his chest. “You were eleven. I can’t imagine how it must have felt to lose him. I’m so sorry.”
He caresses my arm. “I lied. I’m not sad because the tour is over.”
“You’re going to miss me.” I feel him swallow and nod. I lift my head. “Kiss me.”
This time I don’t have to beg. As he kisses me, he pulls me on top of him. His erection grows beneath me. I grind my groin into his, causing the most pleasurable friction. My sleep shirt rides up and only my panties and his boxer briefs are between us. It’s the closest we’ve ever been. Oh, how I want him inside me.
He rolls me off him. “Go back to bed.”
“It’s our last night, Liam. I want you to touch me. I want to touch you.”
He shakes his head with a sharp jerk. “No.”
I sit up. “Remember when you showed me how to play the guitar? My hand was on top of yours as you created the chords. What if I could touch you like that? Do you think that would be okay?”
He gets on an elbow. “You want to put your hand on mine while I get myself off?”
“If my hand was on yours, I’d be helping you do it, but I wouldn’t be touching you. That’s allowed, right?”
His head falls back. He’s thinking about it.
“Trust me,” I say. “I won’t do anything more.”
He exhales noisily. “Sometimes when you trust people, they hurt you.”
My heart breaks for him. “I’m not people, Liam. I’m me.”
I fear he’s going to say no, so I push my panties aside and put his hand on me. I put my finger on top of his and then put it on my clit. I rub it around. I guide his finger through my wetness. It feels good to have his hand on me.
“Ella. Jesus.”
“I want you, Liam. Any way I can have you.”
“Fuck.” He stares at me for a moment, my eyes are half-open by the feel of his touch. “You first.”
I remove my hand from his and take off my shirt. His mouth is on my breast before my shirt even hits the floor. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and releases it with a ‘pop.’ He licks it, teases it, traces it, then moves to the other one.
I’m writhing, trying to remember not to touch him, but my need for him is extreme. When he slips a finger inside me, I moan. He crooks it, finding the precise spot that drives me insane. My hips rise off the bed. His thumb is on my clit and bolts of electricity shoot through me. I sigh and moan and twist and explode all at once. “Oh, God,” I shout.
He doesn’t relent until I go completely lax. “Holy shit, El.” He looks at me in awe.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I’ve never seen it happen like that.”
“You’ve never made a woman orgasm?”
“I’ve heard it, I’ve felt it, but I’ve never seen it.”
Heat flames across my face. “You were watching me?”
He brushes a chunk of hair out of my eyes. “It was incredible.”
His hardness is against my thigh. “Now you.”
He stiffens. “I’m not sure I can.”
“Show me how you do it.”
He snickers coyly. “After what just happened, I doubt I’ll last very long.”
“Show me, Liam.”
He takes off his skivvies. In the dim light, his penis springs up tall and proud. I have to keep myself from reaching out. We’ve come this far. I can’t ruin it now.
He takes hold of himself, and my insides quiver. I’ve never watched a man do this. We’re naked on his bed, and he’s stroking himself up and down. I can see out of the corner of my eye that he’s looking at me. Does he have any idea how incredibly turned on I am right now? I swear I can feel another orgasm building and he’s not even touching me.
His breathing quickens. “El.”
Is he going to let me do it or just finish on his own? I hold out my hand where he can see it, then slowly move until it hovers over his. “I want to make you feel like you made me feel, Liam. Can I?”
He stops, and I think that’s it. We’re not going any further. But then he closes his eyes and nods.
I don’t want his eyes closed. I don’t know exactly what his dad did to him, but I sure as hell don’t want him seeing his dad behind his eyelids. He has to know it’s me. He has