Page 16 of Liar
The least I could do for this girl was try to make amends with Sawyer. Or, rather, try to let him make amends with me.
“You know, same old, same old,” she mused, wriggling out of her jacket and tossing it onto her bed. She now stood before me in her holey jeans, socks, and a tight, thin shirt that was almost one-hundred percent see-through, the fabric so worn. Her bra was a dark red, a deep maroon color.
I’d seen that bra before. I liked that bra.
“Boring,” she finished, reaching down to yank off her socks, leaving them in two small balls on the floor before padding over to me and sitting herself on my lap.
She fit perfectly, too. Her thin, slender frame curled against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I leaned my cheek on the top of her head.
“I wish I didn’t have to go to classes,” Ash whispered.
“A few more years and you won’t.” I didn’t want time to pass us that quickly. I’d graduate before Travis; he was the lucky one who’d been held back in third grade, so he’d get to spend more time with her. Me? I’d graduate. Will probably would, too, even if he chose a new major. Some of his credits from his old school would still apply. Sawyer…I didn’t know about him. I assumed the classes he’d taken last semester he had to drop out of since he was gone the entire last month and didn’t take his finals, so maybe he was behind.
I needed to make the most out of every second I had with her. I needed to make Ash realize that she was my everything; without her, I’d have nothing.
“I don’t want to think about that,” Ash murmured, tilting her face up. I had to stop leaning my cheek against her, meet her grey eyes. Like two storm clouds, threatening to downpour. Such beautiful eyes, set in a face that drove me crazy.
“Me neither,” I agreed, lowering my mouth to hers, kissing her softly, sweetly, trying to tell her that this—us, here, now—was all that mattered. We’d face what the future held when the future was here.
Her lips were pliant against mine, letting me take the lead. Her hand curled against my neck, angling herself better as she parted her mouth, inviting me in. Anytime she was with me, my body was on fire. Each and every nerve in me screamed they had to have her, had to feel her soft skin against mine. Had to get her out of those clothes and tear off that maroon bra.
Our mouths parted, both of us panting, as my fingers found the bottom of her shirt, helping it off her. Her chest heaved against the smooth fabric of the bra, and I reached behind her, unhooking the clasp and tossing it aside, freeing her chest from that restrictive fabric.
God, she was beautiful. There was nothing about her I’d change. Nothing at all. She was everything to me. All-encompassing and all-consuming; she filled the hole that had been left in my heart, and then some.
I brought my lips to her neck, relishing in each and every sweet sigh escaping her throat. Dragging my lips along her collarbone, she shivered against me, arching her back and spreading her legs to straddle me in the chair. She ground against me, eliciting an aching hardness between my legs that only grew as the moments ticked by.
I kept one hand poised around her lower back, the other wandered up to her head, cradling it as I nipped at her tender skin. When I started to suck the crook of her neck, Ash let out a moan that ignited me to my very core.
That’s it. I had to have her naked. Though it felt amazing for her to grind against me, I pushed her off of me, leading us to the bed. I didn’t let her crawl on; first, my fingers danced around the button on her jeans, our gazes locking. I watched as she held her breath as I undid the button, the zipper shortly after. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing hard.
It wasn’t the only hard thing in the room. I was, too. Almost painfully so.
But now wasn’t about me. It was about Ash.
It was always about Ash.
Her eyelids fluttered closed as I helped her out of her panties, dropping them to the floor on top of her jeans. I leaned my forehead against hers as I helped her onto my bed, laying her down flat and spreading her legs wide.
Having her naked before me was indescribable. The lust in her expression, her lips parted, how she opened her legs to me without question, without a single trace of hesitation. She was beauty incarnate; I didn’t deserve her. The least I could do for this angel was talk with Sawyer. If that’s what she wanted, it’s what I wanted.
I ran my hands along her inner thighs, feeling the soft skin beneath my palms tremble in anticipation of what I was about to do. If there was one thing Ash praised me on, it was my skill with my tongue. If she had her way, I was pretty sure I’d be permanently attached to her sex at all hours of the day.
Not that I would complain much, because the sounds she made kept my heart beating.
I lowered myself to her apex, breathing on her tempting pink folds. I licked my fingers, running two of them along her, watching as she instantly arched her back; her way of crying out for more. Moving aside my fingers, I tasted her with my tongue, circling her clit before putting pressure on it, teasing it, sucking on it.
Ash breathed out a breathy moan, her hands fisting in my sheets. Her hips started to rock, grinding her apex against my mouth, and I responded by inserting a finger into her wet, needy hole. I had to close my eyes, focusing on how she felt against my mouth, how tight her inner walls were on my finger, not to mention the sounds filling the air.
It was a symphony I could listen to twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
My finger pumped into her faster, my sucking on her clit intensifying. I knew just by the way her breathing hitched that she was close. I knew what Ash liked, how to get her off, how to edge her to her precipice again and again and enjoy every second of it.
When Ash came, she moaned an earth-shattering moan, her inner walls clenching around my finger. Her entire body tensed up for a few moments, relaxing shortly after. This was normally when I would keep going, pushing her to orgasm again and again, but for whatever reason, the desire in me was too strong, the ache in my balls too much to ignore. I needed to be inside her, and I needed it now.
I withdrew my finger from her, lifting my mouth off her. All of my clothes were still on, but I rectified that with ease, tossing every single garment I wore onto the floor before positioning myself between her legs, holding myself above her.
When she looked at me right then, with such love and such need, I nearly lost it. I hoped, prayed I gave her the same look. Ash had to know how important she was to me.
