Page 44 of Liar
As he pulled down my skirt and the panties under it, freeing my bottom half from its clothing, I grabbed him and reversed positions, straddling him. With his green eyes on me, I tore off my shirt and tossed it to the floor. Next off was my bra. And then I straddled him naked, while he still wore way too many clothes.
My hands roamed along his blazer, but I didn’t like feeling the thick fabric between my skin and his, so I helped him take it off, along with the undershirt beneath it, and once he laid back down, I was able to view Sawyer’s chest and abdomen with nothing interfering. Square, hard pectoral muscles that tensed every time I ran my hands along them. Six tiny squares above his stomach, two tiny new ones starting to form at the bottom. The bastard nearly had an eight-pack.
How the hell was a girl supposed to cope when faced with a body like this?
And I didn’t even mention the V-shape that pointed toward his crotch, where his hard dick sat, waiting to be released.
Sawyer’s body was sculpted by God himself. There was no other explanation. It was perfect in every way, tan and muscled and ridiculously sexy. I would lick chocolate off this body. Hell, I’d lick damn near anything off this body with a smile on my face.
A little much?
No, not when it came to Sawyer’s godlike musculature.
“Well?” Sawyer asked, his head resting on his pillow. His lips quirked into a half-smirk, and he said, “If you don’t take off my pants, I’m going to, and then I’m going to ride you all night, Ash.”
“All night, huh?”
“It’s called stamina. Your other boyfriends might not have it, but I do.”
My other boyfriends?
Right, right. I had Declan, Travis, Will. Were they okay with this?
My nagging doubt continued to rise in my mind, even as I shimmied down and started to undo his pants.
But, in the end, it didn’t matter, because not a moment later, my eyes opened, and I realized as I gazed at the darkened ceiling above me, it was just a dream.
Just a dream. No Sawyer in my bed with me. No Declan, either. I’d opted to sleep alone tonight, which was probably a good thing.
A sex dream about Sawyer. It was better than dreaming about my past, that’s for sure.
I rolled onto my side, my skin flushed. The space between my legs was warm, as if I’d been clenching my thighs in my sleep. No way in hell I’d be able to fall back asleep, not with my heart racing and my body so worked up. My body rared to go, but I had nowhere to go…
And then I remembered Declan sleeping in his bed not too far from my current position.
Hmm. Would it be weird if I woke him up to fuck him after having a sex dream of Sawyer? I mean, things like that had to happen with other girls who had more than one boyfriend, right? I wasn’t alone in this confused, horny state, was I?
I didn’t let myself think about it too long. I rolled out of bed, tiptoed to Declan’s, and through the moonlight streaming in through the cracks in the blinds, I saw he was on his side. “Declan,” I whispered, setting a hand on his arm.
He rolled to face me, blinking. Still super groggy, but kind of awake. “Ash? What is it? Is something wrong—” He got up way too fast, and I stopped him from flying out of the bed.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I said, pushing him back down, flat onto his back. No panic attacks, no running away. Nothing at all was wrong; my body just needed some relief. “I need your help with something.”
Declan didn’t hesitate, because he wasn’t like that. He’d do anything for me. “Anything.”
“Let me fuck you.” My words were blatant and rough, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know how else to say it without begging, and now was not the time I wanted to get on my knees and beg. I’d woken up before that dream got to the good stuff, so I needed to fill my quota.
That got him to wake up a bit. And probably his dick to perk up. “What?” He blinked, lifting his head up as he stared at me through the darkness. “You want to…” He trailed off, unable to say it. Out of all of my boyfriends, Declan was the least crude. He got embarrassed easily, which I found ironic, considering the things he and Travis had done to me.
You know, together.
I crawled into his bed, beneath his sheets. He only wore shorts, no shirt, and my palms ran along his flat, smooth chest. Not an ounce of fat on him, but not overly-muscled, either. Declan was, simply, Declan, and I loved him for it…even if there was something he wasn’t telling me.
I supposed, in the end, since there was something I wasn’t telling him, we were even.
“I want to fuck you,” I repeated. “Now as long as that’s okay with you, I’m going to get started.” My hands traveled to the waistband of his shorts, and I found it was more than okay with him. His dick was already hard, poised and ready to please me.
With a yank, I tore down his shorts just enough to expose him beneath the blankets. I wore a thin tank top and booty shorts, no underwear, so all I had to do was position myself just right, and I could ride him with my shorts still on.
