Page 24 of Liar
Hands roamed flat on my stomach, and I felt a shiver at the gentle, soft touch, trying to tell whose hands they were from how they felt traversing across me. The hands spread, and then lips pressed right below my belly button.
“Declan,” I said, confident. If there was ever a set of lips I knew, it was his.
The hands left my stomach, and once the lips lifted, one of them started to undo my pants, button first, then the zipper. I felt a set of hands on each leg, so I knew they both pulled off my jeans. They left my panties on, though they did spread my legs. My hands started to move; I still held them above my head on my pillow, but my wrists were immediately grabbed by firm hands and pushed back up.
“Travis,” I called it, grinning to myself.
“Are you sure?” Declan’s voice entered my ears, so close that I knew he had to be the one holding onto my wrists.
Wait. What? No way. Declan never got rough or firm with me. Damn. He could mimic Travis’s grip on me with ease. I knew Declan had a wild side, but he’d kept it in for so long, always trying to be the calm and collected one of the group.
The hands on my wrist released me, and I kept them where he’d put them: above my head, together.
Someone ran their fingertips down my leg and up my inner thigh, lightly running along my panty line. Tiny electric tingles raced through me, my heart starting to speed up in my chest as I realized what Declan and Travis were about to do. One of them slid my panties off, but who the hell could say which one? I was locked in a world of black, unable to touch them, pliant to their desires and hungry for whatever they’d give me.
I trusted them. They might’ve lied to me before, tried to trick me and play me, but I trusted them now. That’s what mattered.
My bottom half was now free of all clothing, and I couldn’t help but shiver, mostly in anticipation. Weight moved around on the bed, as I assumed they both got off. I heard Travis’s demanding voice, “Spread your legs, and keep them open.”
Well, when he commanded me like that, how the hell could I say no?
I moved my legs apart, the coolness of the air making my thighs clench. My ears heard the sounds of clothes falling to the floor, and I imagined Travis and Declan shedding what they wore, their dicks already hard.
Let’s just say it was fucking hot to imagine. For whatever reason, knowing Declan and Travis had come together because of me made me all worked up in the best of ways. Blood rushed to the space between my legs, my inner core on fire and ready for whatever would come.
Someone climbed onto the bed with me, their leg brushing against mine as they situated themselves between my open legs. A breathy sigh escaped me the moment I felt the tip of a cock rub against my slit, easily gliding with the wetness already seeping from me. Over and over he rubbed his cock along me. God knew who it was.
Then again, hopefully God wasn’t here right now, because I had the feeling this would be considered sinning of the highest degree.
The tip abruptly left my aching sex, my whole body crying out for more as I felt him crawl off the bed. It was but a moment later when a dark, sexy voice entered my ears: “Who do you think that was, Ash?”
Well, I knew the one asking was Travis, but…as for the dick? I had no idea—and you know what? I didn’t care. I just wanted them to keep doing it. To keep torturing me in the best way.
“I don’t know,” I answered, breathless.
One of them got on the bed, doing the same thing the first: dragging the tip of his cock along my wet folds and making me want to scream just put it in me already. Just fuck me. Just do something because I was going to go mad here before I got some relief.
And then, thank God, I felt the tip prod at my entrance. My body gave way, and he pushed himself inside of me. The only thing I heard was a ragged breath—both mine and his—and the only thing I felt was the satisfying notion of being full.
When he began to thrust slowly, a moan traveled up my throat. A hand found my neck, holding me down, choking the air I breathed, just a bit to be uncomfortable, but not enough to scare me. From the angle it came, I couldn’t tell whether it came from the owner of the cock currently inside me or the person standing near the bed.
My back arched, the blindfold still snug around my head, but the moment I moved my back, the one pumping his cock in me decided to pull out, and the hand on my throat let go. Ugh. Such teases, it wasn’t fair.
Both guys near the bed, Travis’s voice rose again, “Get on your hands and knees. Don’t let that blindfold slip, either.”
Oh, I wouldn’t. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that if I looked, Travis would make good of his word and take Declan with him, leaving me all hot and bothered with nowhere to go. I mean, I could go to Will, but I’d have to get dressed and walk there by myself, which would negate the horny factor here.
My thighs clenched as I did as I was told, slowly lifting myself off my pillow and moving so that I was on my hands and knees, my bare ass in the air. They could come at me from both sides, now.
They both got on the bed, but I couldn’t see who was where, and I definitely couldn’t tell whose hand ran along the side of my face, tapping the edge of my jaw, wordlessly telling me to open up.
My lips parted, and I opened my mouth to whoever was in front of me. He pushed his cock into my mouth slowly, allowing my tongue the opportunity to run underneath it. A hard breath was his response, but still I couldn’t tell who it was.
Behind me, the other toyed with me more, running his hard length along my slickness before pushing the tip inside. I tried to let out a moan, but since my mouth was currently busy, it came out stifled.
Just when I was getting the hang of it, just when I was losing myself in the blind sensations enveloping my entire body, the cock filling my core and the one in my mouth both pulled out, leaving me a kind of empty I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. They shifted, changing positions on me. A wet cock slapped my cheek, and I knew the moment I opened my mouth, I tasted not only his precum but myself as well.
Not a taste I was used to, but it was one I couldn’t fight. He pushed himself into my mouth at the exact same time as the other filled my opposite end. They were in sync for a while, one fucking my pussy and the other my mouth, and I was delirious with pleasure even though I was blind for this particular encounter.
