Chapter 74: Is This Still Game Night?**
Sophia didn’t hesitate. She shifted her weight, swinging a leg over Liam’s lap and straddling him with a sudden, hungry urgency. As she settled her weight onto him, Liam’s hands reacted instinctively, sliding down from her waist to grip her buttocks. He squeezed hard, his fingers sinking deep into the plush, yielding flesh.
He had expected a certain amount of firmness—perhaps the result of her busy lifestyle—but the sheer, decadent softness of her ass exceeded every expectation. It was a lush, built curves that felt like velvet over muscle, a hidden treasure he was now claiming.
He didn’t know what she had looked like before the system, before the struggles of raising Mateo alone, and in this moment, that void in his memory didn’t matter. The only thing that existed was the heat radiating between them and the way her body molded perfectly against his. Liam was bricked the fuck up because this tension in his body was caused by their little make out session in the car a day ago.
As they kissed, the friction of their movement caused the tie of her robe to loosen and slip. The fabric parted with a soft hiss, sliding off her shoulders to reveal her breasts. Liam pulled back for a split second, his breath hitching as he stared. They were beautiful, full and heavy, with nipples that were already tight, perky peaks. Whether it was the chill of the room or the sheer intensity of her arousal, he didn’t care; he only knew he wanted to taste her.
They dove back into the kiss, their tongues dancing in a feverish rhythm. Sophia began to grind her hips against his crotch, a slow, rhythmic pressure that sent sparks shooting through Liam’s nerves. The "system," the ratings, the societal tiers—all of it vanished. The world shrunk down to the size of the sofa. All he could think about was the throbbing pressure in his pants and the desperate need to bury his shaft deep inside her. He needed that release, and he needed it now.
Liam broke the kiss, trailing a line of wet, hot bites down her neck before burying his face in her chest. He captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Sophia let out a sharp, jagged moan, her fingers digging into his hair and pulling him closer, pressing her breast into his mouth as if she were breastfeeding him.
"Oh... god, Liam..." she gasped, her back arching, her body recoiling in a wave of pure pleasure.
She tried to pull back for a moment, her breathing ragged and shallow. "We... we can’t," she whispered, though her voice was trembling, devoid of any real conviction. "Mateo... he’s right in the next room... we can’t do this..."
But as she spoke, her hips betrayed her, grinding harder against him. Her entire body was running on overdrive, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. She was shaking, her pupils dilated, her voice barely a whimper.
Liam paused, allowing her a few seconds to catch her breath, but he didn’t move his hands from her hips. He could feel it now—a distinct, warm dampness seeping through the fabric of her underwear and his trousers. She was soaking wet, her arousal leaking out and painting the cloth between them.
"You’re making a mess of my trousers, Sophia," Liam murmured, his voice low and husky. He felt her shudder against him. "Wouldn’t it be easier if you did this with my cock out?"
Sophia let out a breathless, shaky laugh, looking down at him with eyes clouded by lust. "I know exactly what you’re planning, Liam."
"I’m just being logical," he countered with a smirk, his grip tightening on her ass. "I didn’t ask for the tip; I’m just suggesting a more... efficient way to handle this mess."
Sophia chuckled, the absurdity of his logic cutting through the tension for a heartbeat. She tried to convince herself that she had the self-control to stop now, to stand up and walk away for the sake of propriety.
But as she looked at his hungry expression, she realized she didn’t want to resist. She wanted to feel him.
Liam reached into his trousers and freed himself. His cock sprang out, thick and fully erect, pulsing with a need that mirrored her own. Sophia gasped at the sight of him, her breath hitching. She shifted her weight, lowering herself so that the head of his shaft pressed directly against her soaking wet slit.
She began to grind on him, the bare skin-to-skin contact sending a jolt of electricity through both of them. It was infinitely better than the fabric. Liam could feel the slickness of her juices lubricating his cock, the friction building with every circular motion of her hips. He felt like he was on the precipice, like he could slip inside her at any second.
"Mmm... fuck, Sophia," Liam moaned directly into her mouth, the sound deep and guttural.
The vibration of his voice sent a violent jolt through her spine. Sophia had no idea it would feel this good; the sensation was overwhelming, stripping away the last of her inhibitions. Her movements became more erratic, her grinding turning into a desperate, searching friction. She was angling herself, tilting her pelvis up, guiding the head of his cock to brush directly against her clit.
Liam felt the shift. He felt the dangerous alignment of their bodies.
"W-Wait... slow down!" Liam tried to warn her, his voice strained as he felt the slick entrance of her pussy yawning open beneath him.
But it was too late. Sophia gave one final, desperate thrust downward, and the tip of his cock found the mark. In one single, fluid, and devastating move, the resistance vanished, and the entire shaft slid home, burying itself deep inside her with a wet, heavy thwack.
Sophia’s head snapped back, a loud, piercing moan escaping her lips as she clamped down around him, her walls squeezing him tight in a welcoming, suffocating grip.