Page 55 of Aim Assist

Snippets of conversation drift by, as people discuss where they're going to eat and other evening plans. No one seems to care about the two of us, despite what I feel is a flashing neon sign above my head. Look here, guys! A girl wants to get railed here! Free tickets!

Liam settles onto the chaise and pulls me between his legs, my back pressed against his solid chest. His arms encircle my waist, his breath hot against my ear, and my entire body shudders with need.

"Are you finally paying attention, angel?" His deep voice sends shivers down my spine.

I lean into him, relishing his warmth and the firmness of his body. Without prompting, even as I see people walking by, I slide my legs open, hooking my legs over his.

"Maybe." The coy words come out of me with ease. It's a thrill to tap into that badass slut inside me. "Depends what you're offering to keep my interest."

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through me. His hands caress along my thighs, rubbing and kneading in a firm, nonsexual massage.

Until his finger slides a little higher, brushing against the edge of my panties for a second.

Only a second. And then it's gone again.

Liam. And. His. Teasing.

Jesus.

"Oh, I have ways of captivating you fully." His fingers skim along the hem of my skirt, but still he does little more than massage my thighs with firm, practiced motions. "But I think you've already forgotten the question."

"What question?"

His lips touch my ear, sending ticklish little shivers down my neck and back. My entire body erupts in goosebumps, and his hands keep my thighs open when I want to slam them shut, seeking friction.

"My username, angel. Are you going to be a good girl and ask for it?"

"Will you give it to me if I ask?"

"No." He presses a kiss behind my ear, his warm breath ghosting against my skin. Those calm massaging movements become a little jerky, his fingers digging into my skin more painfully as his hips roll against me, shoving that hard length of his against my lower back and ass.

His groan is an aphrodisiac. Knowing I can affect him this way, even as he takes control? Bliss.

Liam's words are a low rumble in my ears. "I'm going to slide my hands up and touch you, angel. Tease you over those sexy little panties until they're soaked and dripping. Do you want that?"

I nod. Yes. Yes, I do. Very much.

He growls. "Say it, angel. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to play with my pussy, Liam." My words are a whisper, my cheeks red. Saying these things out loud—it's not like I haven't done them before. And sometimes I get into the mood and it comes out without thinking.

But this?

Here?

Now?

The embarrassment makes me writhe and wriggle, and I pant as his hands slide up my inner thighs.

"There are so many people walking by, Amy. If they turn this way, they'll be able to see you. See your legs spread wide. Are you an angel, Amy? Or are you my little slut? Will you come all over my fingers when someone comes by? Will you squirt until I'm soaked in your come as they watch?"

Fuck. My hips jerk toward his hands and I keen softly, desperate for his touch. Desperate for something to rub against my pussy, aching and pulsing with need. I could hump his fucking leg to orgasm if he would just let me.

"Answer me, Amy."

"I'm your slut. I'll come all over your fingers if you can please put them inside me already."

"Good girl."

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