Vicious Lies (Lies 1)

He doesn’t answer me. He walks silently toward me, his feet sounding loud and heavy.

He’s trying to scare me, prepare me, for what he’s about to do to me.

But I’m one step ahead of him.

He squats down in front of me and takes my hand in his.

“You smell that?” I ask, my voice is raspy.

He lifts my fingers to his face and takes a deep inhale. There is no mistaking what my fingers smell like: sex.

He growls low and deep. The sound vibrates through my body—the missing piece to my arousal.

He grips me hard on the biceps, pinning me against the wall with his legs between my knees and thighs.

I don’t know what he has planned as punishment for me, and I don’t care.

Right now, I need to come. I need to chase the demons inside my head away.

I grab Langston’s hand and tear it from my bicep. He thinks I’m going to fight him, that I can’t handle his touch. Just the opposite. My body is begging for a man’s touch.

I spread my legs wider. And although I can’t see Langston’s face, I know he’s shocked.

His heart rate is about to double in speed.

Carefully, I pull his fingers to my mouth and suck viciously. I let my teeth scrape harder than I should, but I want his fingers nice and wet before he touches me. Then, I glide his fingers to my entrance.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

His fingers don’t move from my slit, but they don’t push inside me either.

I’m impatient and needy. I won’t wait.

I grab his hand and push his fingers inside me.

I gasp as I grip onto his shirt with one hand, and keep my other around his wrist.

“Fuck me, Langston.”

I guide his hand in and out. Eventually, he starts moving his fingers in and out on his own accord.

My head falls back against the wall, and I spread open wider for him so he can get deeper inside me.

Langston takes full advantage.

“Yes,” I moan as he pounds his fingers inside me.

I bite my lip, and he pushes again and again.

“More,” I breathe. “I need more.”

It takes him a moment to catch my meaning, but he pushes a second, then a third finger, inside.

“Oh, god, yes!” I moan, no longer forming coherent thoughts in my head.

It feels incredible, but he has yet to touch my clit. Probably because he thinks if he doesn’t touch me there, then I won’t gain pleasure. Then this is still a form of punishment.

Ha.