Page 39 of Liar
He bends his face close to mine, waiting patiently with a hooded, desirous stare. I dart my tongue out in experimentation, hitting the edge of his bottom lip. Saltiness coats the tip of my tongue, which slips back into my mouth in surprise.
“I won’t even demand a ‘yes, sir,’ this time. Take it off my face, little pretty. Or else I’ll be forced to fuck you until I pull out and spill all over your face.”
That wakes me up.
Lifting my legs, I can feel the soft fuzz and bareness of his skin. Thorne’s slipped out of his pants and has centered himself at my entrance, his dick pressing into my heat, then pulling back. His tight breaths dust the lower half of my face, maintaining control, but I don’t know for how much longer.
That’s when it hits me. Thorne’s as desperate for me as I am for him.
My eyes flutter all the way open, meeting the yin and yang of his. “Say please,” I whisper.
His stare narrows in warning. “Don’t test me.”
My pulse skitters in warning, but I persevere. “Say, ‘please, Ember.’”
Thorne growls, his eyes somehow reflecting brighter than the light in this room. “The only person begging in this room will be you.” He pushes, deeper this time—almost too deep. And he’s not wearing protection. Thorne’s head angles as he watches my thoughts flit across my expression like he knows exactly the dangers he’s playing with.
“You’re soaked enough that one thrust is all it will take,” he says with a grin.
Damn him.
I lift with sore neck muscles, sliding my tongue across his closed, smart-ass mouth and collecting my juices along the way. Despite my frustration with him, something is deliciously hot about mixing my taste with the tang of his skin, the potent cocktail zinging against my tastebuds as my mouth waters for more. I scrape the pad of my tongue across the stubble on his cheeks, going slow and maintaining eye contact as he stays unbearably still, submitting to my licks and sucks like a marble carving would.
Except … a statue doesn’t tremble under its stone. Muscles don’t strain as they maintain their position on either side of me, the tendons of his arms bursting out of skin as he knuckles the bed.
His cock rests against the soft hair at my apex, but his hips sway in a gentle pump, his precum turning into lube as he instinctively strokes against my belly while I tongue him toward ecstasy.
When I lift my hands to scrape my fingers down his back, he jerks his head away. “Enough.”
Contrition sings along my veins. He’s sensitive back there because of me. While he won’t let me see them, I know what marks his flawless form now.
An apology would only piss him off. Instead, I say, “Yes, sir.”
I say it with such sass that his brows come down. Then a sharp-edged smile takes its place. “What was I thinking, taking you for the first time in a missionary position? You deserve to be on your stomach where you can collect my cum on the small of your back.”
Anger flashes through me, and I rear up on my elbows. The Cum Bucket nickname isn’t something I want to hear right now.
Thorne chuckles. “Relax, Ember. I’m about to be your undoing. You’ll be so spent when I’m through that you won’t care where my cum lands.”
The cockiness should be a turn-off.
It really isn’t.
Thorne rises on his knees, his cock jutting out like a sword. I stare—aghast every time I see it, it’s so big—and he takes that opportunity to flip me over, nestling a pillow under my hips and spreading my ass cheeks before I can so much as say, “Huh?”
“I’m not a goddamned blow-up doll.” My voice is muffled from my face being mashed into a pillow. Scraping my hair out of my face, I lift and crane my neck to stare him down as much as I can from this angle.
“Wrong. Tonight, you’re my little plaything.”
“That’s incredibly—” rude is lost on my lips, a gasp taking its place as Thorne fingers my asshole again.
“What do you think I should take first? Your ass or your pussy?”
“I—” Oh crap, I didn’t sign up for this. “That’s—this isn’t—”
His thumb swoops across my pussy lips, dragging the moisture up and around my anus.
“I don’t think we’ll be needing lube for this.” Amusement vibrates in his throat.