Page 85 of Liars and Liaisons

His head moves, turning toward his shoulder. “It’s impolite to watch something you weren’t invited to.”

Clearing my throat, I manage to unstick one of my feet from the floor. “Whywasn’tI invited?”

“You were asleep, and I don’t normally allow anyone to sit in while I play.”

My brows shoot up. “How come?”

“Because it fucks with my process.”

“Oh.” I walk over, standing just out of reach if he were to turn and try to grab me. “Well, just pretend I’m not here.”

He chuckles, swiveling on the bench seat. His legs stretch the fabric of his dark cigarette pants, and he leans forward, tugging the blanket from me. “You are a beacon of light, Little Echo. You shine in any room. I would never be able to not notice.”

His words do something funny to my insides; heat spreads through my stomach, up to my chest, before settling at my throat. I move closer, a tide being pulled by the moon.

“That blush of yours doesn’t get old.” Stars dance in his green gaze, making them look molten. “I’ve wondered where else it travels to. If your pussy gets as pink as your cheeks.”

I’m certain I’m blushing even harder now. But I spread my legs anyway, moving to mount his thigh. The hard, muscular feel of him through the fabric of his pants draws a short gasp from my lips, and he grips my hips in both hands.

“More so,” I say, forcing seduction into my voice even though I have no idea what I’m doing. “Warmer too.”

We haven’t had sex since the sunflower field, and I can’t help the bitter sting of disappointment. Maybe it wasn’t as good as he had expected, so now, he’s settling for eating me out just to curb the addiction.

“That so?” One slashed brow cocks, and he slowly slides a hand inward. It shoves between his leg and my pussy, gently gliding through my damp flesh before plunging inside me.

His other hand moves to my ass, pushing me so my clit grinds against the heel of his hand and his thigh underneath. I suck in a gulp of air, my muscles spasming already with the movements.

“You’re right.Verywarm. Tight as fuck too, Violet. You’re practically begging to be filled right up, walking around here with nothing on. Parading this sweet ass in front of me like I won’t bend you over this piano and take another of your virginities.”

My blood boils at the image.

“Oh, do you like the idea of me fucking your ass?” His voice grows hoarse, deepening as he slips his finger out.

I whimper at the loss, but it turns into a strangled noise when I feel distinct pressure against my back hole. He toys with the puckered aperture between my ass cheeks, spreading my arousal around and around until I’m squirming, trying to ride the massage.

“Maybe I will.” The finger leaves, and two more plunge into my pussy, stroking against that spot that makes me see stars. “I’ll fuck you here first. Get my dick wet enough so I can fit elsewhere.” A pause, and that deviant smile returns. “Or not. You like blood, Violet. Maybe I’ll just use yours for entry and then blow my load as deep as I’m able to get.”

A breath shudders out of me, and I claw at his shirt as electricity zooms through my veins.

“Doesn’t that sound good, dirty girl? You want to leak blood and cum again?” He captures a hardened nipple between his teeth, then sucks it all the way into his mouth, releasing it with a lewd pop. “You’ll go meet with Nathaniel, and it’ll just drip out of you the whole time. That way, you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

“Oh my God.”

I close my eyes, and suddenly, we’re back at the fundraiser, having a similar conversation. Not about my ass, but he’s talking about coming in me, filling me up, and I can’t stop staring at the mask. Wondering who’s beneath it because Nate has never talked like this. He’s as uptight with sex as I am, but maybe the mask is emboldening.

“Wait, wait.” With his free hand, he starts working at his fly, and I open my eyes just long enough to assist. His cock is heavy in my hand as we push his pants out of the way, and then he’s lifting me, positioning me over his lap. “Guide it in.”

I gape at him. “I don’t know how.”

“It’s instinctual, dirty girl. Listen to your body and slide your pussy over my cock.”

My breathing hollows out as I reach between us, shifting until I feel the smooth head at my entrance. I hold it there and relax my thighs slightly, letting him push in until it burns.

We hiss at the same time, the contact scorching. I pause my descent, huffing, every muscle in my body coiled tight, like a rusty spring.

Grayson’s thumbs knead my ass—a silent encouragement. Sinking my nails into his shoulders, I press down more; the head pops its way in, and I’m full again, stretching to accommodate his sheer size.

Swallowing, I look up and keep my eyes on his, just so I know I’ll stay in the moment. There’s nothing between us now—no brothers, no secret agenda, no mask. Just a man and a woman, coming together because they can’t keep away.

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