Page 9 of Loving Liam


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“Don’t worry,” she mouthed, and her eyes sparkled.

A hard cock dug into me. Despite my initial panic, being sandwiched between them spurred me on, and I ran my hands up and down her body. How would this play out?

Strong hands moved from my hips to my crotch and squeezed. I let my head drop backwards and leant on a broad, muscled chest.

I writhed beneath his touch, circling my hips as he ground into me.

Small hands explored under my shirt, tweaking my already erect nipples.

Four hands were definitely better than two, and I groaned at the sensations filling my body. Song after song played, and we kept dancing, three sweat-soaked bodies moving erotically to the steady beat. The guy behind me alternated his attention between me and his girlfriend. He shoved his thigh between her legs, and she rode it, her head thrown back. When he pinched her nipples, she lost control, shuddering through her orgasm.

Turning his attention to me, he gripped my arse, slipped a hand down the front of my jeans, and squeezed.

“I have an idea.” The woman shouted to be heard above the music. She beckoned us, and we followed. My movements were unsteady, as the alcohol I’d drank took hold.

She found a dimly lit circular booth hidden away from prying eyes. I stumbled forward, bracing myself on the table in front of me. The woman slid in first, her eyes glittering as she bit down on her lip. She was enjoying this.

I went next, then her partner, effectively blocking my only way out. I didn’t listen to the alarm bells ringing in my head, carnal lust consuming me.

She spread my legs wide and undid my jeans with tiny, deft fingers. My heart pounded. The thought of being caught excited me.

“What do we have here?” She licked her glistening lips as she released my dick. Going commando had its advantages.

Ignoring the surrounding people, she bent down and took me into her mouth. Her lips stretched around my cock.

Fuck, that felt good.

The man placed wet kisses along my jawline until he found my mouth. He wasted no time thrusting his tongue inside. He held my face in his hands, his quickening breathing loud to my ears.

Sharp nails scratched my balls as she continued to suck my dick. I thrust upwards, forcing it farther into her warm mouth.

She took it like a pro.

The kisses stopped.

“Yeah, suck him, baby. Make him come,” he said, his voice higher than I’d expected. He pressed the heel of his hand to his hard dick.

“Yes, make me come.” I panted.

She released me, and I moaned. Shit, I was so close.

“You should do it. Drain him dry, Stuart. He’s perfect for us, don’t you think?”

I froze. Every ounce of desire disappeared, and my dick deflated. My stomach churned, and bile made its way up my throat.

Jesus, I was gonna puke!

Flashes of that night five years ago hit me. I had to get out of here.

I stood and fought against the powerful arms holding me in place. With a strength stemming from panic, I finally managed to break free. I scrambled over the table and landed on the floor. My vision swam, and my heart drummed loudly.

“Hey, we weren’t done,” she shouted, but I ignored her and got to my feet. I tucked myself away and dashed towards the exit, knocking everyone out of my way. I ran past the bouncers and burst through the door into the cold, wet night.

I sprinted as fast as I could away from them, away from the club, but the memories stayed.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Hearing his name, thinking about him, sent me into a complete state of panic. Would I ever forget? Would I ever be able to move on from the things he’d done to me?

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