Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 73: Heat
LIAM
The thunder cracks just above our heads, followed by lightning, rattling the barely in-order gazebo. But I think it is nothing to how hard and fast my heart is beating inside my chest, crashing against each other.
Heat ignites where Kian’s finger is touching my chin. The way his eyes are roving over my face, I feel like I have been set on fire.
"Are you asking?" The words are breathy and distant yet so close and familiar.
"Not really." Kian smirks and leans in.
The air in my lungs whoosh away in an instant as he leans in, so painfully slowly that I feel like it is an eternity before his lips touch mine when, in reality, it is just a few seconds.
Instantly I ignite. Heat gathers in the pit of my gut and spreads through my stomach. My heart is beating in rhythm with the pouring rain outside, and pleasure rises at the end of my every nerve.
His lips move against mine slowly and sensually, almost in a lazy manner. And it is even more arousing. It goes straight to the region below my stomach. My cock twitches with interest.
I reach out, my one hand cupping his face and the other curling around his clothes to pull him closer. My lips move against his with such hunger and need that it almost belies the hatred that resides inside my chest.
A groan rumbles through Kian as his masculine arm shoots out and wraps around my waist easily. He pulls me onto his lap, making me straddle him.
"What are you doing to me, Liam?" Kian growls against my lips as my hands roam over his body, taking in every dip and contour of his muscle-packed body. This man is nothing but raw muscles.
And to answer his question? I wish I knew the answer.
My erect cock brushes against the obvious lump in Kian’s pants, making a string of pleasure inject into my veins. I moan softly. Kian seizes the chance and plunges his tongue into my mouth. His tongue moves against mine with a sinful fervor, making me lightheaded and dizzy with heat and lust. I can’t remember the last time I felt so hot like this. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
He kisses me like he hates me, but at the same time, he wants me just as much.
And to add fuel to the fire, he grinds his hips against me. And oh Gods, I just saw the paradise. I never knew that pleasure could be this intense and this...I don’t know what. It is so overwhelming and groundbreaking that I am rendered speechless. And he is not inside me. Yet.
My moan road reverberates through the gazebo and is muffled by the heavy downpour outside. The thunder booms in the distance yet again, flashing the earth with its lightning.
"You liked it, Liam?" Kian smirks smugly.
Oh, how I would love to strangle him and wipe the smugness out of his face and shove it up his ass. And I hate it more that he is right. He is so damn right.
He grinds his hips once more, his erection pressed against mine and brushing, causing another wave of intense pleasure to wash over me and eliciting another moan.
He grins, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen. I want to shove my dagger into his abdomen and tell him to shut up, but if I do that, who will fuck me senseless? It would be such a waste if I don’t get that dick inside me before either of us die.
I huff, burning with equal indignation and heat. I glare down at him. He grins back at me. Our faces are inches apart, and I want him to kiss me again. And again and again. Until I am an exquisite mess.
Kian’s face suddenly hardens with seriousness, and he lifts me by my waist. "Take off your pants, Liam."
A small gasp rips out of my lips as my brain short-circuits. I have always known that something is different tonight. But what I didn’t know is Kian didn’t have any intention to miss me tonight.
I shallow down the tightness formed in my throat as I fumble with my belt with fidgety fingers. Anticipation is a swarm of bees buzzing beneath my skin as I watch Kian undo his pants with so much preciseness and expertise that I feel a little, no, very jealous.
It only means that he has done this with many other people, and the lone idea makes my blood boil even if we set, aside the anger and lust that are currently occupying every vein and nerve ending in my body. I have this sudden urge to dig out every woman Kian has fucked in the past and bury them six feet underground, even if I don’t raise my hand against a woman. Well, I can make an exception for Kian, I guess.
I let out my erection from my pants, and I am already dripping with pre-cum. I am by no means small. I am rather big and I have been proud of my size and ability to pleasure a woman in the bed. Faint pinkish veins are bulging on my hard cock, pearl white pre-cum is dripping from the slightly crooked end.
I watch Kian carefully to gauge his reaction and feel a surge of pride when his mouth waters visibly. I am just hoping that I am able to keep my smugness out of my slightly flushed and breathless expression.
"Liam, you are beautiful," Kian says, his voice dropping a few octaves, making him sound so turned on and breathy that I shiver slightly.
This reaction is not even the top hundred on my list for his reaction. I try to blink away the morbid surprise out of my expression.
Then Kian slowly undoes his pants and lets his erection spring free. And hell, this is the most exquisite and mouth-watering and yet most dangerous sight I have ever seen.
