“Sasha, what – ” He held his hands in the air, his eyes ablaze as he stared at me in question. “What the hell is going on?”
“I was about to ask you the same exact thing. Why the hell of all people are you letting Jenna Pettit rub up on you?”
Liam blinked. “What?”
I wanted to tear at my hair. I shoved him as he tried again to come near me. “You and Jenna! Just now. You had your hand practically on her ass and your mouth an inch from her face. I know you’re supposed to play it up to the girls during these parties but wouldn’t it be common sense not to do that with her? She shouldn’t have even been let in!”
Liam ran his hand over his jaw, distracted. “Who are you talking about right now?”
“Aria’s cousin, Liam! She practically lives to piss me off, and it’s humiliating for me to walk in here and see you loving every second of her draped all over you!” My chest heaving, I watched in hot disbelief as Liam raked his eyes over my body. “Don’t you dare touch me right now,” I hissed as he wordlessly closed the gap between us. “Liam, I swear to God – ”
“For fuck’s sake, Sasha,” Liam muttered hungrily. No matter how hard I swatted him away, he kept coming back. “Get over here.” Biceps flexed, he grabbed me and held me still, the air between us scorching as he pressed me up against the table. “Look at me, Sasha. Look me in the eye and trust me when I say I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I had no idea that was her, alright?” Liam growled. “I’d barely recognize that girl on the street let alone at a costume party. Half the time, I don’t remember her fucking name,” he argued hotly, curling his fingers into my skirt. I pushed them away but he hooked them right back. This time, I couldn’t push him away if I tried. He was using all his strength on me now and I was no match whatsoever for that. “Listen to me, Sasha,” Liam murmured intensely. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize her. I’m sorry I gave her any sort of satisfaction but I need you to remember that she’s one of a hundred meaningless conversations I’ve had tonight and if you want, I’ll go down there right now and tell her to her face. I’ll tell her that I’m a hundred percent fucking yours and I don’t plan on fucking anyone but you for the rest of my life. But I have a feeling you’d be against that.”
I clenched my teeth. Goddamnit. He was telling the truth – I was slowly recognizing that. But my costume still felt like it was squeezing my breasts as I breathed heavy, glaring at Liam with the stubborn need to be pissed.
“Sasha – ”
“Alright,” I cut him off, shaking my head at him when he broke into a wicked grin at my snappy defensiveness. “Do not laugh at me,” I muttered, biting back the smile that threatened my lips.
“Fine.” Liam stepped closer – as close as he could possibly be without our lips grazing. “Can I at least touch you?”
“No.” I hoisted myself up on the table and turned my head every which way to avoid his kiss. He laughed something so low and sexy I had to groan, annoyed with how he turned me on without effort. I put my hand on his chest to push him away but he held it there. Cursing under my breath, I scratched him, biting my lip at the twitch I felt under his rock-hard muscle. “God, Liam.” I had to grin. “You suck.”
“Yeah?” He spread my legs and through my panties drew his finger over my pussy. “I can suck right here if you want me to.” My jaw dropped as Liam circled my clit. He kept his touch firm but his pace slow and languorous on me, as if he wanted to savor my every breath of reaction. His lips curled coolly upward when he felt me pulsing against him. “Baby.” He rumbled deeply when he palmed my pussy, feeling just how soaking wet he’d gotten me in barely ten seconds. Studying me, Liam wet his lips, his eyes trailing all over my body and finally landing between my thighs. “Lift your hips up for me.”
My heart thumped. I gazed over the railing of our private booth. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to eat your pussy,” he replied easily. “And I’m going to make you come a second time after that, when I fuck you on this table.”
I swallowed. I didn’t want to get caught but I also knew well from Liam’s tone that his mind was already made. He smirked at my nervous look.
“You couldn’t possibly have thought that you could walk into my party wearing something like that and not get me hard as a fucking rock. Now lift your hips for me.”
I wanted to fight against the idea of another risky, public fuck but before I knew it, my panties were on the floor, my stepbrother kneeling at the edge of the table with his tongue running over the length of my soaking wet pussy. My legs draped over his broad shoulders as he licked ravenously between my thighs, sucking gently on my clit and flicking his tongue over it with purpose, to elicit my reaction. Back arched, I gripped the edges of the table, every sharp cry of pleasure lost in the noise of the party. Several floors below us was the deejay booth. The beat of the bass was deafening and it hummed against my naked back as Liam slid his tongue over every inch of my sex, lapping at my juices, tasting me like the sweetest of honeys. My orgasm was mounting within seconds and it seemed as if Liam knew the exact moment before my release because suddenly, he stopped.
“No!” I cried, still protesting as he turned me onto my stomach. Yanking me to the edge of the table again, he squeezed my ass, spreading me with both hands to bury his face into my pussy from behind. I yelped in shock and pleasure. I’d never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and somehow, it only made me feel hotter, more sensitive than ever before. I felt every inch – every hot millimeter of Liam’s tongue entering me and thrusting inside me with unreal force.
He barely gave me time to recover when I came. Within seconds, he had me straddling him as he sat in the booth, his hands fisting my hips as he lifted me onto his smooth, pulsing tip. “Sit on my cock, Sasha,” he ordered, gazing down as his aching sex enteri
ng mine. The second I sunk all the way down on him, he groaned, grasping my skirt like a harness and holding my hips just above his so he could control the pace, slamming himself upward into me and drawing a sharp cry from my lips with every violent thrust. “Good girl,” Liam murmured as I gripped the seatback behind him and pulled myself up another few inches, giving him room to fuck me harder. “You like my cock all the way inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped for breath as he stretched and filled me, so casual in his complete possession of me. Leaning back, he grinned, watching as he thrust my breasts nearly out of their confines.
“Christ,” he grunted, staring at the mix of oil and sweat that shone on my skin as I bounced. “I could come inside you right fucking now,” Liam muttered, his eyes fixated on my tits as he yanked my hips down to meet his every menacing thrust.
“Do it,” I breathed as he picked up his pace, grinning when my nipples finally sprung free from my top. I moaned to the ceiling as he leaned forward to suck on them. “Give me your cum, Liam, I want it.”
“Fuck, I love hearing you say that,” Liam growled, arching my back over the table behind me. Breathing hard, I lay there for him, giving him full control and watching his eyes light on fire as he soaked in the full view of my body – my flushed cheeks, my shaking breasts, my naked pussy taking every last push and pull of his savage length. “You’re mine, Sasha,” Liam said, his posture tightening now. “Those lips. These tits. This perfect fucking pussy – every part of you, Sasha. Every inch of your body belongs to me.” He pulled me down to the very base of his cock, watching my mouth part and quiver as he held me there. Flattening his palms over my stomach, he pushed them greedily up my body, running his hands all over me. He squeezed and groped me, rubbing his sweat into my skin. It felt dirty and wild and wrong, but I was quickly coming to learn that I liked that with him. I simply hadn’t known myself before. I hadn’t known that I enjoyed a bit of danger. Not until being with Liam.
Filled with a sudden gratitude, I took control. I rocked against him. My lips spread in a slow grin as I squeezed his strong hands over my breasts. I reveled in his every grunt as I swiveled my hips with control around him. “Holy fuck, Sasha,” Liam exhaled. My eyes were still closed but I could hear the awe in his voice as I took the reigns. “Holy fucking Christ, yes… fuck yes, baby, ride my cock. Just like that, baby.” Sweat beaded over my skin as I sat up on Liam, our skin hot and sticky as we pressed our naked chests to one another. My thighs burned as I bounced on his cock, and I felt a fierce orgasm gripping every muscle inside me.
I was seconds from exploding when I heard the stampede of steps bounding up the stairs toward us.
Chapter Nineteen