Page 57 of Liar
It was a warning I’d throw to the wayside, I think.
I fisted his shirt in both hands, moving to crawl on top of him. Will’s back leaned against my headboard, and I hungrily brought my lips to his once more. This time he was ready for me, hands roaming my back, tugging at my shirt as his mouth devoured mine. A growing hardness swelled under me, and I ground myself against it, causing Will to tear his mouth from mine and let out a groan.
I used the opportunity to take off my shirt and toss it to the floor. It actually landed in my empty suitcase, go figure. The next thing that came off was my bra, Will’s hazel eyes eating every inch of my body up. Like I was his salvation, the light in his darkness. Like he needed me more than he needed the air in his lungs to breathe.
Warmth spread anywhere he touched me, jolts of electricity traveling down my spine as I let him caress me. I might’ve let out a sigh of pleasure that was a bit loud, for Declan took off his headphones, said “What,” and glanced over his shoulder at us. His cheeks immediately turned red, only growing redder when Will and I met his warm, tawny stare. “Oh. I didn’t…I could go to the lobby—”
“Why?” I asked, lifting a single brow. “Stay.” And then I suggested something else: “Watch.” Oh, yeah. I’d put on a good show. A show so good Declan would be dying to join in. If there was ever a chance at a brother sandwich, it was now.
“I…” It was all Declan could say, because then I rocked along the erection beneath me, causing Will to moan and bend to kiss my neck. Will was more than content to keep going. And, anyways, it wasn’t the first time either brother had watched me with the other. I supposed it was easier to ignore when we were at Will’s place, or when we were at Sawyer’s.
Here and now? There was hardly anywhere to look that didn’t involve Will and I on the bed. These dorm rooms weren’t that big.
Will’s mouth moved to my jaw, and then to my mouth, and for a while we were lost in each other. Every so often I made sure to put pressure on him beneath me, and each time I was satisfied when I felt a twitch of his cock. Declan didn’t get up, didn’t leave. He also didn’t move to put his headphones back on.
Hmm. Maybe he was going to watch.
But then Declan did something I wasn’t expecting. Even with his cheeks flared up in what I assumed was embarrassment, Declan got to his feet, came over to the bed, sat on the empty edge at the foot of it, and pulled me off Will’s lap, bringing me to his. And then he kissed me perhaps the hardest he ever had.
All of my thoughts flew out of the window. I didn’t have to try to get Declan involved; he was already here, already touching me, showing me he wanted me. Telling me he needed me, whether his brother was here or not.
It was…an empowering thing, being wanted by two guys simultaneously. Especially brothers who were willing to share everything. It was also incredibly sexy, ramping up the horny factor by quite a lot.
Both Will and Declan were on my bed. Will sat at the head, Declan at the base. So far I was the only one who had some clothes off, but I knew that’d change eventually.
Declan’s mouth tore off mine, his skin an adorable shade of pink as his eyes dipped below my chin, taking in the sight of my bare, heaving chest. “Lay down,” he whispered, a command, though it wasn’t strictly spoken like one.
I glanced behind me, unable to think about it before Will’s hands found my shoulders and he laid me down, right on his lap. His erection sat less than three inches from my head, and I knew if his cock wasn’t restricted by jeans, it’d probably be slapping me in the face. Declan took my legs and straightened them out, running his palms along the fabric of my jeans and causing me to shiver.
Funny, because the furthest thing I was was cold. I felt so very hot I could explode.
Declan must’ve been taking a page out of Travis’s book, because as I laid there, following his orders, he worked on taking my jeans off. The button, the zipper, slowly tugging them down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my black panties. At least they were a decent pair. I’d made sure to get some new ones during Christmas break, told my mom my old ones were just that: old, worn, and ratty. Needless to say, she did not know why I suddenly needed new underwear.
When his fingers brushed over the sensitive skin around my inner thighs, toying with my pantie line, Will’s hands hardened over my shoulders, as if he thought I was going to get up and deny either of them this…this…whatever the heck this was. Hell no. I was in it for the long haul now.
My panties came off within the next moment, and Declan orchestrated how he wanted us on the bed: me, no longer laying down, but resting my back against Will’s chest. Will’s feet woven under mine, his ankles hooked on mine, forcing my legs open and holding them there. Smooth, large hands encompassed my entire breasts, and Will held onto me, holding me against his chest as Declan got to work between my legs, his erection steadily pressing against my lower back.
The moment Declan’s mouth connected with my clit, I lost it. He could work magic, no joke. Declan could give me practically a dozen orgasms in a matter of minutes. A bit of an exaggeration, but not much of one. Literally, his skills were unmatched—and to have Will behind me, his erection at my back, his hands on my breasts, tweaking my nipples and breathing hard into my ear? Fuck. How was a girl supposed to handle herself?
Heat steadily rose within me, my breathing turning ragged. I could hardly move at all, could hardly grind myself against Declan’s face, but did that stop me from trying? No, it didn’t.
Declan’s skills pushed me off my precipice within minutes. My toes clenched, my inner thighs trembling as I came, hot bliss touching every single nerve in my body, not stopping until I was basically goo in Will’s hands.
Neither brother seemed to want to stop, though. Will kept his hold on me, pinching my nipples, watching what was happening between my legs, and Declan remained just as furiously devoted to my clit as he was before—only this time he stuck two fingers inside of me, filling me up as he sucked on my aching, greedy nub.
Sensation overload. My mind and body turned to mush, and I could do nothing but lay there and take it, maybe cry out every time the pleasure built and became too much. The familiar feeling of an orgasm built within me yet again, and I could do nothing to fight it. My body would be shattered with the number of orgasms Declan could bring me. With such ease, too.
Maybe I could get him to teach the others…
Don’t get me wrong, the others all had their skills, though I’d still yet to be with Sawyer, but Declan? Oh, he was unmatched when it came to giving head. Totally unmatched in every way. He could play me like a fiddle, make me forget all of my worries and my stress. There truly was no better stress reliever than a mountain of orgasms to end your day.
I lost count of how many times Declan brought me to the brink, shoving me over with his unrelenting tongue. When his teeth grazed my aching, swollen clit, I cried out, “Fuck!” There were no other words in my head. Nothing else could summarize exactly how I felt: and that was gloriously high on pleasure.
I was panting by the time Declan removed his fingers from my pussy, their lengths glistening with my wetness. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before giving me a sheepish expression.
After all that, now he chose to appear tentative and meek? Oh, come on.
Will’s ankles slipped from under mine, allowing me the respite of closing my legs, albeit temporarily. He slid off the bed, starting to shed his clothes. His stare, heavy with desire, rested on me and my naked form. “I don’t know about you, Declan, but I really need to feel her around me.”
