Page 21 of The Lies Always Told

“Yes, sir.” He groans, and my skin tingles with the sound.

“Fuck, Nellie. You’ll be my undoing.” He unties the string of my bottoms. I feel a gentle breeze over my pussy, and his warm hands hold my ankles, opening my legs, placing my feet on the edge of the counter.

“You’re already so wet for me.”

“You’ve been teasing me for the last thirty minutes.”

“If I knew your pussy would be dripping this much after some food play, I would’ve done it sooner.” I squeeze at those words, trying to find some friction, and he groans under his breath.I guess he saw that.

Cold, gooey liquid drips over my clit, and I hiss at the sensation. Before I can overthink it, his mouth covers me, sucking and biting gently. My back arches, almost coming off the table, but he uses one of his hands to pin me in place as he sucks harder.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I groan, loud. So sexy. So dirty. My own guttural sounds have me unraveling, and I can feel Gus experiencing the same. He hums over my clit as soon as I try to squirm. He licks, sucks, and teases, increasing intensity over and over again. No more chocolate, but who needs that when he’s eating me like I’m his favorite dessert? He licks one more time before biting, making my knees close, my hands moving to hold his head in place. I lift my hips, searching for more friction, and he brings his hand to my nipple, squeezing it—gentle at first, then hard—making me come undone.

“Yes!” I scream and cover my mouth, because who am I, screaming over an orgasm? I’m not used to this level of insanity, and fuck, don’t I like it.

“There she is. See, I told you. You just needed someone to give you something to scream about.” I gasp at those wordsand his raspy voice, but then he puts the cherry on top when he says, “No, not someone. Me. You needed me.”

I take the blindfold off just in time to see him taking his pants off and sliding the condom on. Now, he’s buried deep inside me, and I’m bucking off the counter.

And what a sight he is.

His brown skin, kissed by the sun, is perfect, slightly bronze, with beads of sweat on his face. His dark eyes are focused on mine, heating me up more than I already am as he drives inside me over and over again.

“Yes.” My voice was barely a whisper as I close my eyes and let the good feelings wrap me up completely.

“Eyes on me, Nellie.” I snap my eyes open, and damn it, I like it entirely too much. I like him entirely too much. “Watch me fuck you so hard, you scream again. This time, I want you to scream my name.”

“Yes,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his toned ass, bringing my hands to his back, pulling him as close to me as I can. I need his hands on me like I need air, and as if he can hear my thoughts, he does it. We’re a tangled mess of arms, his mouth on my neck and my nails dragging along his back as he continues to fuck me hard.

He whispers near the shell of my ear, “Come on, baby. I’m so close, but I need you to come again. Come for me, baby. Give me one more.”

I drop my head back, closing my eyes and letting this moment engulf me. He presses one hand to my clit, and when he bites my neck, I scream his name as I explode around his dick.

I feel it all. His dick hardens inside me. His body tenses as he comes, his unraveled moan by my ear. His hands press my chest to his, and my heart skips a beat—how the fuck am I ever going to be able to survive not havingthis again?

“What didyou two lovebirds do all day?” Bee asks from Abraham’s lap. I don’t think I’ve seen the two of them without each other the whole time. She’s wearing a tiny white dress displaying her assets, and Abraham, in his all-linen outfit, refuses to take his hands off her. He looks pretty good himself. Plus, the daggers Bee has been sending all night to any woman who dares to look his way is too amusing.

“Not lovebirds,” I snap back at her, sipping on my rum drink Gus has filled up for me every time I’m at a third of my cup. This is a white party, so he’s also wearing linen pants and a shirt called Chacabana. It’s also made out of linen, and it looks breathable, but more formal than what a lot of the men here are wearing. He has his initials embroidered on it,G.Z.. The contrast of the white shirt against his brown skin is outstanding, and I find myself more attracted to this man by the hour.

“Oh please, look at how down bad this man is for you already,” she sasses, wiggling her eyebrows at Gus.

Gus starts to talk, but I interrupt him and say, “Bee, stop it.” I give her my sternest look. I don’t want him embarrassed, and I don’t want him to think I expect a relationship or anything else. Would I want to date him? Yes, I would. Not something I ever thought I would say, but the more time I spend with him, the more I want to be around him. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go home in two days and pretend like I just didn’t take this life-changing trip with him.

“Oh relax, Nellie Mellie. I’m just joking. I know you don’t date, and from what I’ve read, neither does he. Ooop! Let’s go dance.” She stands, pulling Abraham by the arm and dragging him to the dance floor, leaving me and Gus in the dark corner.

I let out a breath, forcing my eyes up to him. “I’m sorryabout that. She can be…well, too intense sometimes.” I love Bee with my entire heart, but sometimes, I feel like she doesn’t know when to stop pushing. This is one of those occasions.

“It’s really okay. I know you know nothing can come out of this.” I know it, but hearing him say it is a punch to the gut.

“But maybe…” I let the thought drift. I don’t want to sound needy. I don’t want to sound young and dumb, but can’t he see how good we could be together?

“Nellie,” he whispers, dragging his hand over his face. “You know there’s no way we could work out.”

Ouch. Okay.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he adds, roaming my face with his eyes. I’m sure he can see all the emotions I’m trying to conceal, all the hurt behind the silence, all the shock I should have seen coming, but it still catches me off guard.

“I know. No need to say anything.”

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