Page 74 of Liar

“We can’t,” I say in a ragged whisper. My body’s well on the way to betraying my words. “I have to … we have to … Malcolm…” My head tips back on a quiet groan when Thorne pushes my panties aside and circles my clit.

The combination of his freezing fingers and my wet warmth is magical. My hips match his circles, the wetness transforming into a chill as soon as he spreads it around.

I bite my lip. My hands move to his shoulders, nails digging into his cloak.

“Ride me,” he coaxes.

I tilt enough for two of his fingers to slip in, forming a U that I would bounce up and down on if I could.

With our position, I can only rock, but it’s enough. My movements turn furtive, bucking against his fingers hitting my G-spot and his thumb pressing into my clit. The pleasurable sensation bursts from my center and weakens my thighs, turning my stomach into jelly and my nipples into aching pebbles.

Thorne pulls away.

“W-What?” It takes a couple of hard breaths and slow blinks before I can say even that.

“Take me in your hand,” he orders. “You’re going to make me come, then you’re going to take my cum and spread it all over your pussy while I watch you get yourself off.”

“E-Excuse me?”

“Do that, and I’ll help you down from your particularly sexy perch.”

I realize my thighs are pretty much spread wide open on the thick branch, showing off my white cotton underwear. It’s probably transparent by now.

I’m forced to clarify, “We are in a dire situation, and all you can think about is me jerking you off?”

Thorne shrugs. “Fear and danger are huge turn-ons for me. Or haven’t you figured that out?”

“Oh, I have.” Because they’re huge turn-ons for me, too.

I work my jaw. Glance at his erection. Lick my lips.

He lifts his lips into a mischievous grin. “Or blow me.”

Dammit, I want to.

It’s like the fear of being caught and the very real risk of dying once I face Damion act like a conduit to the best sex of my life. While stuck in a tree.

How I got here, I’ll never be able to explain, but what I want to do with my time while I’m trapped…

Thorne grips the hood at the back of my head, guiding me down. Our cloaks camouflage us enough that we could get away with this.

He unbuttons his pants as I bend, his dick spearing out, hot and throbbing despite the cold air rushing against it. The tip shines in the moonlight, his desperate need leaking out where his words fail him.

I part my lips and take him in.

Thorne’s rough moan and tightened fingers on the back of my head encourage me to do deeper. I suck him all the way back until he hits the back of my throat. Saliva collects in my cheeks at the intrusion and drips down his sides. I gag but fight the reflex until I fit him all the way in.

Thorne leans back on both his hands, his torso jerking up before he forces it down like he’s trying very hard not to plow into my throat.

I pop him out of my mouth, swirling my tongue along his tip and collecting the precum. When I’m confident in my stability, I reach down and cup his balls, massaging them with cold fingers in hopes he experiences the same hot and cold sensations he gave to me.

Thorne curses under his breath. His thighs start to shake.

I’m getting good at this.

I curve my spine until I’m able to lick and nibble on his balls while stroking his dick. Thorne’s short, pained grunts are all the incentive I need to suck harder, first one ball, then the next. When they tighten against my tongue, I bob up and swallow his dick, his veins pulsing against my tongue.

At the first spurt, I reel back, collecting his cum exactly as he demanded and painting it on my exposed pussy while it is still warm.

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