Page 89 of False Confidence

Oh. “Jasmine, let me make one thing very clear: I know how much of a mess you are, and I’m going nowhere. Not now, not tomorrow, not six months from now.”

“But eventually?—”

“No. Never. I’m not going anywhere. And you don’t get to burn this thing we’ve built to the ground because you made a mistake and you’re scared. This is just fight-or-flight mode, and we’re going to fight through it.”

Jasmine huffed out a breath, standing up and taking several steps back is if she needed to put some space between them or her resolve would crumble. But Liam didn’t want her resolve to crumble; he wanted her to fight; he wanted her to shout and scream, throw shit around. Anything was better than her being broken down, feeling like she had no option but to leave. If that took antagonizing the shit out of her for now… Luckily for Liam, he’d learned from the best: her.

So he stood up too and stepped forward. Jasmine glared at his feet like she couldn’t quite believe he had the gall.

“Why do you get to decide we’re fighting? First you decide that I’m your girlfriend without asking me and now you get to decide that I’m not allowed to end things?”

Liam raised a brow. “I don’t recall using the word girlfriend…”

“For fuck’s sake.”

“But hey, if the shoe fits, girlfriend.” It really wasn’t the time, but Jesus, that felt good. “And I get to decide we’re fighting because right now, I’m the only one of us who cares about your wellbeing. You want to take some time, consider everything fully, and then break up with me?” He narrowed his eyes. “Honestly, I’d still probably say no, but I’d be more inclined to listen.”

Jasmine stepped closer. “You are fucking infuriating,” she said, punctuating each word with a prod to his chest.

Liam cupped her chin, tilted her head up so she was facing him, and winked. “Maybe, but no take backs, remember?”

Jasmine growled, pushed him back on the bed with her finger, and tackled him. Liam grunted as he fell back on the bed, the mattress bouncing beneath his body. He barely had time to blink before Jasmine’s lips were on his, fierce and unrelenting. Her thighs pinned him to the bed, squeezing his legs and setting him alight as she rolled her hips, brushing against his cock. She wasn’t wearing pants, just one of his old sweatshirts, underwear, and mismatched fuzzy socks.

He ran his hands up the back of her sweatshirt—his sweatshirt—and she cursed into his mouth as his cool fingers connected with her blazing skin. She tore at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the bed, before sitting up on her knees. She pushed his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, wrapping her fist around him and drinking down the whimper that fell from Liam’s lips. Jasmine didn’t bother to undress, she just pulled her underwear to the side and sank down on his cock until he was deep inside her. She gasped, squeezing his cock with her pussy, and Liam grabbed her hips, fighting the urge to take control.

He could let her run this show, if that’s what she needed, despite how badly he wanted to fuck her. Jasmine fisted his t-shirt, moving slowly over his cock. Her fingers were bone white where she gripped the fabric, her body tense, as if she couldn’t quite decide whether to keep fighting or fuck him.

“Are you mad at me?” he murmured, brushing his nose over the edge of her jaw.

“Yes. No. Fuck, maybe. I don’t know. I’m mad, I just don’t know if it’s at you or me or everything.” She pressed her forehead against his chest, her voice dripping with frustration.

“You want to work it all out on me? Use me. I can take it. I’m not going anywhere.”

Like she’d been waiting for permission, a flip switched in Jasmine. She growled, gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises in her wake and caught his bottom lip between her teeth as she fucked him, riding him hard and ruthless. She slammed down on his cock, over and over again, and Liam’s lungs strained as he held his breath, trying not to come in a single fucking second.

Liam cupped her breasts, toying with the gold bars in her nipples

“Harder,” she gasped, and he obliged, bending his head so he could capture her nipple in his mouth. He tugged it with his teeth, pinching the other, and Jasmine threw her head back, her nails digging into his shoulders.

She cried out his name, her voice cracking on the second syllable, and Liam looked up, drawing his eye along the line of her body. Flushed splotches of red dotted her skin, her hair was in knots, and the sight of her knocked the wind out of him. The pressure in him reached a boiling point, and he cursed, balling his hands into fist and slamming them on the mattress.

Jasmine’s movements didn’t slow, but she looked down at him with a hazy smile that bordered on a smirk. She released his shoulder and ran two fingers over his mustache before pushing them into his mouth. He closed his lips, moaning around her fingers.

“Do you want me to let you come? Boyfriend,” she added in a semi-mocking tone, but Liam didn’t miss the way her eyes lit up when the word passed her lips.

Jesus.

He nodded, unable to speak with her fingers in his mouth. But he was sure his eyes were begging her to have mercy on him.

“Make me come, and come with me,” she groaned, and Liam realized she was holding off as much as he was. She was fucking close, her pussy clenching around him. All it took was a light brush of his finger over her clit and she let go, tumbling down into the depths of pleasure and dragging him along with her. Liam held onto her for dear life as he came, pretty sure he was biting down on her fingers but not totally conscious of his actions. Jasmine sobbed his name, her hips slowing as her own orgasm faded.

She pulled her fingers out of his mouth and dipped her hand between her legs, dragging her fingers over the spot they were joined, where his cum spilled out of her. Licking her lips, she brought her fingers to her mouth and groaned.

“You look good coming for me,” she quipped, and Liam chuckled, leaning his forehead over her chest, feeling her heart race.

“It’s always for you, Jasmine. Every single time.”

He felt her swallow, and she sat back, both of them gasping when he slipped out of her. Liam grabbed a box of tissues from the nightstand and wiped his lap off. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough for him to climb into bed, beckoning Jasmine with him. She followed, tucking the covers up to her chin.

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