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We haven’t even been at it for half an hour, and I’m coming up to my third. This has never happened to me before, not even with my vibrator. Liam’s hand wraps around my hair and he pulls my head upwards. His lips connect with my neck. “This is better than any of the fantasies I’ve ever had about fucking you, Aliyah Monroe,” he growls in my ear. “I want you to come for me again, princess. Come all over my cock. Coat it in those delicious fucking juices of yours.”
“Oh god!” I’m a mess, my hips pushing back onto him, meeting his thrusts. “I need…”
“What do you need?” he asks me.
“I don’t know,” I cry out.
“I know what you need. I’ve got everything you need buried deep inside your cunt right now. Fucking come for me,” he grunts, increasing his pace, hitting home each time. Then I feel one of his hands curl underneath me, his fingers press into my clit, and like he’s just tapped that huge red detonation button, I come, hard and fast. My body slumps forward, spent. I’m sprawled out on the bed. Liam withdraws his cock and lays his body next to mine. His hand runs up and down my back. “That’s three. Two to go,” he whispers, like it’s some sort of secret between us.
I sigh into the bedsheets. I don’t think I can do this two more times. Like I said, I’m spent. And then he rolls me over to my side, his body flush against my back. Liam lifts my leg, placing it on top of his, and I feel him slide into me. Gently. His hand cups my breasts, alternating between massaging and tweaking my nipple. He continues to slide in and out of me with slow, languid movements. Almost like he’s trying to savor the connection between us.
“Do you feel it?” he asks.
“Feel what?”
“How fucking good we are together. It’s like your body was designed for my cock.”
“Mmhmm,” I mumble, pushing my ass against him, trying to get him to speed things up a bit. This whole slow-movements and tender-touches bullshit is too intimate, and it’s going to trick my head into thinking this is more than what it is.
Liam grips my hip to hold me still. “Let me take my time with you, Aliyah,” he says, his mouth pressed to the shell of my ear. “I’m not ready to be done with you yet.”
Not yet, but soon. Two more to go, right?
That’s when my walls start to creep back up. I need to protect myself. I close my eyes, clench my core to squeeze his cock, and moan. I make my legs quiver, mimicking the aftershocks of another orgasm. When I’m done, Liam pulls out and rolls me over so I’m flat on my back. He positions himself between my legs and stares down at me, his eyebrows drawn together.
“What’s wrong?” he asks me.
“Nothing. Why?”
“Bullshit. You just tried to fake an orgasm. What the fuck is wrong?” he repeats.
“I didn’t fake anything.”
He lifts a single eyebrow.. “Yes, you did. I’m not some chump who can’t tell the difference between a womancomingand a womanfaking it.”
I don’t even know what to say to that. How the hell could he tell? I’ve faked plenty of orgasms before, and guys never seem to know the difference.
“Aliyah, you need to tell me what’s wrong. Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” he asks, pulling back so that he can check over every inch of my body. I have no idea what he’s looking for, or what he thinks he’ll find.
“No, I just… I don’t know. That was intimate. We’re supposed to be fucking, Liam. That’s what this is, not whatever it was you were trying to do.”
Without saying a word, he gets off the bed and walks into the bathroom before slamming the door behind him. I look up at his ceiling with a sigh.
Great, now he’s pissed off. What the hell did I say that could have possibly pissed him off? I mean, thisisjust fucking. Isn’t it?
ChapterTwenty-Four
Iwalk out of the bathroom after I’ve had time to put my emotions in check and cool off. Too fucking intimate, my ass.
It’s just fucking.That’s what she said.
I should be embracing that, glad she only wants to fuck me and nothing more. But for the first time in my life, I want themore. I don’t know when that switch happened. It sure as hell started out with me just wanting to fuck her. The woman’s fucking hot. I mean, who wouldn’t want to fuck her? And, then, somehow, it shifted to me wantingher. Not just her body, but her.
When I find the bed empty, my blood goes cold. “Aliyah?” I call out, leaving the bedroom and heading down the hall. I wasn’t in the bathroom that long, so where the fuck did she go? “Aliyah?” I call out again, only to be met with silence. She fucking left.
I storm back into my bedroom and throw on a pair of sweats and a shirt. I pick up my keys—thankfully I left my car in the garage before going to the bar tonight. She can run all she wants, but I’ll chase. For one, I need to make sure she actually gets home all right. And two, I really need to find out what the fuck happened. Why would she fake an orgasm after having three really fucking good, really fuckingrealones?
I jump into my car, drive over to her apartment, and park out on the street. I know I shouldn’t enter the code to her building, the one I might have memorized after the first time I saw her type it in. Knowing I shouldn’t doesn’t stop me from doing it, though. I slide into the elevator and enter the same code. It’ll take me right up to her apartment. As soon as I step foot inside her foyer, I know she’s here. I can hear the shower running. I head to her bedroom, sit on her bed, and wait. Her male roommate—AKA Casper, your friendly neighborhood cat—comes and plops down on my lap.
