Free Find Me by A. L. Wood

place, as normal. If he feels the same, of course. As I’m contemplating whether I should just make the first move or leave, if this would end up being one big mistake, Liam turns around.
    I don’t notice it at first, but when I do , my mouth opens on a gasp. He’s turned on, and not a little, but a lot. Enough to make his cock stand rigid, tenting his briefs. He catches my eyes and knows that I’m staring. Here it is, the choice.
    “Is …is that for me?” I say shyly, like I’ve never done this before. Get your shit together, Layla.
    Liam looks down, at the tent he has made. Unsure of what to say in reply , I suppose. I nervously tug at my fingers, the silence is deafening.
    Maybe I was wrong . Very, very wrong. Something else must have turned him on. Maybe he is embarrassed to be honest about it. I consider running back into my room, but I don’t want to humiliate myself further. How can I explain myself, without causing further embarrassment for either of us?
    “I’m sorry,” I mumble , while blindly turning around to exit.
    “Yes.”
    His words halt me. I don’t move, out of fear that his yes was not an answer to my question that I asked only moments before. Maybe he’s saying yes to my apology, as in that he’s sorry too. Sorry that it isn’t for me.
    My body is so on edge with need that I’m trembling . I want this with everything I have inside of me, and with no regrets. Fuck the ramifications. If it’s one night, I can deal. I’ll have to. I can find a way to get myself over that bridge. No looking back.
    I feel his body heat , before I hear his words. Then I realize that he must be mere inches away from my body, away from touching me. I let out a moan that sounds so unlike me. I don’t even recognize my own voice. That’s when he closes in on the gap between us. My back contoured to his front. And I can feel it, every single inch, poking into me hard as a huge stone.
    “Yes, it’s for you,” Liam says in a guttural tone.
    I sink my bank into him, brushing my ass across his cock. He slowly trails his tongue up the side of my neck, then back down to my shoulder. He repeats this pattern on both sides, while clutching my hips.
    He nips lightly at my ear, curling his magnificent tongue around my ear lobe. I can hear his uneven breathing perfectly and know that he is as affected by this as I am.
    He glides his right hand over my right hip lightly, slowly pushing my shirt up, until he can lay his palm flat against my stomach. One of my arms is locked against my side by his, so I use my other to reach around behind me, grabbing his hip as leverage to shove my ass back into him again and again.
    “If you keep doing that , this is going to end much sooner then I’d like,” he says on a groan.
    Internally I smile . That’s how I want him to feel. I lean my head back in so our lips can meet. I have to taste him. The kiss I was hoping for didn’t happen, he pecks my lips with his.
    Tease.
    I feel his hand slide into the front of my shorts, under my panties, slowly. I bite my lip in anticipation. These fingers, his fingers, are ones that I have dreamt about.
    A guitar player , a rock guitar player, has to have the most quick and nimble fingers, to be able to play music like that. I’ve seen Liam play and his hands fly and glide around the chords.
    “Is this what you want?” H e asks me, needing confirmation.
    “Yes,” I reply , with no hesitation at all.
    I not only want this, but ashamedly so, I need this desperately. And just as I thought, his fingers li ght a fire like no one else.
    He started off slowly, teasing me . With one hand still clutching my hip and mine holding onto his. One finger swiping up the wetness between my legs. He pulls his hand out of my panties and brings that one lone wet finger to his lips.
    He sticks his tongue out and swirls at the pad of his index finger, a light taste. He groans inwardly , deep and guttural. It sends butterflies to my gut.
    “Delicious.”
    My eyes