Page 1 of Liar
Chapter One – Ash
Rope was so much better than chains. For one thing, chains made me feel like I was stuck in the eighteenth century or something, locked in a dungeon awaiting a punishment for my crimes. They were cold metal too, clamped on my wrists. I wasn’t a huge fan.
Now, rope? That I could get used to. Rope could be tied in so many ways, knotted and made pretty. A rope could hold your wrists together tightly and refuse to let go, no slack and no give.
I’d convinced Travis to give rope a go over break—through a series of texts that included pictures and how-tos, and he’d surprised me on our first day back on campus.
Yep. Our first day back at Hillcrest after winter break. Classes hadn’t started yet, but they would soon enough. There was still a lot I had to do, too—go get my textbooks from the bookstore in the union, go to Will’s dorm room and help him settle in. Really, the list went on and on and on.
Winter break had been almost unnecessarily long. It was great to see my mom again and not feel paranoid that Ray would stalk into the picture and hurt her, or me.
I also saw Kelsey. Things would never be like they were before, but…we talked. We both knew we fucked up. What happened would never be forgotten, but she’d been my friend for years. With everything that had happened during my first semester in Hillcrest, I couldn’t give her up and hold the grudge forever.
Coming so close to my ex, to death—well, those experiences made me realize what was important. Her friendship, my mom, and, of course, the guys.
I was well aware that I was currently letting myself drown in the feeling of the rope tying my wrists together and holding them up, but it was a necessary pain. And it wasn’t so much pain as it was pleasure, anyways. Travis never hurt me, though he said he would if I was into it.
Hint: I wasn’t. No knife play for me. Now, those other toys in that dresser drawer…
I wore nothing, laying atop Travis’s bed, only the rope keeping my arms up and pinning me down. Travis was hard at work between my legs, his mouth heating my entire body up like a sauna, a fire burning deep within my belly. Like it usually was when with him, my body was raring to go. There was no countdown, no yellow or red lights. It was always go, go, go, green forevermore.
Letting out a flustered sigh, my eyelids slammed shut, and I arched my back as much as I could with my arms tied above my head. Being restrained meant I couldn’t move like I usually did, but that was just an added challenge.
I loved it.
I loved him, even if he was a bit psychotic. Even after all this time, I hadn’t asked for details. I didn’t want to know what exactly happened that night I’d spent with Will and Declan; I knew Ray was gone, and I had Travis and his family to thank. The Scotts. Apparently, their money came from doing stuff like that.
Killing. Their money came from killing, and it was not something I cared to think about.
The pleasure built within me, steadily growing until I couldn’t fight the feeling anymore. When the orgasm swept through me, I cried out. Being quiet was so not my thing, and I didn’t care if Travis’s neighbors heard us. They might not even be back from break yet. Some people waited until the absolute last minute to come back.
Travis’s mouth left my apex, his lips sleek with saliva after he ran his tongue over them, as if he could not get enough of me. Of my taste. Everything about me. His dark hair was messy, his eyes so blue they seemed to stare right through me. His tattooed abdomen shook with ragged breaths, and he gave me a slow, seductive smirk. “I adore the sounds you make, Ash.”
“Just the sounds?” I asked, tilting my head as I met his eyes.
He crawled up me, his knees spreading my legs further apart, his hard cock sliding against the slickness of my sex. Travis didn’t push in, though. He simply grinned at me and said, “Everything about you. I adore it all.” He brought his lips to the crook of my neck, his mouth roaming along that tender area while his hands ran up and down my body, focusing on my breasts, on my nipples, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through me.
I smiled, loving hearing it. If I could listen to Travis shower me with compliments all day, every day, I would. Somehow, I had the feeling he didn’t do things like that often. He’d been with other girls, but this, us—we were different. We’d been through so much together, and I hoped we’d continue to rise above anything else life threw at us.
It might be selfish of me, but I never wanted to let him go.
His teeth grazed my jaw, and I turned my head to the side, staring at the wall beside the bed as I felt his hard length push into me, filling me up. There was something to be said about how connected I felt with him, how badly I needed him.
Another thing I’d taken care of over break was meeting with a doctor and getting put on birth control. Luckily my mom was not at that particular appointment, so she had no idea about what I’d asked for, and what I’d been given a prescription for. I also had myself tested, just to make sure.
I gave the guys homework, too. They all had to get tested if they wanted to be with me skin on skin, if you knew what I meant.
They were all good, and so was I. There were now no barriers between us, and things had never felt better.
Travis rocked his hips, dragging his cock out of me before thrusting and filling me up. I wanted more. I wanted all of it. I wanted every ounce of pain and pleasure Travis would give me, eating it up like I was starved. In a way, I was, having been so far away from him during break. I’d missed my Hillcrest boys so much it was unreal.
My wrists tugged at the rope holding them tight, a natural reaction of mine to being fucked. My legs curled around him, as if begging him for more, wordlessly telling him to keep going. Harder, faster, longer. I craved it all.
I’d known from the very beginning Travis was a weakness of mine, but he was also my strength. If I didn’t have him, if I didn’t have Declan and Will, where would I be now? Up Shitcreek without a paddle.
Seriously. I’d be lost without them, and without me, they’d still be bickering. Fighting. Bullying each other. They wouldn’t be friends anymore.
But that was behind us. Things were better now. We knew who had killed Sabrina, and that man was dead. We had nothing to worry about this semester, besides our grades and the general state of our lives. This semester we would truly see if we could make this work.
