Page 42 of Little Liar
My eyes narrow, and a fire lights and spreads like wildfire within me as she hums, grinning against my lips like she’s genuinely happy.
“I like it when you’re jealous.”
I squeeze her hips, making her giggle some more.
Then she tilts her head. “Keep Mason away from Abbi.”
I give her a glare that silently tells her to keep Abigail away from Mason.
“We should go before someone sees us.”
I shake my head.Not yet.This is the highlight of my day so far—I’m not done with having her attention yet.
Her eyes light up when my fingers play with the string of her bikini, which is resting on her hip, and I tug to loosen it. She traps her bottom lip between her teeth as I do the same to the other side. The scrap drops to the ground beneath us with a slap of wet material.
“Take yours off too,” she orders, pulling at the waistband of my combats.
I let her unfasten the buttons of my pants and slide her hand under my waistband to feel how hard I am. She palms my dick, and the gentle touch sends shocks straight to my balls, drawing a muted groan into my throat.
“Have you ever been touched, Malachi?”
She knows the answer. But the way her pupils expand when I shake my head has me wanting to worship her until the day I die.
Olivia has groped me through my clothes, touched me, but she’s never gotten me off using her hand or stroking my cock until I found my high. So when her fingers wrap around the thickness of it, I gulp nervously, wanting to touch her but leaving my hands on her hips. My fingertips dig into her skin as she goes from base to tip, twisting her wrist and back down.
“This can be another lesson,” she says. “A lesson on receiving.”
She can call it whatever she likes. I blink far too much, watching her hand move up and down on my dick while warm euphoria wraps around my spine, making my legs and stomach tense.
Using her free hand, she snatches my throat, forcing me to look at her. “Touch me while I’m doing this to you.”
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
I gulp against her palm, my pulse hammering, as my fingers leave her hip, shakily sliding between her legs to feel the heat of her pussy.
She must get off on the way she’s making my eyes roll because she’s soaked. I push two fingers in at the same time she rocks her hips, taking me to the knuckles.
Humming a soft moan, her eyelids fall shut, and I’m mesmerized with how beautiful she is while she rides my fingers at the same time she jerks me off. I thicken from her touch, and I flinch as the pad of her thumb swipes over the bead of precum at my swollen head.
I mouth a “fuck” and pull the cup of her bikini down under her breast and suck a nipple into my mouth, causing her to tighten around my fingers and let out a whimper.
So warm and tight and fucking mine.
“You don’t need any more lessons on touching,” she breathes. “I guess I’m just selfish and greedy for my big brother’s fingers.”
My cock twitches, dying to dip into her pussy. To have her mouth. Her ass. Fucking anything. The way she talks only has me shoving my fingers even deeper, grabbing on to her skin for dear life while she rocks into my touch.
The sounds she makes when I add another finger has me snapping, my balls going firm, and I have to sink my teeth into her nipple from how intense the powerful orgasm hits me.
Lashes of my cum coat her thighs as I suck hard, and her free hand goes to my hair, tugging while I curl my fingers deep inside and stroke a spot that has her tensing all over as her high smacks into her like a tidal wave.
We ride it out together. Her dragging my mouth back to hers and me swallowing the loud cries until we’re both panting the same air and holding on to each other.
After a few minutes of catching our breaths, she lifts her head from my shoulder, bites her lip nervously, then smiles.
Olivia climbs off my lap, looking down at the mess I’ve made of her skin—her cheeks and chest are flushed a deep red, her pupils dilating even more as I slip off my white shirt and clean my cum from her thighs.
