Page 49 of False Confidence

“Sounds like a nice life,” Jasmine said, a little wistfully. It sounded like the perfect life.

“We still have time,” he promised, and Jasmine laughed like he was joking. Now he just had to make it happen.

Her back arched off the bed, almost painfully, as Liam’s hands coasted over her thighs, his tongue playing games with her piercing. He was being so fucking gentle, keeping her on edge, building the anticipation as she waited for him to snap. God, she loved it when he snapped.

It was possible she loved this more—the anticipation, the lazy roam of his fingers and mouth over her body, the soft spiral into madness. She’d expected him to pounce on her, rough, and hard, and desperate, after a week without this. But Liam was taking his time, like he was savoring her, recommitting her to memory.

He spread her thighs further and pressed his tongue inside her. Jazz fisted the covers. “Fuck, baby,” she gasped, clenching around his tongue. Liam’s grip tightened on her thighs. He loved when she called him baby, and, though Jazz usually took that knowledge and reserved the term of endearment for opportune moments, sometimes she couldn’t stop it from slipping out; like when he was holding her open with his tongue in her pussy like she was the goddamn last supper.

Pressure built in Jazz’s core and she desperately tried to squeeze her thighs together, to wrap her legs around Liam’s head, but he was unyielding, pulling back enough to chuckle. The vibrations made her toes curl, a whimper falling from her lips.

“Liam,” she groaned, panting and twisting in the sheets. “You said we could do whatever I want and I want you inside me.”

“My tongue isn’t enough?” He accented the words by twirling her piercing around the very tip of his tongue until she almost jumped off the bed.

“No,” she ground out, and Liam tutted, standing to full height. From this angle, he towered over her, naked and fucking gorgeous. His cock was barely two feet from where she so desperately wanted him, but he turned away. Jazz loosed a frustrated whine.

Liam peered back at her. “Patience, darling.”

“Fuck patience.”

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting dangerously, and turned back until he was facing her fully. He leaned over her, his nose brushing hers, the sweet scent of him invading her. His lips were close enough that she could almost reach out and kiss him, but something in his wicked expression held her back. Liam ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and her mouth popped open instinctively, inviting him in. But Liam just smirked.

“You’re running your mouth a lot for someone so fucking desperate for me.”

Her heart pounded, but she pasted a sugar-sweet smile on her lips and fluttered her lashes at him. “Then I guess you’d better put something in my mouth to shut me up.”

His pupils flared and he pulled back, swallowing. He shook his head. “Oh no. You want my cock in your mouth? Then be a good girl and do as you're fucking told. Then we’ll see.”

He brought his hand down on her pussy, a loud smack echoing through the room. Jazz’s head slammed back into the mattress as she cried his name, squeezing her eyes closed against the sudden rush of sensation.

She felt his eyes on her, watching her reaction, making sure she was okay. And she would be okay—if he’d stop fucking teasing her. She gave him a short nod to assure him she wasn’t tapping out, her blood warming knowing how much he wanted to make sure she was safe and comfortable. Once he was sure, he turned away again and, though Jazz wanted to watch to see what he was grabbing from the dresser, she needed the reprieve to lay her head back, close her eyes, and just breathe.

Liam was silent doing whatever he was doing, but she felt, rather than heard him approach. “Still with me, darling?” he asked, as she felt him kneeling between her legs again.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that to break me,” she replied, her voice too breathy and desperate for the words to do anything but make him laugh. He nipped her inner thigh with his teeth, then dragged his tongue over the spot. She expected him to draw his tongue up her thigh, to tease her pussy again, but he didn’t. His fingers brushed her clit instead, for barely a second before he was pressing one inside her. He was gentle, taking it slow to make sure she wasn’t tender after being in so much pain for days.

But Jazz didn’t want gentle. “More,” she moaned, and Liam obliged, pushing a second finger inside her and curling them, massaging her g-spot until she was trembling. Every nerve ending on her body felt like a live wire, electricity crackling over her skin.

Liam withdrew his fingers and she opened her mouth to protest, but it turned into a whimper as he dragged them down and pressed them against her ass. “I believe,” he began, circling the rim with a ghost of a touch, “that you wanted me in your mouth, in your pussy, and here. Was that right?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Well, we’ve already established you can have me in your mouth when you stop running it.” He pressed one finger, wet from being inside her pussy, into her ass. Her body protested for only a moment at the initial sting. Though she was no stranger to anal, it had been a while. But Liam kissed her knee and she relaxed, taking deep breaths. He drew his finger out and pressed it in again, slowly, until she was on the verge of begging for more again.

She moaned as he pulled out entirely, and she heard a cap opening. The lube was cold when he rubbed it over her with two fingers and Jazz gasped, but it was quickly swallowed by a cry as he pressed both inside her. Her body adjusted faster this time, her muscles relaxing around him as he fucked her with his fingers.

Pleasure ricocheted through her whole body. Holy shit, was she actually going to come? The cliff’s edge teetered closer and closer but, before she could leap, Liam pulled out of her again. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, circling her ass with the firm tip before sitting back on his knees.

“Since I can’t have my cock inside your ass and your pussy at the same time, we’ll have to make do with this for now.”

Jazz didn’t get the chance to sit up to see what this was before she felt the cool metal of a plug against her ass. Her breath caught in her throat as Liam drizzled more lube over the plug, spreading it around so it was fully covered before pressing it into her. Jazz let out a long moan, her body instinctively struggling against the intrusion as the plug reached its widest point inside her.

“Breathe, darling,” Liam whispered, his breath tickling her thigh. Jazz sucked in a deep breath and Liam pushed the plug in the rest of the way. She swallowed down her whimpers, clenching around the plug. It was torture, having it inside her, completely still. She needed movement; she needed friction.

“Move up the bed.”

For once, Jazz did as she was told, crawling up the bed and relishing in the sound of Liam cursing softly.

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