Page 40 of Liar
Two fingers slip in, the feeling so foreign and strange that I both writhe and submit to what he’s doing. My hands ache from clenching into fists for so long and my pillow quickly turns wet from my salivating mouth. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m acting like an animal in heat…
“Inhale, then hold for as long as I tell you to.”
Thorne says it as such an idle aside as he stretches my asshole with three fingers now.
“Ember? Are you listening?”
“Yes,” I manage to breathe out, my fingers digging into the mattress.
“Inhale,” he demands again.
I’m fighting against the instinct to tense up with the desperation to keep breathing, but I do as he says, taking a deep breath and holding it, pressing the side of my face into the pillow and scrunching my eyes shut.
Submit to the feeling.
It’s a pleasurable stretch. Adrenaline shoots into my veins, amplifying all sensations underneath my skin, and I wriggle my butt closer to his fingers.
He pulls them out. “Don’t you dare exhale yet.”
I want to whimper but can’t, keeping my breath locked in my lungs as they burn and beg, the same way my pussy is.
Thorne rises up, aligning his dick with my asshole. The one eye I’m using to track him widens.
He sees. His lips tick up in a closed-mouth smile before he gets back to it, collecting more wetness from my where my pussy is simply dripping now and coating his shaft with it.
His tip prods against my back door with more girth than his fingers. Thorne uses his free hand to hold my hip as he guides his dick in a little bit farther and then a little bit farther still.
My vision’s going dark, the stretch of him competing with my body’s natural reaction to the lack of air by going through the motions anyway. My stomach pitches. My chest rises and falls in a desperate attempt to breathe. My ass muscles must also be contracting because Thorne groans as his tip goes all the way in.
“Your virgin ass is so fucking tight.” His head bows forward. Gritting his teeth, he lifts his chin back up and orders, “Breathe.”
My desperate inhale comes in as a wheeze, the rush of air causing a lightheadedness and the feeling of falling in my chest as though I’ve just taken the deep dive on a roller coaster.
It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am and what I’m doing, my eyes blinking rapidly. I attempt to lift, but a firm hand between my shoulders keeps me down.
“That’s enough ass play,” Thorne muses, mostly to himself. He pulls out, and I hear more than see him shuffle around. The sound of a packet ripping comes next.
A condom, I think. Oh god, this is actually happening. I’m losing my virginity to a psycho…
Yet you don’t see me trying to escape.
I lie there with bated breath as Thorne puts on the condom and comes back behind me. He smacks his hard dick against both my ass cheeks to let me know he’s returned. I arch into him both times.
He gives a tight laugh under his breath. I hope it's because he’s as desperate for me as I am for him. To think he’s been patient and taking his time through all of this, without any desire on his part, is almost too much to bear. My arousal is evident, as the soaked pillow under my hips will attest. His is more mysterious, with only snippets of his hard dick nearby to give me any sense of his horniness.
“I’m…” I pause, hoping for some resonance at this moment, but nothing comes.
Thorne doesn’t ask if I’m ready or if I’ll be all right. I didn’t expect him to. A guy like this doesn’t take virginity with incense and candles.
“Just—be gentle,” I whisper. I doubt he hears me.
Thorne lifts my hips, the tip of his dick now exploring between my lips. He kneads my ass cheeks as he does it, coaxing me to relax. What he doesn’t say, he communicates in actions. That’s as gentle as he’ll be.
I’m wet enough that it doesn’t hurt at first. He pushes in farther, cursing under his breath as I clench around him. “Fuck, Ember, I can’t—I’m not about to go slow.”
“That’s okay—” My reassurance is caught up in a scream into my pillow as he thrusts all the way in, burning through my walls and sending fire into my belly.
Ow, ow, ow!