Page 43 of Don't Lie To Me

“I’m going to fuck you so good, you won’t ever want anyone else to.”

“You can’t say stuff like that to me when all you’re promising is one night.”

His hand trails over my body, over my breast and my hip, then back over my ass. He opens the lube and squirts the liquid over his fingers, rubbing them over my ass, massaging before slipping down lower. He spreads my ass cheeks before pushing his two thick fingers back inside of me.

“Fuck, Onyx,” I cry out at the sensation. It’s different this time, easier, but my body still resists.

“Open up for me, trouble,” he demands, his voice raspy and desperate. “I need my cock to have been everywhere.”

I let out a moan. I can’t talk back. All I can do is focus on what he’s doing to me, the way he’s pumping his fingers in and out of me. That’s what I want as well, him branding me with his cock. Then they’re gone and I hear him squirting more lube then rubbing it over his cock. Fuck, I’m not going to survive this.

His body moves in close with mine again, and he lifts my leg so it’s bent over his. “I want to fuck your ass bare, Sloane. I’m clean, and I know you are, but if you don’t want me to, I can stop.”

I glance over my shoulder at him. I trust Onyx, it’s not a question of that, but it’s more how intimate this feels. We will be skin on skin completely.

“I wasn’t expecting to come into your place tonight, I only had one condom on me.”

“I trust you, Onyx.” I swallow the lump in my throat, stopping myself from saying anything more. I feel so close to him right now. This is what I have wished for, and now that it’s happening, I want everything with him. I don’t care if he’s bare.

I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, and my body stiffens, not knowing what to make of the intrusion. He’s too big, and I shut up tight. One of his hands comes to my clit, massaging slow deliberate circles over my most sensitive spot. “Do you want me to fuck your ass, trouble?”

“Yes,” I whisper, a moan.

“You have to let me in. Just relax, let me take care of you. It won’t hurt for long.”

His lips meet mine and he kisses me so passionately I melt into him more. Letting go of all my fears, I give his body full control of mine. He moves slowly, easing inside of me, and I put all my focus on him, my body eventually stretching to accommodate his size. When his lips leave mine, I can’t move. My heart races out of control, and I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. He doesn’t move either, just places feather-light kisses down my neck and tells me how well I’m doing, opening up for him.

His words are so encouraging, and being this close to him is everything. When I’m ready, I push back into him. “Fuck me, Onyx.” I give him the go-ahead.

That was what he was waiting for. He starts to move inside of me, slowly at first, then he picks up the pace, thrusting inside of me deeper. I cry incoherent moans into the room, my body shaking all over as pain and pleasure collide.

Right as I’m about to tip over the edge, I hear the front door open and what sounds like Jagger’s heavy boots enter the apartment.

“Oh, dear God,” I cry, mortified. Why is he home so early?

Onyx’s hand comes to my mouth, covering it. “Shh. Unless you want him to catch us in the act, your door isn’t locked.”

“Sloane, you home?” my brother calls out, but the two of us ignore him, staying quiet.

My heart races like crazy. He can’t catch Onyx in here with me, who knows what he will do.

“Night,” he calls again, obviously assuming I’m already in bed. Then his door closes and he’s gone, hopefully to bed for the night.

I glance over my shoulder at Onyx, my eyes wide, saying what the fuck do we do now. I’m too far gone to stop. His hand still covering my mouth, he rolls me onto my stomach and positions a pillow undermy head. “You need to cry out my name, do it into this,” he says a little more seriously.

Then he’s moving again, fucking me relentlessly this time. And I’m grateful for the pillow because I couldn’t be quiet if I tried. My body convulses around his, cumming in a rush. He pumps inside of me a few more times, and I hear him growl out his release as well, filling up my ass with his cum. He’s right, I’m never going to recover from that. My body is spent, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want more.

Eventually he pulls out of me and goes to roll away, grabbing for his jeans.

“Stay with me,” I whisper, reaching for him. That was a lot to take, and I need him now more than ever.

His eyes meet mine in warning. “Trouble. You know I shouldn’t.”

“You stay with me all the time,” I snap back.

“When you’re upset and need me. Not like this.” His guilty eyes meet mine. He was fine screwing me until Jagger got home, and now he’s not. Now he’s shutting me out again. I guess the guilt is too much for him.

“Please,” I beg him, feeling way too clingy, but he can’t just walk out of here after what we just shared.

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