbow, where he stays to dart and swirl his tongue. Up my bicep to my collar bone, where he lifts my chin up and licks and sucks over my neck to my ear, making me crazy.
I turn my head to catch his lips with mine.
We kiss, caught up in each other. Then we both open our eyes to see each other at the same time. We laugh. It’s fantastic.
I know I haven’t ever laughed with so much peace and joy.
While he laughs, he kisses a line from my chin, down the center of my throat and straight to my breast. He loops his fingers around the bottom of my bra straps, close to the cups, and uses both fists to pull the bra down and around, freeing my tits for his pleasure.
“Oh fucking Christ, Quinn,” he says with a growl.
The sound of his deep wanting voice makes me moan, and he sucks my left nipple into his hot, wet mouth. He teases it with his teeth, gently scraping up and outward, turning it hard as stone, before he tortures it with his tongue.
He presses his hard-on against the softness between my legs. The denim of his jeans rubs against the thin, flimsy cloth of my panties.
“I need to feel your heat. Take down your jeans,” I say, panting.
Liam quickly moves to my other breast, lavishing upon it as he brings his right hand down to undo his pants and shove them off.
As soon as they’re gone, I raise my hips to rub myself against the enormous bulge behind the blue fabric of his designer briefs.
Liam’s eyes change from bright and open to hazy and dark as he groans and grinds back into my needy wetness. “Oh God, I am not going to last.”
“Good, because I want to feel you explode inside of me.”
Quickly, like a man on the edge, he slides his torso down over me. His hard abs create a delicious friction.
He pauses when his mouth reaches my waist and takes a mouthful of my flesh, biting it, creating the blurred edge of pleasure and pain.
I cry out as he tongues me, leaving a moist path to my burning clit. He breathes over my soft cotton panties, and the heat ravages me, making me scream for more.
In a second, my panties are gone and replaced by his mouth.
“Oh God, Liam …”
He drives his hot tongue deep into me and works it in and out, soaking me, before he comes back up to lick me, lapping and stroking until I’m lost in the pleasure.
“Fuck!” My eyes roll back, my lids close, while my back arches as I offer him all of me.
It’s so freeing, being naked like this, my body quivering under his.
His tongue lashes across my clit as his hand squeezes and presses against my tit.
“Your fucking taste is heaven, Quinn.”
“Oh my God!” I grab his head with my hands and crush him to me.
His beard scruff scrapes my most tender area, and I love it!
He slides his big, strong hands down to my ass and hums into my insanely aroused flesh before he suddenly flips me over, so I’m sitting on his face and he’s lying on his back.
My reason is torn apart as he thrusts two fingers inside of me and tickles a third around the opening of my ass.
“I’m going to come!” I cry, close to delirium.
“Mmm … yes you are, all over my face,” he says, and then he tells me, “Taste what I taste,” as he brings the fingers that were inside my throbbing center to my mouth.
Without hesitation, he presses them between my lips and over my tongue.
“Lick,” he commands me, and I do, as if the fingers were his cock in my mouth.
My body buckles from the intense, animal pleasure. Liam’s other hand and fingers sink into my hips, forcing them steady and keeping me positioned on his tongue as I rise as high as I can get.
My legs shake, my entire being seizes with my orgasm.
He keeps rubbing his entire face and nose over the swelled, hypersensitive area as I come.
“Fucking mouthwatering,” Liam rumbles.
And before I have a chance to recover, he lifts my body into the air and puts me over his amazingly beautiful cock.
I gaze down and watch as it flexes, searching for my opening.
He holds me, suspended over him. He’s so incredibly strong! His lean muscles ripple as he holds me like I weigh nothing.
“You are my only fantasy, Quinn.” He gyrates his hips until the tip of his penis penetrates my opening. “You’re so fucking perfect, so much more tantalizing than even my imagination, curvy and round in all the right places.”
His cock teases me—as he pulls and pushes only the tip in and out of me. “Your tits are fucking magnificent; your taste—good fucking God, I’d die to taste that every day!”
I want more. I want him in me—
now
—all the way!
I wriggle my body in an attempt to slide him deeper inside of me. But he’s not giving me control yet.
“When your sweet little clit engorged in my mouth, your fucking noises were enough to make me come without you even touching me.”
I moan from the pure sensuality of his words and the sensations his tip is sending through me.
“Oh yeah.” Liam sits up, with me still in the air, and licks and sucks the pink rosebud tip of my breast.
Our faces meet, and he licks my lips. Full of my taste, his tongue plunges between my lips, sliding across my teeth and the roof of my mouth before tangling around my tongue.
“Oh my God, stop teasing me and do it! I need it!” I whine. “I’ve got to feel you inside my body, Liam.”
He moves his head back and watches my eyes as he spears his long, thick cock into me.
I whimper as my eyes plead for no mercy.
His groan is like thunder as he lifts me up and down over the length of his shaft, penetrating me, body and soul.
Every nerve in my body sings with pleasure.
Liam’s gaze drifts between us to where our bodies are bonded together. He moans as he watches himself fuck me—hot and slow.
The tattoos on his arms are alive with motion as the beast between his legs claims me.
He makes an animalistic sound as he hoists me up with him and lays me down, my back on the bed. He leans on his elbows and tangles his fingers into my hair.
“I missed your hair.” He pounds in.
Slowly he pulls himself back to the tip. “I missed your voice.”
He pushes back in, and a cry is ripped from my throat. I swear he’s so deep he’s touching my cervix.
“I missed your scent.” He’s losing his tight control.
“God, I missed the feel of your body and the touch of your hand.” He cries out. “I want it all back, Quinn. I want you back.”
I reach up and hold him as close as I can get him.
His strokes turn frenzied as he pumps inside of me with powerful thrusts.
I love the feel of his hips, which hold my legs open and apart for him, so he can take me completely; I love the sensation of his rock hard cock as he expands me to fit around him—I’m massaging him, milking him, gripping him; and I love his heart, which is still so open and honest—so one with mine.
Our breathing flows together in gasps and pants, and I’m caught up in the rapture he creates as he fills my every sense with his presence.
He moans, ready to release. It’s a guttural sound that I glory in—I brought him there. He hammers harder and faster until he cries out. His cock pulses and pumps inside of me—I absorb every inch, every contour, every last drop as I squeeze my inner muscles and cause him to groan.
He lays on top of me as we catch our breaths.
“Impressed?” he asks.
“I’m in awe.”
He beams proudly. “Good. In about a half an hour I’ll awe you again.”
I can’t help but giggle.
“First, however, I need sustenance. So let’s go eat.”
At that, he hoists me up off the bed and throws me over his shoulder.
“I’m naked!” I protest.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
“Liam! Let me put my clothes on!”
“Nope. No can do, sugar.”
“Okay, at least my panties.”
He just laughs.
As we get closer to the kitchen, I smell something incredible. My tummy growls, reminding me just how hungry I am.
He pulls a couple of forks from the kitchen drawer, tosses them onto the table, then grabs a couple of Corona bottles from the fridge.
When Liam finally sits, he keeps me flush against his body, but lowers me so that I’m sitting on his lap, facing him.
Immediately, I’m wet for him.
He reaches out and pulls the takeout bag closer, and while he keeps me pinned to him with his right arm, he takes the cartons from the bags and organizes them on the table.
“Um … are you trying to tell me this is the only chair that works?” I ask, looking at the other seven chairs circling the large table.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my face to his mouth. He drives his tongue deep between my lips while his soft, plump lips send electricity through mine. His right arm crushes my body against his chest as it presses down against my shoulder. My hungrier-than-my-stomach vag tightens at the feel of his growing shaft, all for me.
When he lets us up for air, he says, “No, you’re in the right seat.”
I bite my lip happily, feeling a little bit shy.
“Don’t do that, or we won’t eat,” Liam says with a growl.
I clamp both of my lips together.
“Too late.” He stands with me wrapped around his waist and torso and pushes me up against the kitchen wall.
Liam lavishes my throat as he gets his cock in his hand, works it over my vagina, then buries himself inside of me again.
The action causes us both to moan, as he sinks deep into my core.
“Oh fuck!” His hips piston, while the strength of his arms holds me to him.
He peers up at me. “I want that lip between my teeth,” he demands. He bows my head and bites into my lips, ever so seductively.
Capturing each of my moans with his mouth, he grinds me against the wall.
He’s so perfectly deep, it doesn’t take long before we’re both shouting and coming.
He leans into me and the wall.
“I hope the neighbors can’t hear us.” I laugh.