Page 67 of False Confidence

“You’re going to be wearing my handprints all week,” Liam promised, swinging a leg over her thighs and trapping her prone beneath him. She whimpered as she watched him in the mirror, her neck straining. Liam fisted his cock, his jaw tense as he pressed inside her—like he wanted this just as much as she did. He started slowly, then, as suddenly as he’d thrown her on the bed, he was deep inside her, Jazz reaching out and grasping the covers for dear life.

Liam was unrelenting, pinning her to the bed as he fucked her, hard and merciless. Jazz gulped in air when she could, gasps mingling with sobs, the friction of the blanket against her nipples unbearable. She couldn’t escape him, even if she wanted to, he was holding her down so fucking thoroughly.

Pressure built faster than she could cling to reality, washing over her and dousing her in an orgasm so strong she might have blacked out for a moment. Every part of Jazz’s body tingled. From the tips of her hair to the soles of her feet, she was on fire. Liam grunted as her pussy clenched around him.

Before she even finished falling from her high, he shoved a hand roughly underneath her, pinching her clit between his thumb and forefinger. “Give me one more, Jasmine. I want to see you break.”

His voice, low and gruff, was her undoing. Jazz splintered, her body fighting Liam of its own accord. She kicked and twisted, pulling at the covers, desperate to get away from the assaulting pleasure as he fucked her and rubbed her clit. It felt like she was coming out of her skin, like she was fixed to the ceiling with the mirror, staring down at them. Her face was drenched with tears, wave after wave of bliss exploding over her like fireworks.

Liam gasped her name, his knees giving way as he came inside her. His body covered hers like a safety blanket, and he pressed breathless kisses to the back of her neck while his cum spilled out of her pussy.

He only gave himself a few seconds to catch his breath before pulling out of her and gathering her into his arms, alternating between peppering kisses over her face and searching her eyes.

“Are you… Fuck, are you okay?” he panted, running a shaking hand over the back of her head. His eyes were wide. Stunned.

It hadn’t just been intense for her. Liam was trembling, and he was still fully focused on making sure she was okay.

She cupped his face, stroking her thumb over his cheek. “I’m fine. Are you okay?”

His body folded into hers, his head dropping onto her shoulder. “Yeah, I…” His voice shook, his arms tightening around her like a vise. “Shit, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Jazz ran her hands up his bare back. “It’s just the come down from the adrenaline. Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.” She slipped her finger into his hair, lightly scratching his scalp, and he sighed contentedly.

“That’s nice,” Liam whispered, his breath tickling her neck.

“Lie on your front. Let me give you a massage.”

“But you’re tir?—”

“Let me take care of you. Please.”

Liam looked uncertain as he nodded, twisting and lying on his front, his back rising and falling as his breaths slowed. Jazz’s body ached, but it was worth a little extra pain when she closed her fingers around Liam’s shoulders and he moaned. She moved closer to him, taking her time, kneading his muscles until his breathing was slow and even. Why the hell had she waited so long to do this? Liam letting her take care of him was almost better than the sex had been. He was so thoughtful, so caring, doing everything he could to make sure she felt safe and seen, and Jazz had barely reciprocated. She wanted to do more for him, needed to do more to show him how glad she was to have him in her life.

For a moment, she thought he’d fallen asleep until he reached for her, threading his fingers through hers. “Lie down with me? I need to see you. I need to know you’re okay.”

“I promise I am,” she assured him. She lay down and Liam turned onto his side, rolling his neck.

“Come here.” He held out an arm and Jazz snuggled into him, his skin burning against hers. He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed.

And before she even had the chance to reply, Liam was fast asleep.

“You can’t keep ambushing me like this,” Jazz grumbled as she trailed Maggie through the parking garage to her car.

She’d shown up the second Jazz and Cal’s last meeting had ended, kissed her husband, then dragged Jazz into the elevator.

“It seems to be the only way I can get you to actually talk to me,” Maggie said as they climbed into her car.

Jazz frowned at her best friend. Sure, she’d kept a couple of things back lately, but she thought she’d done a good job of hiding it, considering how observant Maggie was. “I talk to you every day.”

“Then why did I have to find out from Liam that you finally came?”

“Oh.” Jazz looked down at her lap. “That.”

“Yeah. That.”

Maggie handed her a sub and unwrapped her own, taking a bite before giving her an expectant look. “Should we start with the orgasm, or with the fact you lied to me and told me it hadn’t happened when it had?”

Jazz sighed and unwrapped her sub, ripping the corner of the paper into tiny pieces and squirming in her seat. Her ass was on fucking fire, and Maggie’s car wasn’t nearly as comfortable as Cal’s Tesla.

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