Page 38 of Liar

“Delectable,” he says as he sits back, his tongue scraping along his top lip.

Thorne blinks and looks up at me as if remembering who’s attached to his latest craving. He spots the belt around my neck and smiles. “This is very important, little pretty. Every time my tongue circles your clit, I want you to pull that belt tighter around your sweet neck. Eventually, it will get so tight you can’t breathe. I want you to keep it there until I tell you to release it. Do you understand your instructions?”

I hesitate.

“That’s right. It means you have to trust me, but not all the way. You’re in control of that belt loop. I won’t lay my hands on it. I’ll be too busy with your pussy.” He traces a finger down my inner thigh, and my breaths turn shaky.

My throat works, but who am I kidding. Thorne is inches away from eating me out, something he’s done a few times before, and granted me the best orgasms of my short life. Each time I’m with him, the pleasure ratchets up. Why would I deny him now?

“Okay—yes, sir.”

The corners of his lips lift just enough so I can see them over my apex. “Lay your head back. You’ll be staring at the ceiling for the duration. Do not look down at me. I want you to exclusively ride the feeling, not the visual. Failure to do as I say, and…” A sharp pinch on my ass makes me yelp. “…your punishment will be swift.”

I jerk my chin in a nod, wincing. That’s sure to leave a mark, which is exactly his intention.

His deep voice hits my skin with heated breath. “Pull.”

My mouth opens to ask for more clarification as I blink up at the ceiling, but his mouth is on me before I can so much as breathe one syllable. Thorne’s agile tongue circles me, and I squirm, a groan escaping my throat as my thighs turn into liquid in his hands.

However, my brain’s able to compartmentalize and remembers to pull at the belt, tightening the strap against my neck. Just a little bit, because I’m not sure I want to—

He laps at my clit again. My hips lift off the bed, the sensations excruciatingly pleasurable, but he pushes them back down, his large hands spanning my hips.

I pull slightly more, the strap making itself obvious on my skin now, digging in and pressing against my trachea, but I can still breathe.

Thorne explores lower, slipping in and out of my folds, swallowing every drop of desire that’s accumulated there since he stormed into my room.

It’s when his wet warmth gets too low that I squirm, my heels digging into the mattress to escape. It’s magical, this sensation, but I don’t want him at my back door. Do I? I’m a virgin in both places, and I’d rather not—

The tip of Thorne’s tongue pushes into my anus, sending pleasure signals to a place that’s been dark since the moment of birth, and I squeal, my hands knotting the sheets. Thorne tongues me all the way from my butt to my clit, the long sweep like molten ecstasy pouring into my soul and fucking destroying it.

I remember to pull the strap tighter. Tighter still.

My back arches, an automatic response to my shortened breaths. Adrenaline seeps through the zings of pleasure as Thorne sucks and nips and laps. My heart resumes its loud pounding, a warning drum in my ears and throbbing against my core.

It can’t compete against Thorne.

He adds his fingers, pushing one into my ass while his other hand pushes three fingers into my pussy and spreads them, giving him better access to—everything.

Writhing, I’m unable to stay still, overstimulated and aching as all these polar opposite feelings rush into my center and battle for dominance. My head is so cranked back that my eyes are welded to the ceiling as the pressure builds and builds…

Thorne demands I go tighter still by pressing the pad of his tongue on my clit while curling his fingers inside me, hitting a deep G-spot I didn’t know existed, especially combined with the one in my anus.

This time, pulling at the belt isn’t from conscious thought. I’m so in the throes of a building orgasm that my hand jerks on the strap, pulling as tight as I can as I buck against the bed, and ecstasy shoots through me so furiously that I can see into outer space.

Dizziness and weightlessness war with the shooting stars of an orgasm. I pull and pull at the belt, strange noises coming from my mouth as I fight for both pleasure and life. Thorne doesn’t stop until he’s consumed every last drop of my orgasm, and I fall limp against the bed.

I can’t see properly anymore as more shadows than light play off my retinas. I register the dip of the mattress as Thorne crawls on top of me, his arms falling on either side of my head before his imposing form lifts up, and he pulls my hand from the belt, then loosens it himself before pulling it off my neck.

“Very good girl,” he says while pushing my legs back apart with his thighs.

It’s harder to regain breath this time. I’m not sure how close I was playing at the precipice of death, but my heart struggles to find its natural beat, and it hurts to take in full breaths.

“Easy, little pretty.”

Thorne’s warm, dry hand rests against my cheek as he pulls my face toward him. “Now lick your pussy juice off my face.”

My eyelids flutter, and my lips part as I try to speak, but I’m much too hoarse and supple to do anything but obey his commands. At least until I get my limbs back.

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