All the Lies (Lies & Truths 1)

I cry out against his cock, my skin prickling and stiffening. Arousal coats my thighs, and I know he can feel it against his tongue.

The intimacy nearly kills me.

“Break for me,” he murmurs against my folds. “Soak me.”

His words magnify the force of my orgasm. It goes on and on until I think it won’t ever stop.

“Open that mouth wider.” He thrusts his hips against my lips, and I do as I’m told.

He pounds a few times before he tenses inside me, and then his cum covers my tongue, my lips, and drips on either side of my mouth and down my neck.

I’m panting, too spent to think or do anything.

Asher isn’t done, though.

His cock glides out of my mouth as he pulls me up to face him. We’re kneeling on the bed, facing one another.

My eyes are droopy, but I can almost see the change on his face, the slip, the…affection.

Before I can analyze it further, his lips collide with mine in a harsh, punishing kiss.

They’re firm and rough, his lips, all-powerful like the rest of him. A rush of desire grips me when I meet his tongue with mine.

He tastes like me.

And I taste just like him.

My fingers thread in his thick strands as I kiss him back with a ferocity that matches mine.

Asher wrenches our lips apart, breathing harshly against my mouth.

“Why the fuck are you kissing me back, Reina?” he breathes against my mouth.

“I’m not supposed to?” I ask, confusion forming a cloud over my head.

“You never do, and you never get on your knees or suck me off.” He briefly closes his eyes. “I don’t know what the fuck to do with you anymore.”

And with that, he grabs his clothes and walks out of the room.

The bitter taste of rejection explodes in my throat, but I don’t give in to it. There’s still hope.

He’ll forgive me.

I will make him.

A week passes and I’m already adjusting to my position on the team.

It’s not easy being a captain. It’s a big responsibility, and some of these girls look at me as if I’m their savior or something.

It’s not that I have a problem being someone’s savior. It’s more like I can’t—not when I don’t even know how to save myself.

I’m glad to have Lucy and Naomi with me. Scratch Naomi, she still has that passive-aggressive attitude, but mostly, she’s good.

Bree is the one who has been giving me the cold shoulder since the incident in the cafeteria. Whenever I decide something at practice, she doesn’t hesitate to point out that we don’t do that, that she and the team still remember even if I forgot.

I put her in her place every time. I even had a one-on-one talk with her to tell her to stop challenging my decisions in front of the team.

The squad wants to go to state, and while I didn’t care much for that before, now I’m invested in their competitive spirit. Until I find my dream, I’ll make theirs come true.