by Stella Rhys
And the second I realized who that girl was, my jaw clenched so tight I nearly cracked my molars.
“What the fuck?”
My words were lost in the din of music and screaming but somehow, I caught only Jenna’s attention as she hugged Liam’s muscled arm between her as-good-as-naked breasts, covered in just two jewel-adorned stickers shaped like mermaid shells. Her eyes lit right up when they met with mine, and she threw me one of her signature winks before going up on her toes to whisper into Liam’s ear.
White-hot flames lapped at my skin as I watched his hand slide down her back and settle just above her ass, his fingertips almost touching its curve. The heat crawled up my neck and to my cheeks as Jenna then tipped Liam’s chin down to lock his gaze strictly on her. She whispered something an inch from his lips and when he laughed, she peered at me from the corner of her eye, with satisfaction so smug it actually balled my hands into fists.
“Liam.” I didn’t recognize my own voice when I got to him. I was furious and jealous and possessive. And hot. He was shirtless and strapped in leather and metal, his six-pack rippling in a way that forced my stare. Maybe it was the costume but he looked bigger, more cut than usual – like he belonged in some sweaty, sexy Hollywood blockbuster about warrior kings or Ancient Rome. He looked so ridiculously gorgeous but I could barely appreciate it or the way his eyes immediately devoured me.
“Sasha.” His hand fell away from Jenna’s body as he stepped toward me, but I stepped back, furious and hating that I was showing it because Jenna clearly loved it, feeding off my anger as per usual.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” she pouted innocently. With Liam’s eyes on me, she flashed me a despicably satisfied look, running the tip of her tongue along the upper row of her teeth and mouthing, “You mad?”
I couldn’t help that I was. Not just mad, though. Fuming. Grabbing Liam’s hand, I nodded upstairs. “Liam. Can I talk to you in private, please?”
In no time, we were ascending the small flight of stairs into a private booth within the mezzanine. The second Liam put his hands on me I shoved him away.
“Sasha, what – ” He held his hands in the air, his eyes ablaze as he stared at me in question. “What the hell is going on?”
“I was about to ask you the same exact thing. Why the hell of all people are you letting Jenna Pettit rub up on you?”
Liam blinked. “What?”
I wanted to tear at my hair. I shoved him as he tried again to come near me. “You and Jenna! Just now. You had your hand practically on her ass and your mouth an inch from her face. I know you’re supposed to play it up to the girls during these parties but wouldn’t it be common sense not to do that with her? She shouldn’t have even been let in!”
Liam ran his hand over his jaw, distracted. “Who are you talking about right now?”
“Aria’s cousin, Liam! She practically lives to piss me off, and it’s humiliating for me to walk in here and see you loving every second of her draped all over you!” My chest heaving, I watched in hot disbelief as Liam raked his eyes over my body. “Don’t you dare touch me right now,” I hissed as he wordlessly closed the gap between us. “Liam, I swear to God – ”
“For fuck’s sake, Sasha,” Liam muttered hungrily. No matter how hard I swatted him away, he kept coming back. “Get over here.” Biceps flexed, he grabbed me and held me still, the air between us scorching as he pressed me up against the table. “Look at me, Sasha. Look me in the eye and trust me when I say I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I had no idea that was her, alright?” Liam growled. “I’d barely recognize that girl on the street let alone at a costume party. Half the time, I don’t remember her fucking name,” he argued hotly, curling his fingers into my skirt. I pushed them away but he hooked them right back. This time, I couldn’t push him away if I tried. He was using all his strength on me now and I was no match whatsoever for that. “Listen to me, Sasha,” Liam murmured intensely. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize her. I’m sorry I gave her any sort of satisfaction but I need you to remember that she’s one of a hundred meaningless conversations I’ve had tonight and if you want, I’ll go down there right now and tell her to her face. I’ll tell her that I’m a hundred percent fucking yours and I don’t plan on fucking anyone but you for the rest of my life. But I have a feeling you’d be against that.”
I clenched my teeth. Goddamnit. He was telling the truth – I was slowly recognizing that. But my costume still felt like it was squeezing my breasts as I breathed heavy, glaring at Liam with the stubborn need to be pissed.
“Sasha – ”
“Alright,” I cut him off, shaking my head at him when he broke into a wicked grin at my snappy defensiveness. “Do not laugh at me,” I muttered, biting back the smile that threatened my lips.
“Fine.” Liam stepped closer – as close as he could possibly be without our lips grazing. “Can I at least touch you?”
“No.” I hoisted myself up on the table and turned my head every which way to avoid his kiss. He laughed something so low and sexy I had to groan, annoyed with how he turned me on without effort. I put my hand on his chest to push him away but he held it there. Cursing under my breath, I scratched him, biting my lip at the twitch I felt under his rock-hard muscle. “God, Liam.” I had to grin. “You suck.”
“Yeah?” He spread my legs and through my panties drew his finger over my pussy. “I can suck right here if you want me to.” My jaw dropped as Liam circled my clit. He kept his touch firm but his pace slow and languorous on me, as if he wanted to savor my every breath of reaction. His lips curled coolly upward when he felt me pulsing against him. “Baby.” He rumbled deeply when he palmed my pussy, feeling just how soaking wet he’d gotten me in barely ten seconds. Studying me, Liam wet his lips, his eyes trailing all over my body and finally landing between my thighs. “Lift your hips up for me.”
My heart thumped. I gazed over the railing of our private booth. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to eat your pussy,” he replied easily. “And I’m going to make you come a second time after that, when I fuck you on this table.”
I swallowed. I didn’t want to get caught but I also knew well from Liam’s tone that his mind was already made. He smirked at my nervous look.
“You couldn’t possibly have thought that you could walk into my party wearing something like that and not get me hard as a fucking rock. Now lift your hips for me.”
I wanted to fight against the idea of another risky, public fuck but before I knew it, my panties were on the floor, my stepbrother kneeling at the edge of the table with his tongue running over the length of my soaking wet pussy. My legs draped over his broad shoulders as he licked ravenously between my thighs, sucking gently on my clit and flicking his tongue over it with purpose, to elicit my reaction. Back arched, I gripped the edges of the table, every sharp cry of pleasure lost in the noise of the party. Several floors below us was the deejay booth. The beat of the bass was deafening and it hummed against my naked back as Liam slid his tongue over every inch of my sex, lapping at my juices, tasting me like the sweetest of honeys. My orgasm was mounting within seconds and it seemed as if Liam knew the exact moment before my release because suddenly, he stopped.
“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 enteri
ng 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 t
he 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.
