Page 44 of Lie for a Lie

I may have been slightly pissed and slamming things as I move along. Seth’s hands find my hips, and he pulls me towards him, placing a kiss on the side of my head.

“I just need a minute. I promise,” Seth says before pulling away from me again.

I take a sip of my drink to steady myself and grab my phone, scrolling through social media. I roll my shoulders and head toward the couch, turning something on the TV to distract me since I am already over my phone.

Seth follows behind with his wine and sits beside me on the couch as I begin to channel surf without saying a word. Finally, he looks over and chuckles as I refuse to focus on him.

“Gorgeous,” Seth says.

I roll my eyes in response and laugh, annoyed, before he says my name.

“Paige.”

I let out a frustrated sigh and look at him. Dammit if his smile isn’t perfect. He forces me to focus on him, taking both sides of my face.

“It was a little too fast. I know it might sound crazy, but it was too fast.”

His gaze is intense, and I know he is attempting to show me something. Part of me knows if he doesn’t care, he would have fucked me already. I lean back slightly, and he wraps his arm around me.

I remain still as he presses his lips to mine again before kissing me roughly, somehow contradicting everything he says. I don’t care. I feed into it and refuse to be stopped this time.

I waste no time feverishly unbuckling his belt before gripping his hard cock. He moans his approval as I pump him in my hand. He bucks his hips in response before I push him back against the couch, dropping to my knees. Seth chuckles deep in his throat, and I don’t hide my smile as I pull his rather pretty cock from his boxers. I waste no time taking him into my mouth. Inch by very slow inch.

Seth rolls his head back and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear before biting his lip. It causes something to snap in me, and I take him fully from tip to base. Sucking in pulses as I repeat the motion over and over. He tastes even better than I imagined, and I want more. I work under his shirt, scratching my nails into his chest. He puts one of his hands at the nape of my neck and pulls my hair just enough to open my throat more. Taking him deeper than before.

I can’t help but moan, reaching down and playing with myself as I cup his balls with my other hand. I somehow manage to fuck myself, and Seth works my throat deep. I come up to the tip and make sure to capture his focus as I take his full length again. His hips roll in approval, meeting thrust for thrust. I am so turned on I don’t object when Seth lifts me to stand before laying on the couch.

“You can’t be the only one having fun,” he purrs with a shit-eating grin, and I waste no time removing my panties and straddling his face before taking his cock in my mouth again. Working in tandem, our moans fill the space as he begins to sink a finger into me, and it sends me quickly over the edge. Greedily sucking as I find my release. He moans into my pussy, and I swallow every bit of what he gives me. Lingering a few strokes before feeling somewhat satisfied.

The chiming of the kitchen timer sounds, and I finally take Seth’s cock out of my mouth before standing from the couch. As I go to pull on my underwear, I hear the front door open and scramble to pull down my dress and not look like I just face fucked Seth on the couch.

Seth tucks his cock away rather quickly, and I walk straight towards the kitchen, attempting to remain as calm as possible. Chris’s eyes dance between Seth and me, and I can’t help but blush. Bre looks over at Seth and rolls her eyes.

I just focus on taking everything out of the oven and setting it on the counter, knowing the guilt of almost getting caught with my literal ass hole out is fueling every bit of my self-conscience.

“So, what were you two doing?” Chris says with a wink, and I am mortified. Bre smacks Chris’s chest as I walk over and grab my glass of wine from the coffee table, chugging what is left in the glass. Seth has managed to peel himself off the couch, and I look at Seth before he laughs. I walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek.

“Next time, please take it in the bedroom. We entertain on that couch.”

Bre’s disgusted look is worth the humiliation of them almost walking in.

“Anyways, I am glad you are both here because we can plan Paige’s birthday party.”

A different kind of anxiety fills every bit of my body, knowing this is something I will never be able to talk my sister out of.

Chapter 22

Paige

Ihate my birthday, and Bre always insists on making a show of it every year. This year, she suggested an R&B night at our favorite club and even took me shopping before springing on me to say that we would be going as a party of six of us in the middle of my date a few nights ago. Since then, my anxiety has been running wild.

Even as I slather on an obnoxious amount of glittery vanilla body lotion, I am so lost in my head. I did not even realize Bre was coming into my bathroom until I saw a shot glass appear in front of me with some sort of brown fluid.

“Birthday shot?”

“Sure.”

I smile, not caring what it is.

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