Page 34 of Líadan's Code

“I thought you may be pierced,” Jordan growls, pulling my gaze back to him. “Fuck, it’s so plump and juicy. I just want to suck and bite it.”

I can’t hold back the whimper that I release as I sink my fingers into my pussy. Jordan is plastered against the glass wall, greedily drinking me in as his hand braces his body against it.

His other hand is slowly squeezing his cock as his hips thrust forward and back. It makes me wonder what it would feel like to have his big cock inside of me.

Gasping for air, I continue to circle my clit with my thumb, already feeling my body beginning to tighten.

“Fuck,” I moan. “How can you say things like that?”

“You’re so lucky I’m on the other side of this glass, little girl,” he says, his chest beginning to heave. His features are so intense, but instead of feeling scared, it makes me feel powerful.

“I want to watch you fall apart. Get yourself there, Princess. Your pussy is so desperate, isn’t it? It’s so sad you’re not going to be stuffed with my thick cock. Goddamn, I can hear it sucking at your fingers from here.”

He can’t really hear it over the water, can he? Jordan is right, though. I’m so wet, it’s starting to drip from my pussy. Pushing my fingers deeper into my channel, I imagine what it would feel like to have him stretch me with his pierced shaft.

“Mmm, open those legs wider, baby. My balls are getting tight. I’m so damn close. Get yourself off, Princess. Show me what you like. Eyes stay on me,” Jordan commands. There’s no way I can say no to him, so I do as he says. His voice reminds me of gravel as he speaks to me, and it’s enough to make me shudder as I pinch my clit.

Wailing as I come, I force my eyes to stay open as my breaths heave as if I ran several miles. Groaning, Jordan’s forehead moves to rest on the glass as he moves his hand to squeeze his balls, continuing to fuck his fist.

“So goddamn beautiful,” he grunts, his eyes on my pussy as I stretch out my release. Preening under his attention, I watch as he uses his piercings on his cock to drive himself over the edge. Roaring as he comes, his cum sprays the glass separating us in ropes.

The sound of our breaths and the water is all that can be heard as I watch his eyes close for a moment. I hate the way the mask comes back over his face as he straightens, and I can see the moment is over.

Pulling my fingers away from my pussy, I ignore the way that they’re trembling from one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Taking my foot off the tub, I snatch up my shirt and turn away to leave. I don’t even remember why I came in here to begin with. It wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve done.

“Líadan,” Jordan snaps out, making me shudder as I pull the shirt over my head to cover myself.

Fuck, I’m in trouble now. He called me by my name. I think I may miss being called ‘Princess.’ Ironic.

“Yeah?” I ask, keeping my hands at my sides even as my body feels as if it’s vibrating.

The water turns off as I refuse to look over my shoulder. I feel raw, my skin feels as if it’s pulled too tightly over my body, and I’m not self aware enough to figure out why. My emotions are stunted in an attempt to save what little sanity I’m left with, so this is all too much for me.

“Why are you running?” he asks, opening the door.

“Because you left first,” I state as I hurry out.

I don’t stop when he calls out my name, continuing right down the hall and the stairs. Shoving my feet into my boots, I ignore the fact that I’m fairly undressed outside of pulling on a coat and grabbing my wallet.

“Lía,” Brendan says. There’s no judgment in his tone, zero intonation, nothing for me to get upset about. That’s what I need. “Do you want company on your walk?”

Jordan isn’t going anywhere, there’s no reason to police him, and I really don’t want to. I spent too many years under my father’s thumb to do that to another person. He can fend for himself.

“Yes, as long as I don’t get a lecture,” I mutter as I open the door. Brendan throws a sweatshirt over his body and shoves his feet into some shoes, ready to follow me.

“Líadan!” Jordan roars, his voice getting louder as he comes closer and I begin to slip out the door.

Brendan glances up the stairs at a half dressed Jordan. He’s wearing a pair of sweatpants, and there’s still water glistening on his chest.

“If I find out you hurt her, those won’t be the only scars you’ll have to worry about,” Brendan growls as he follows me.

“I don’t even know what I did!” Jordan yells helplessly as the door closes behind us.

My boots clomp down the steps as I walk with Brendan to the sidewalk.

“Want to go to the corner store and get some peanut butter M&Ms?” he asks as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Yes, please,” I say, my mind trying to process the last few minutes. I like Jordan, I just don’t know how to handle that. I’m too broken, too sensitive, and I don’t expect anyone other than Brendan to be able to love me.

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