Page 44 of Veil of Lies

Once the condom was on, he yanked my shorts down to my knees, lifted my thigh a little, and pushed inside me. I moaned as his thick length stretched me wide. I was so fucking wet, he met with no resistance. His hand found my clit. I pulsed with need, squeezing his cock and making him groan against my neck.

“Keep doing that, it feels amazing. You’re so hot and tight. I could spend the rest of the day inside you. Please tell me you have no classes today. I don’t think I can let you go.”

I tried to recall my timetable, but each time he moved inside me, it scrambled my brain.

“Please,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.” My body screamed for release and my brain shut down. I realized I didn’t give a flying fuck what classes I had. Common sense had flown out of the window. Each delicious slide of his thick cock stimulated nerve endings I had no idea existed.

I was so close now, and I could tell he was too. I held on to a muscular thigh as his pace became more erratic. One hand squeezed my breast and the other rubbed my clit. It was all I needed to fall over the edge into ecstasy. My body tightened and released like a spring. The pleasure so was intense I saw stars. Cassie would most likely have heard me cry out, given the wall between our bedroom was so thin. I tried to give a fuck and failed miserably.

Harley groaned as his cock swelled inside me and he came. I slowly came floating back to earth and then I shifted, uncomfortably aware that I needed to pee.

“Bathroom,” I muttered, pulling my shorts back up. He moved his arm and I jumped out of bed, thankful for the dim light in my bedroom. Now the fog of arousal had faded, I was so embarrassed. God, I was such an idiot. Once was a mistake but twice was a choice. There was no way we could do this a third time, or it would definitely be a pattern.

I quickly peed and brushed my teeth while the shower heated up. Maybe if I stayed in here a while, Harley would get the hint and leave. Once the shower was hot, I tossed my clothes in the hamper and jumped in.

Hot water sluiced down my back. I relaxed a little. Perhaps this wasn’t such a disaster. Orgasms were good for my mental health. Whatever else Harley was, he was a rock star when it came to orgasms. My body was definitely more chilled right now. I’d also slept better than I had in ages. So there was two benefits to sleeping with Harley.

Did I want to do it again? I pondered the question as I massaged shampoo into my scalp. Would it be so bad if I did? Part of me did want to do it again. But then there was the attraction I felt to Brax…and Quinn. Jesus, what kind of a slut did that make me? Wanting more than one guy at the same time was just…terrible. And kinda hot.

The shower door opened and Harley stepped under spray with me. He took over the scalp massage and I groaned with pleasure as his talented fingers found all the tight spots at the back of my neck.

“That feels so good,” I told him, conveniently forgetting all about my doubts and earlier embarrassment. It seemed as if my rational brain took a vacation when I was naked with Harley.

“I have many talents,” he chuckled. “Stick around and I’ll show you more of them.”

I snorted with laughter. “Do they all involve being naked?”

“Not all of them, no,” he replied, grabbing a bottle of conditioner and rubbing some into my hair. “But I am particularly talented with my tongue.”

He dropped to his knees and pushed my thighs apart, uncaring about the water cascading over his head. My clit was still swollen and sensitive and I yelped when he licked it, but that didn’t stop him. He pulled me open and thrust his tongue inside my hole, making me squirm with need.

It had been less than 15 minutes since my last orgasm and already I was hovering on the edge of another one. Talented didn’t even begin to describe Harley Jackson. The guy deserved a gold medal in cunnilingus.

No sooner had I come all over his face than he lifted me up and kissed me, hard. I tasted myself on his tongue and moaned at how dirty that made me feel.

“I need to get back inside you,” he groaned when we broke apart. Before I could protest, he dashed out of the shower to fetch another condom and quickly rolled it over his dick. Then he pressed me against the hard tiles and was back inside me. I closed my eyes, lost to sensation. Steam filled the bathroom. My body felt boneless, a thrumming mass of excited nerve endings, all clamoring for release. Harley’s muscles rippled beneath my fingertips as I raked his back with my nails. I wasn’t normally one for leaving visible marks on a guy, but something primal urged me to claim this boy as my own.

I wanted people to know he was mine. It was ridiculous because he definitely wasn’t mine. But the feral side of me didn’t care. I was lost in him. Sucked into a dangerous whirlpool of lust and obsession.

My nails dug into his shoulder as he kissed my neck, sucking the skin hard enough to leave a mark. It seemed I wasn’t the only one doing the claiming. With one last hard thrust, he groaned as he came. I followed him over the edge, my pussy fluttering around his shaft, squeezing every last drop of cum out of him.

We both sank to the floor of the shower in a tangle of limbs. I didn’t have the energy to move, so Harley quickly disposed of the condom, washed both of us down, and then wrapped me in a clean towel. We fell back into bed and drifted back to sleep, his hard body wrapped around mine like a cozy blanket. Outside, the rain continued to pour, blocking the rest of the world out. It was peaceful and I’d never felt so contented.

Was it the calm before the storm?

Probably.

Sleep dragged me under. The rest of the world could go take a hike. I was right where I wanted to be. Allowing Harley to slip past my emotional barriers was undoubtedly a huge mistake, but I didn’t have the energy to care.

Chapter 37

Brax

Normally I gave no shits what people thought of me, but knowing Stella had seen me at my absolute worst disturbed me more than it should have. I still couldn’t remember much of the previous evening other than a few broken snippets from the roof terrace. I just hoped she wasn’t too disgusted by me, although it wasn’t the first time she’d seen me shit-faced.

A smile crossed my face when I remembered the night she arrived. It had been hot as fuck knowing she was watching as Rowena sucked me off. I’d come more than a few times while thinking about that.

My hangover headache lingered like a bad stink. Tylenol had muted it somewhat, but it was still there. Short of getting more sleep, there wasn’t much else I could do. I knew from experience the worst of the effects of tequila abuse would have gone by this evening, so all I had to do was suffer for a few more hours.

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