Page 69 of Deceit

“Ronan, I’ve got this,” Liam says, as he loops an arm around my waist.

Ronan’s face tenses slightly, almost in displeasure before he gives a terse nod and slips out of the closet, shutting the door behind him.

“So, now that the grown up is gone. You sure you’re in, babygirl? You seem hesitant.”

I turn my head slightly as I try to verbalize the array of emotions racing through me.

“I just…I like you. I didn’t expect to when I said yes to our date, trust me,” I laugh lightly before smiling. “You’re different than you portray. There is more to you than you let on, and I’d like to get to know that Liam more, but I also really care for Ronan and—”

“Say less, babygirl. I’d love to show you the real me. This world…sometimes you have to hide pieces of yourself, for preservation and survival.”

I nod, understanding that if everyone in this town is like my father, then it makes complete sense.

“However I will say, your fiancé will kick my front teeth in when he finds out about us.”

I laugh at his words as I tilt my head back.

“Didn’t Ronan just say that we need to keep a low profile? Away from prying eyes?” I remind.

“Of course, but he wasn’t talking about Asher.”

“Who was he talking about then?”

He doesn’t respond at first, then he simply shrugs and gives me that signature smile that sends my heart racing as he cups the back of my head and pulls me in.

“Who cares,” he says, before crashing his lips against me.

Something feels different in this kiss than before. There is so much need, so much unquenched desire. Suddenly his hands are everywhere, setting my body on fire with every inch he touches.

I feel his hands come to the hem of my skirt before bunching it up around my hips. It’s a warmer day today so I skipped the stockings, and god I couldn’t be more grateful when Liam is able to easily slide down my panties before dropping to his knees.

“Fuck, have I told you how pretty your pussy is, babygirl?”

I make a strangled noise in my throat because honestly, how does he expect me to think, let alone speak when his mouth is inches from me?

Before I can even try to formulate a response his tongue is out, flattening against my slit before running it through me in one long delicious lick that has me shuddering. He repeats the move again and again, his eyes on me the entire time. I feel one of his hands come to my left thigh, before lifting it up and out, resting it over his shoulder to allow him better access.

God, does he make use of that access too. Liam begins devouring me like he was a starved man, and I was a feast he couldn’t resist. His tongue expertly twirls around my clit, licking me from top to bottom, until I’m a writhing panting mess.

I lean my back against the wall to help stabilize me, because my legs are all but gelatin at this point, but he seems to have a better idea. Once my back is against the wall, Liam takes my right leg, lifting it up and resting it against his other shoulder. I almost lose my balance until his large hands come to my waist, holding me perfectly in place as he slowly begins to stand.

There is something to be said about a man that can pick you up. There is something entirely different about a man that canlift you into the air while your thighs are wrapped around his shoulders, and his face buried in your pussy.

He doesn’t skip a beat. Rising to his full height before he presses me all the way against the wall, his tongue stroking and licking me as his hands hold me in place. I bury my fingers into his blond, almost wavy hair. At first, I think I do it to balance myself but really, it’s so that I can grind myself against him better because I’m so close to my release I can practically taste it.

Liam must be able to tell too because he moans against me, vibrating my clit just enough to throw me right over the edge. I come hard and the first moan that comes out of me is so loud, I have to release his hair and slap my hand over my mouth so that no one thinks a person is being murdered in here. I feel wave after wave of my orgasm hit me, and Liam doesn’t stop eating me until he’s licked every inch of me clean.

Once the euphoric typhoon subsides, he slowly lowers himself back down to his knees allowing my feet to hit the ground before he stands up again, once again pocketing my panties as he does. His hands reach out, pulling down my skirt and even smoothing a few lines out as he does before he gives me that dopey smile that I love.

He runs a hand through his now messy hair, before opening the closet door and letting me step out first. He follows closely behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he whispers into my ear.

“Thank you, babygirl. I almost skipped breakfast. Most important meal of the day!”

I scoff, shoving him away before he reels me back in. He presses a kiss to my nose and then to my cheek before burying his face into my neck, making a growling sound that has me squealing. When he finally lets up, we are both laughing and smiling like a couple of fools. A light feeling wrapping us up intoa perfect cocoon. At least for two-point-five seconds before a pair of dark brown eyes catch my attention.

He's standing there glaring at us with a woman on each arm but honestly, he’s not paying them any attention. Honestly, he’s not paying any attention to me either. Instead, his eyes are set firmly on his best friend. Liam doesn’t shy away from his glare either. Rather, he returns it with a goading edge.

For a moment I wonder if the only reason Liam is interested in me at all is just to get under Asher’s skin. That thought disappears in the next moment though when Liam wraps his arm around my shoulder, casually letting it drape around me as he presses a kiss to the side of my head and begins guiding me towards the class that I’m already late for.

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