Page 3 of Between Secrets and Obsession
The little smirk playing on his lips makes my body shiver.
“I can only run as far as my heels allow,” I playfully say before walking away. “Unless I’m not wearing them, of course.” I glance over my shoulder and bite down on my bottom lip.
Liam arches one brow, the corner of his mouth tips up slightly as if he understands what I meant. I grin before returning to the living room that’s been transformed into a dance club. Tessa is exactly where I left her—in the middle of the room, being the life of the party—and I join her.
The beer flows freely through my blood, making me feel bold and free. I’ve been dancing since I could walk and plan to major in it in college. With my arms in the air, I sway my hips back and forth. Slowly, I move my hands down my body before the main beat of the song hits.
Halsey blares through the speakers.It’s my new favorite song, and it’s impossible not to move to the rhythm. I’ve started playing it while I do my warm-ups before ballet rehearsal.
Tessa’s tipsy and on her way to full-on drunk when she takes my hands in hers and interlocks our fingers as we dance to the music. Her face lights up, looking behind me, and when Halsey’s haunting voice breaks into the bridge, large hands grab my hips. My eyes widen as I peek over my shoulder and realize it’s Liam pressed against my back.
“Don’t stop, beautiful. You shake your ass like a fucking goddess. A goddamn temptation,” he murmurs in my ear.
His touch has every part of my body lighting up, my skin sparking like fireworks on the Fourth of July. He glides his palm across my stomach, holding me tight against his hard body. We rock back and forth, moving in sync as his lips ghost across my neck.
I’m not completely inexperienced, but this is no high school boy trying to get to second base. Liam spins me around so our chests press together, making it very clear he’s aroused. Obviously, he’s not shy about what he wants. He doesn’t stop touching me as a new song starts, and we continue dancing.
Blood rushes to my ears at the thought of him wanting me.All of me. I’ve kissed guys from my school and have done oral on occasion, but Liam doesn’t strike me as the kind of man to only want a make-out session. I’d gladly give him my virginity, though, and wouldn’t think twice about it. Confidence oozes from him, and I’m positive he knows what he’s doing and wouldn’t fumble around to find my clit.
“Want another drink?” he asks with one hand wrapped around my waist as the other cups my face.
I bite down on my lower lip, looking up at him through my dark lashes. Slowly, I shake my head, hoping he understands what I’m implying. His thumb moves to my mouth, plucking my lip out from between my teeth.
“Let’s go.” He tilts his head, grabs my hand, then leads me out of the crowded room. My body buzzes, but it’s not from the alcohol. It’s from him.
He guides me upstairs, and people stand on the steps, looking as if they know what we’re about to do. It sends a nervous shiver down my spine at the thought of giving him my V-card.
The moment we enter a random bedroom, Liam pushes me against the door and claims my mouth. As his hands cup my face, and he presses his body against mine, my heart gallops in my chest. Sliding my tongue between his lips, I coax him to go deeper. Liam’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling slightly until my head falls back, giving him all the access he needs. Moaning, I fist my hands in his shirt and hike my leg around his waist.
“Fuck, Maddie…” he growls as he makes his way down my neck. “The way you dance has my dick so fucking hard.”
My breathing hitches and I remember that I’mnotseventeen. I’m a junior in college with plenty of sexual experience. A man like him needs a woman who isn’t shy about what she wants, and I want to be everything Liam expects and more. My internal pep talk works as I fake my confidence and slide my hand down his torso to the button of his jeans.
He’s hard against my palm as I fight with his zipper, trying to pull down his pants so I can feel his thickness. Liam captures my lips again, pressing his hips forward as I stroke him outside his boxers.
Releasing a throaty moan, I thumb the band of his shorts and yank them down to free his erection, then wrap my hand around his length. I’ve only seen a handful of cocks in real life, but Liam could win awards with his. His pulsating veins and velvety smooth shaft throb against my fingertips as I increase my pace.
He growls, then brings his hands to my ass and lifts me, causing my heels to fall off my feet. I have no idea whose room we’re in, but when my back hits the bed, I no longer care. I’m nearly panting as he towers over me and presses a searing-hot kiss to my mouth. I immediately miss it when he leans back. Grabbing the bottom of my dress, he slides it up my body before tossing it and my purse on the floor.
“Fuck me,” he whispers as he runs his gaze down my chest, stomach, and legs. Every part of me is toned from my years of dancing, and the lust in his eyes sets me on fire.
“I was thinking the same thing,” I say when he pulls off his shirt, and I’m not surprised he has an eight-pack. Tattoos decorate his chest and arms, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. “Your ink is so hot.”
“Thanks.” He smirks before hovering above me, cupping my face as he fuses our lips together.
Kissing him is erotic enough, but then his hand slides down my stomach until he reaches inside my panties. I’m nearly gasping, unable to focus when he slides his finger down my wet slit. He kisses my neck and chest, and my back nearly flies off the bed when he sinks a finger inside me.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he mutters.
When he adds a second finger, stars invade my vision. The sensation is so intense, so brutal in the way he finger fucks me. I want him so bad, but f I don’t tell him I’m a virgin, he’ll rip me to shreds.
“Goddamn, you’re gonna squeeze my dick off, aren’t you?”
I prop myself up when Liam slides my panties down, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. He shifts between my legs, spreading me wide for him. He leans in, kissing my thigh and slowly torturing me with anticipation. Liam finally presses his mouth on me and licks his tongue from my ass to my clit.Holy mother of God. My eyes flutter closed as I fall back on the bed, unable to keep myself up. He knows damn well what he’s doing and exactly where and how to touch me, unlike past boyfriends.
With the bass of the music downstairs shaking the walls of the bedroom, I focus on that as he twists his finger inside me again. The sensation is too much. The way he builds my body to an orgasm is so forceful that I can’t stop the moans escaping my throat.
“Fuck, baby.” Liam sucks on my clit as my body continues to convulse. He reaches up and cups my breast through my bra. “You’re so responsive. So fucking hot.” My chest rises and falls so quickly, I wonder if I’m going to stroke out right here and now. Death by pleasure.
