Page 126 of Filthy Lies


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He knew I likedHalowhen that was more top secret than Area 51’s real purpose. I knew he had a weird obsession with rom-coms that he let me tease him about.

No, nerves had no place here. Ghosts of the past didn’t either.

“Can I?” I whispered.

“Always.”

So, I angled my chin up and let my mouth press against his this time.

For a moment, neither of us did anything. We just stayed like that. Then I laved my tongue over his bottom lip, tasting remnants of the sour sweetness from the candy I’d rested there, and he groaned again.

That sound was hardwired into my senses.

It was a catalyst—one my body responded to. One that had my hands reaching for his shoulders and gripping them. Not to push away but to pull closer.

His lips parted and I thrust my tongue in deep. No hesitation. No thinking. Just feeling. And it felt better than good, and he tasted better than good too.

I sighed as he let me play, let me take charge this time. His tongue slid against mine, going slow where I was starting to speed up. The sensations began to build. Cravings stirring to life that I didn’t think I’d ever experienced before.

As I slid into the bizarre realization that waswantinghim, I released a whimper as I tilted my head so I could get closer.

Fuck, even that wasn’t enough.

I could feel the fire in my veins starting to flicker everywhere, making my heart race and my skin flush.

My hands reached up to cup his face. Without knowing I was doing it, I dragged my fingers through his hair and he immediately jerked back.

For a second, we were both frozen.

Then I remembered.

He didn’t like anyone gripping his hair.

We stared at each other.

Eyes wide open.

And something whispered into my mind:

I will not bend.

I will not break.

That was my mantra.

The truth was—I’d already been broken. I’d already had to bend. That was why I repeated that to myself so often—because it would never happen again. I wouldn’t let it.

But I wasn’t alone.

We were in this together.

We knew what the worst of humanity could do and we were survivors.

Somehow, that laid all our cards on the table. In one fell swoop, we were fully dressed yet totally naked in front of each other.

His nostrils flared as I pushed him back against the couch. Eyes locked on his, I moved slowly, straddling him, giving him time to say no but not stopping until my knees pinned him in place and my pussy found a home above his dick which was hard, despite having pushed one of his triggers.

As we’d done earlier, I rested my forehead on his. “I won’t touch your hair again.”

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