On His Knees (Stronghold Book 3)

by Golden Angel

  "She knew. She helped approve the ring," he said, grinning as he pulled her to him for another kiss. Gripping the collar of his shirt, Hilary's lips opened under his and he felt his erection begin to swell. He'd popped the question, she'd said yes - it was time to celebrate.

  Unfortunately, his newly-minted fiancé hadn't gotten the same memo.

  She kissed him back, lovingly, deeply, and then pulled away. "I have to call her! And my parents! Do they know? Do your parents know?" Groaning, Liam sank back down onto the blanket and off of his knees. The excitement was coming off Hilary in waves, and she shot him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry... just two calls... please? Jessica and my parents?"

  "Two calls, sweetheart," he said, tugging her down beside him so that at least he could put his hands all over her while he waited. Like the patient, patient man he was. "I can wait two calls. I asked your dad for his blessing and he knew that I was going to do it tonight, but I don't know if he told your mom."

  Hilary paused from scrolling down her contact list to give him a look of tender happiness. "You asked my dad for his blessing?"

  "Of course I did, honey-girl," he said, reaching over to brush strands of hair off of her face and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "Not that it would have stopped me if he'd said no, but I did ask."

  Laughing, Hilary shook her head at him, putting the phone to her ear. Grabbing a cookie from the tin, figuring he deserved a reward - besides, he'd worked all afternoon on making the damn things perfect - he grinned as he listened to Hilary inform Jessica and her parents that he'd finally done the deed. Jessica shrieked "FINALLY!" loud enough to make even Hilary wince back from the phone.

  Fortunately, no one seemed inclined to keep Hilary on the phone for very long, not even her mother who was over the moon. Which was fortunate, because just looking at the ring on Hilary's finger - which she kept holding out and admiring - and thinking about how she was going to be his for the rest of his life, was making him all sorts of horny. His erection hadn't subsided one bit, not even when she was talking to her parents.

  ******

  "Can you come over tomorrow to start planning the wedding?"

  Normally that kind of question would make Hilary groan, tonight she just laughed. "No mom. We're probably just going to spend some time together tomorrow, but we'll come over sometime next week to start talking about it, okay?"

  "Oh yes, that's better, that will give me some time to get some things together for you to look at! Get back to your fiancé, we love you!"

  "Love you too, mom."

  Shaking her head, Hilary hung up the phone and put it off to the side. She could feel Liam's eyes on her, his gaze both loving and sexually speculative. Poor man had waited long enough but she'd really needed to call her best friend and her parents to share. It felt like the joyful excitement was bursting out of her, and sharing it had helped her keep it from overflowing in the form of tears. Because at first, she'd been kind of worried that she wasn't going to be able to stop crying.

  "Is she already planning the wedding?" Liam laughed, holding out the cookie that he'd taken a few bites out of. Fortunately for him, he hadn't eaten the entire portion that was chocolate-coated.

  "I'm sure she'll have it all planned out before we actually get to see her," Hilary said dryly. No one would be more excited than herself and Liam about their upcoming marriage, but she thought that her mom might outdo both of them in excitement about the actual wedding. Leaning over, she took a bite of the cookie that he was holding out for her, and let out a little moan. "Oh my god that's good... it's so rich."

  "I'm not a big fan of the chocolate chip cookie dough filling, but I'm glad you like it."

  "Mmm, how can you not? That's the best part."

  "It's a little too much for me. I don't really like raw cookie dough anyway."

  "Obviously there's something wrong with you, but that's okay, I'll marry you anyway." They beamed at each other, wrapped in their own small bubble of happiness. It felt like champagne was fizzing inside of her stomach, filling her entire body with warm fuzzies. Or maybe that was just because now that she was off the phone, Liam's expression was changing to one of sexual intent.

  "Think you can put up with me bossing you around for the rest of your life?" he asked, setting the cookie down in the tin. He maneuvered himself so that she ended up on her back on the blanket beneath him, his hands on either side of her, his body resting in the V of her legs.

  Hilary ran her hands up his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles from holding himself above her, enjoying the way he shuddered slightly as her hands rand over his nipples. "I did say yes," she murmured, smiling mischievously. "Besides, most of the time I like it when you're bossy."

  "Good. Because right now I want you to spread your legs and put your hands above your head."

  Chapter 8

  Excitement tingled through Hilary's body as she obeyed Liam's order, arching slightly beneath him as she slid her hands up above her head, letting her arms rest beside her ears. Spreading her thighs wider, she could no longer feel the press of his legs against hers, but she knew that he'd make up for that.

  "I'm kind of surprised you didn't come up with some kinky role play scenario for tonight," she said, teasing, as she gazed up at him.

  "No. Tonight, it's just you and me, honey-girl. I don't want to be anyone but myself."

  "Me too," she whispered, blinking back the sudden rush of tears that stung her eyes. Man... she was going to be emotional whenever he said super sweet things now.

  Hovering over her, Liam lowered his lips for a kiss. Gentle at first. Caressing. Their lips parted slightly and he deepened the kiss, his body leaning more against hers. Hilary moaned as she felt him rub against her swollen core, the lightweight fabric of her sundress making it easy to feel the heat of his body against hers. His weight lowered completely on top of her and she shuddered with the effort of holding her body open to him, when all she wanted to do was wrap her arms and legs around him.

  But she was rewarded as he rocked against her, his hands sliding up her arms and back down again, making her back arch as her arms tingled in the wake of his touch. The only way she could truly respond was with her mouth; she sucked on Liam's tongue and his grip on her tightened as he became almost painfully hard against her soft, sensitive mound. She wriggled beneath him, trying to find a more comfortable position, and gasped as his hips slid down and the bulge at the front of his jeans rasped over her clit.

  Pulling away, Liam was kneeling between her thighs, his eyes practically glowing with the light of the moon, powerful and sexy, his hands pushing up her skirt. The fabric bunched around her hips, and he chuckled as he revealed her bare skin and the soft curls covering her mound.

  "You wear panties to Stronghold, but not here?" he asked, sliding one finger between her wet lips and making her shudder as it stroked her clit.

  "Sometimes I like to surprise you," she said, teasingly.

  Liam shook his head, still smiling down at her, as he slid his finger back and forth between her folds, gathering the juices and spreading them over her clit, making the little nubbin swell even more. She whimpered, hips lifting slightly, knowing that he was watching his finger move through her slick folds, seeing the glistening juices as he coated her clit with them. "Bring your hands down and pull down your straps, I want to see your breasts."

  Breasts that tingled as soon as he said that, her already firm nipples hardening even more. She pulled down the straps of her sundress, lowering her top so that her dress was only covering her middle. They'd never done anything like this outside, and she was finding it incredibly exciting to feel the slight breeze on her skin, to be able to look up and see the stars. She was exposed to the whole world, and yet they were completely alone in their intimacy.

  "Gorgeous," Liam said, as she exposed herself to him. "Cup them and pinch your nipples."

  A thrill ran through her. Hilary didn't consider herself an exhibitionist, she and Liam preferred to play in private, e
ven at Stronghold, but when he ordered her to do things so that he could watch, it always aroused her more than she thought possible. She was always the focus of his attention, but when he watched her touch herself, she felt it even more so. It was sexy, wanton, and so much more exciting than when she'd masturbated by herself.

  She moaned, arching as she pinched her nipples and Liam slid a finger into her, making her insides clench tightly around him, wanting more. A smart slap on her inner thigh kept her legs from beginning to close and she moaned as the slight pain went through her. Just a bit of a sting, now and then, was hot. She'd never be a good match for a sadist, but for Liam she was just perfect.

  "Use your left hand to play with your pussy."

  His voice was hoarse as he added a second finger to the one that was already pumping back and forth inside of her, the pads of his fingers rubbing over her g-spot and making her writhe. It was an unusual request because of how specific it was, and as his eyes latched onto her hand, watching it slide over her belly, she realized why he'd specified which hand. He wanted to see the ring on her finger as she stroked her folds, rubbing her fingers over her clit, sliding them around her slick folds and parting them so that he could keep thrusting his own fingers inside of her. The combination of sensations was dizzying.

  This was the first time she'd ever touched herself while he was fingering her, so that she was being stroked both inside and out. Her other hand kneaded her breast as she watched him watch their fingers, moving together to pleasure her.

  ******

  The moonlight glinted off of Hilary's ring, making it sparkle as brightly as the stars, while her fingers glided over her swollen folds and clit. His own, thicker digits were buried inside of her, coated in her cream as they retreated, and gathering more whenever he pushed back in. It was fascinating, watching her slimmer fingers moving around his, the shining ring a stunning counterpoint to the beauty of her pink folds.

  She was laid out before him like a fertility goddess, and he couldn't help thinking towards the future when they'd be trying for children. Not too soon, but in the future. Reaching up, he cupped the breast that she wasn't touching, so that they each had one hand on her breasts and one on her pussy. His honey-girl whimpered, the hot walls of her pussy closing around his fingers as she strained to keep her legs open to the point where she'd originally placed them. The struggle to obey him, even as her body demanded that she move, made his cock throb.

  "Liam-" Her body shuddered as she gasped, pussy tightening around his fingers. The breathy, husky way she said his voice would have put him on his knees if he hadn't already been there. He rolled her nipple, thrusting his fingers into her pussy, harder and faster.

  "Come for me honey-girl..."

  Hilary keened as her hips lifted, her fingers rubbing furiously over her clit, making the sparkling ring flash in the moonlight. They both pinched her nipples and she writhed as her pussy spasmed around his fingers. She cried out, calling out his name again as her back arched, her legs coming together involuntarily, pressing against his outer thighs.

  Fucking gorgeous.

  He could spend the rest of his life just watching his honey-girl climax over and over again. Hell, he planned to.

  The flutters of her pussy against his fingers slowed, her own frantic rubbings becoming slower and gentler, moving in massaging circles over her clit as she sighed with repletion. Liam released her breast, his fingers still stroking her insides as he released his cock from the tight confines of his jeans. Reluctantly, he had to slide his fingers from the warm haven of her body to tug off his shirt.

  She looked up at him, satiated and sleepy-eyed, her fingers still making small rotations over her clit as she gently tugged on her nipple. Because he hadn't told her to stop touching herself.

  "You're so fucking perfect," he murmured, leaning over her. His lips brushed hers. "Put your arms around my neck and don't let go."

  "Yes, Liam."

  His lips took hers as she said his name, her hands sliding around the back of his neck as he pressed his aching cock to the wet heat of her center. Her pussy was swollen and creamy, sensitive from her orgasm, and she whimpered against his mouth as he began to slide into her. Swallowing her moan, he invaded her with his tongue at the same time as he did his cock, filling her completely and joining them in every way he could.

  He wanted to bury himself inside of her, connect them from the inside out. The cool ring of metal against his shoulder, the knowledge that it was her engagement ring, made his need for her rise even higher. Hilary moaned as he shifted his hips, pulling out of her, and thrusting back in. The snug heat of her body welcomed him home, her legs moving to spread wide, cradling his hips, her feet planted on the ground so that she could move with him.

  Softness pressed against his chest, his hips, her feminine scent surrounding him, the musk of her arousal spiking in his brain. Sweet, husky moans came from her throat as he moved over her, inside of her, drawing her arousal back out of her and sending her back up the slope towards her peak. The heat of summer was nothing compared to the slick heat of her body.

  Fingers twined their way through his hair, right above the base of his skull, and a shudder of sensation went through him.

  "Liam... oh god..."

  He licked the salt from her neck, kissing and sucking at her skin, not caring if he left a mark. Their movements became wilder, less inhibited, and Hilary writhed beneath him. The spasms of her walls around his cock were making his balls ache as he fought of his impending orgasm, wanting to ensure she reached her own pleasure first.

  "Please... Liam... oh fuck..."

  "Fuck... Hilary!" He loved it when she cursed, even if it was just the f-bomb dropped out of that prim little mouth. Capturing her lips again, he kissed her hard, before pulling his head away as he began to pound into her.

  Pinpricks of pain slid through his pleasure as her nails dug into his shoulders, his honey-girl arching beneath him. Her thighs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper, and he rubbed his body against hers, trapping her clit between them and tormenting it with delightful friction.

  "LIAM!" Her cry bounced around the night sky, full of pleasure and passion, and Liam finally gave into his body's urges and let loose the reins of his self-control.

  He could hear the ecstatic sob in her voice as he moved hard and fast, the delightful burn sending her orgasm soaring as she clung to him. The convulsions of her body around his cock as she came apart beneath him sent spears of pleasure up his back. He groaned her name as he tensed above her, slamming hard into her and circling his hips while she clamped down around him, her pussy milking his cock as it swelled and began to pump jet after jet of hot cream into her body.

  The intensity of his orgasm was so great that if his muscles hadn't been locked into place, he might have collapsed while he emptied himself into her.

  They stayed locked together, sharing slow, lingering kisses and caresses as he shrank inside of her. She twisted his hair around one of her fingers, sighing happily, and shifting slightly beneath him.

  "I love you."

  "I love you, too."

  Hilary giggled, and it was such a happy little joyful noise that it didn't seem inappropriate at all in the moment. He kissed her nose and she giggled again. Then her eyes looked past him and got wide.

  "Look!"

  Of course, trying to twist around and see whatever she was looking at while they were still intimately connected caused an immediate problem. Laughing, they untangled themselves and Hilary pulled up the straps of her dress, covering her breasts.

  Grinning, she kept gazing up at the sky, her head tilted back so that he could see the long line of her neck. Tempting to start kissing it again. "Did you see?"

  "See what?" he asked.

  "The shooting star!"

  "No, but I'm sure there'll be more."

  She gave him a woeful look, obviously disappointed that he'd missed out on the sight. Liam laughed and pulled her down beside him so that she could rest
her head on his arm. It was too hot out to really cuddle, but he liked feeling her hair brushing against his skin, and having her close by.

  "Aren't you going to put your dick away?" she asked, poking his side. Immediately the organ in question twitched.

  "If you keep using dirty words then I'll be putting it back in you," he threatened, leering at her. Hilary giggled and poked him again, making him rub his side with his free hand.

  "I want to watch the stars, and if you do that, I'll forget all about them again."

  Giving her a long-suffering sigh that made her laugh again, Liam grinned and reached down with one hand to tuck himself back into his jeans. Although he hadn't minded being so exposed, he knew his prissy little honey-girl would feel better if they were both covered up. Even though no one else was around.

  Besides, he had the rest of their lives to make love to her. Right now, she wanted to see the stars and he was damned if he was going to deny her.

  "Ooo, did you see that one?"

  "Yep."

  "Make a wish."

  "I don't need to."

  About the Author

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