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“No!” I cried, still protesting as he turned me onto my stomach. Yanking me to the edge of the table again, he squeezed my ass, spreading me with both hands to bury his face into my pussy from behind. I yelped in shock and pleasure. I’d never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and somehow, it only made me feel hotter, more sensitive than ever before. I felt every inch – every hot millimeter of Liam’s tongue entering me and thrusting inside me with unreal force.

He barely gave me time to recover when I came. Within seconds, he had me straddling him as he sat in the booth, his hands fisting my hips as he lifted me onto his smooth, pulsing tip. “Sit on my cock, Sasha,” he ordered, gazing down as his aching sex entering mine. The second I sunk all the way down on him, he groaned, grasping my skirt like a harness and holding my hips just above his so he could control the pace, slamming himself upward into me and drawing a sharp cry from my lips with every violent thrust. “Good girl,” Liam murmured as I gripped the seatback behind him and pulled myself up another few inches, giving him room to fuck me harder. “You like my cock all the way inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped for breath as he stretched and filled me, so casual in his complete possession of me. Leaning back, he grinned, watching as he thrust my breasts nearly out of their confines.

“Christ,” he grunted, staring at the mix of oil and sweat that shone on my skin as I bounced. “I could come inside you right fucking now,” Liam muttered, his eyes fixated on my tits as he yanked my hips down to meet his every menacing thrust.

“Do it,” I breathed as he picked up his pace, grinning when my nipples finally sprung free from my top. I moaned to the ceiling as he leaned forward to suck on them. “Give me your cum, Liam, I want it.”

“Fuck, I love hearing you say that,” Liam growled, arching my back over the table behind me. Breathing hard, I lay there for him, giving him full control and watching his eyes light on fire as he soaked in the full view of my body – my flushed cheeks, my shaking breasts, my naked pussy taking every last push and pull of his savage length. “You’re mine, Sasha,” Liam said, his posture tightening now. “Those lips. These tits. This perfect fucking pussy – every part of you, Sasha. Every inch of your body belongs to me.” He pulled me down to the very base of his cock, watching my mouth part and quiver as he held me there. Flattening his palms over my stomach, he pushed them greedily up my body, running his hands all over me. He squeezed and groped me, rubbing his sweat into my skin. It felt dirty and wild and wrong, but I was quickly coming to learn that I liked that with him. I simply hadn’t known myself before. I hadn’t known that I enjoyed a bit of danger. Not until being with Liam.

Filled with a sudden gratitude, I took control. I rocked against him. My lips spread in a slow grin as I squeezed his strong hands over my breasts. I reveled in his every grunt as I swiveled my hips with control around him. “Holy fuck, Sasha,” Liam exhaled. My eyes were still closed but I could hear the awe in his voice as I took the reigns. “Holy fucking Christ, yes… fuck yes, baby, ride my cock. Just like that, baby.” Sweat beaded over my skin as I sat up on Liam, our skin hot and sticky as we pressed our naked chests to one another. My thighs burned as I bounced on his cock, and I felt a fierce orgasm gripping every muscle inside me.

I was seconds from exploding when I heard the stampede of steps bounding up the stairs toward us.

Chapter Nineteen

“Oh my God –
Max!
” I shrieked when he suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs. I pushed myself off of Liam. Need ached between my legs but I scrambled to cover myself up. Liam rushed to help me as he shot a livid look at Max, who was already shielding his eyes and looking away.

“I couldn’t stop her,” he blurted as I saw the familiar figure that had come up the stairs. I wasn’t sure if I was more furious or mortified.

“Jenna –
what the hell
are you doing?” I demanded, tears of humiliation burning my eyes as I knelt helplessly on the table that Liam had been fucking me on a moment ago. I refused to blink as I watched Jenna ignore me to gaze at Liam. Dipping her head downward, she wet her lips.

“Damn, babe. Packing even more than I expected.”

Liam sneered. “You need to get the hell out of here.”

“Please, Liam, you want me here,” Jenna purred. “Don’t pretend you wouldn’t rather be up here fucking me instead of her.”

Oh. My God.
I stared in disbelief as Jenna gathered her hair and tilted her head to the side, making it clear that she was still checking out Liam’s dick.
Is this real life?
I had to ask myself. Her eyes were glassy and she was visibly drunk but still, I couldn’t process the situation. At all. What the hell was happening? Did Jenna Pettit really just interrupt me while I was having sex with Liam?
Again?

I could tell Liam was in shock himself but he glanced at me, giving me his best reassuring look before turning to Max. “Get her out,” he said firmly. But when Max reached to, Jenna jerked away.

“Touch me and I call the cops,” she snapped over her shoulder. Then with a twisted smile she turned to me, watching me fail to wrap my costume back the way that it was. “God. You are beyond pathetic, Sash.”

“Excuse me?”

“You do realize that you literally
drag Liam away
and
fuck
him every time he so much as speaks to me, right? How do you even live when you feel
that
insecure and threatened every day of your life?”

“I’m not going to justify that question with an answer, Jenna, so just get the hell out,” I hissed, covered up again, my shaky legs moving to join Liam at the edge of the table. I glared, waiting for Jenna to say something smart on her way out the door. But instead, she planted her feet.

“No, I think you should leave, Sasha. I could use some alone time with Liam.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Not at all.” Jenna crossed her arms with a placid smile. I wanted to laugh but a dark feeling crawled into my stomach as her smug eyes gazed over the railing, down at the party. “In case you didn’t realize, your sweet sister arrived about ten minute ago, and if you don’t go downstairs to say hi to her now, Sash, I will. And I’ll be sure to include a little story about how I just walked in on you riding your stepbrother’s dick like the sad, needy slut that you are. Matter of fact, I’ll just put it right up on Facebook so everyone can see. How’s that sound to you, hon?” Jenna cooed, gasping in delight when Liam was suddenly an inch from her face.

“You’re insane if you think you can run your mouth to her and get anything but your ass tossed from this party.”

“Promise to do it personally?” Jenna giggled, eyes sparkling at Liam’s seething rage. He wasn’t going to put his hands on a girl. She knew that. So she taunted him, clearly getting off on it. “Anything with your hands and my ass, babe, I’m all about. Let’s not forget how hard you spanked it that night at Sasha’s bar,” Jenna lilted. “We both enjoyed that night – right?”

Liam was livid but for once helpless. I knew he wasn’t used to the feeling, and I could see it eating at him from the inside out. Fury burned in his green eyes. It clenched his every muscle tight enough to bounce a quarter off of. I saw Jenna delighting in every moment of that, as if he was putting on a private show just for her, and I hated it. I hated every second of my life that I let her immaturity have even the slightest effect on. I had too much now to let someone as small as her bother me.

So I indulged my own fury for another second before deciding I’d reached my limit. And without thinking, I stepped between Liam and Jenna, a spark in my head and a calm in my veins

“Listen to me, Jenna. What you’re going to do is leave now, and you’re going to do that without a word to my sister on your way out,” I said. When she laughed, I cut right in. “You were right the other day. I’m too nice. I’ve always been afraid of upsetting people, and that’s why I was always quiet when you and Aria and I hung out. I thought it was awful that you were having an affair with your married boss and sleeping with him while his
kids
were in the house, but I didn’t say any of that. And I kept my mouth shut every time you sent us those texts with pictures of his big apartment and his giant bedroom and all the fancy gifts he bought you. I’m sure you never would’ve sent all that to me if I weren’t such a nice girl because to a nice girl, those pictures are just part of a story. But to anyone else, it’s incriminating stuff. It’s the kind of dirt that would get you into a lot of trouble.”

My heart beat fast but steady, and I felt a sick sense of satisfaction flood my veins as Jenna’s face went from a lovely bronze to an impossibly beet red.

“To be clear, I don’t actually want to do anything like forward your texts and pictures to your employer, but if you decide you want to pull the blackmail card, Jenna, then two can play that game,” I said evenly. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Max press the end of his fist against his mouth, stifling his reaction.

“You would fucking never,” Jenna hissed, her flushed face growing blotchy the way it did when she was truly furious.

“No. Normally, I wouldn’t. But if you don’t play fair, I won’t either,” I said plainly. “Guess I’m not as nice as you thought.”

Eyes wild, Jenna stammered, starting about a dozen different sentences but finishing none. She went through a range of emotions, shaking her head then laughing bitterly then sizing me up like she wanted to fight. But it all amounted to nothing.

“Fuck you, Sasha, you’re a
fucking bitch
,” was the best she did before shoving past a laughing Max and pounding her heels down the stairs. I could practically feel the smile on Liam’s lips as he came up behind me and pressed a kiss against the back of my neck. He was quiet for a bit, still laughing and trying to get over what he just saw.

“That was…” He trailed off and breathed out, both of us giving Max a salute as he excused himself back downstairs. “You never fail to surprise me, Sasha.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

Liam turned me around and grinned against my lips as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. “Trust me, it’s never anything but amazing.”

“Good.” Smirking, adrenaline still coursing my veins, I kissed Liam back, feeling powerful as he swelled rock hard in my hand. “I didn’t get to make you come yet,” I reminded him in a murmur, gently hoisting myself onto the table. I brought my knees up and leaned back on my hands, tilting my head as I watched Liam slide his gaze down the length of my pussy, still naked and wet.

I let my hands slide back on the tabletop, leaning back as Liam entered me. Grabbing my ankles, he pulled my legs up in the air, resting them against his muscled shoulders and nipping along my calves. Then with lust-drunk eyes, he gazed down at his cock slamming in and out of my pussy so hard his balls slapped against me with every thrust.

“Take it off again. Show me your tits,” Liam growled, his six-pack clenching. His eyes glazed over as I unwrapped myself for him like a gift. He had the reigns once again but I still felt in control, undressing slowly, enjoying every twitch of his lip as he patiently waited for me to get naked. “God-fucking-damnit, Sasha,” Liam snarled when I was topless again, playing with my breasts and squeezing hard because I knew he loved it. “I love how fucking wet you get for me, baby, you’re such a good girl,” Liam rasped, his gorgeous face contorting with pleasure. Gazing down, he pulled out slowly, leaving just his swollen tip inside me. “My cock is fucking covered, baby,” he breathed, pumping in and out slowly. “You’re fucking dripping on me, you’re so fucking wet.”

He was drunk off my body. I could hear it and I loved it. It made me feel so unbelievable. Like a goddess. My fingers were in my hair now, raking through the voluminous waves as Liam’s pace slowed to something torturously good. He was on top of me now, the weight of his muscle bearing down onto me. I welcomed it, wrapping my legs around him, reveling in the slippery glide of our naked chests against each other as he buried himself inside me.

His words were filthy a second ago but they’d since wound down to a sweet, beautiful murmur in my ears. The rest of the world fell away as he rocked into me, his mouth worshipping me and his hands doing the same. They caressed every part of my body that they could reach, ultimately landing under my jaw as he held my gaze to his.

“I can’t get fucking enough of you, baby. I swear to fucking God.” Liam’s wicked tongue drew against my neck as he ran his fingers over my lips. I sucked one into my mouth, tasting the salt of his skin, reveling in the sound of his groan. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he whispered, his hips grinding against me. I met his every thrust with a moan, feeling him all the way inside, hitting a sweet spot I never knew existed till now. It sent little bolts of lighting to my core and suddenly, without warning, I was falling apart underneath him, crying out without an ounce of control. “Fuck, baby,” Liam groaned, following me into oblivion. Pushing all the way into my pussy, he let his pleasure explode inside me, rewarding me with every hot burst.

We spent the next half hour lying there, our hands still exploring one another, his lips occasionally meeting mine.

After catching our breath, Liam and I left the party. It was unheard of for him to leave before midnight, but at his suggestion, we slipped out through a back door and straight into the car that he’d ordered. At home, we got in the shower, and I let my tired body lean against the cold tile as Liam took his time lathering my skin, washing me off and kissing me deeply as he carried me into his bed. I took my spot on his chest and for the first time since we started, there was no other thought or worry running through my head. Sleeping on the warmth of Liam’s body, his strong arm draped over me protectively, I felt for once nothing but peace and content.