Page 95 of Liars and Liaisons

He pulls out suddenly, giving me a couple of seconds to breathe. Strands of spit connect us while the rest slides from my lips, dripping onto my chest. His cock is slick, shiny with me, and I stick my tongue out to clean him up.

“Don’t you dare.” He tightens his grip on my hair, yanking my head back as much as it’ll go.

My skull digs into the door, but I ignore it, too enraptured by the heady glint in his sinister gaze. I’m practically vibrating with the need to have him in me again.

“If I’m gonna fuck these perfect, perky tits,” he grinds out, “then I need all the spit I can get. Do it right, baby. Make a mess of me.”

Jesus. If I’d known before that sex would be this hot and feel this good, I wouldn’t have waited for so long.

Attempting to relax my throat, I inhale through my nose and watch him disappear between my lips again. I swivel my eyes up to find him staring down at me, holding his shirt beneath his chin as he saws in and out slowly. First the tip, then more, until all I can taste and feel ishim.

Another gag, and this time, he pulls out, sliding down my body. A pearly bead of his arousal leaks from his wet tip, and he spits on my chest. I flinch, and his gaze turns absolutely feral.

Distantly, a buzzing sound encroaches on the lust-induced haze floating around me. I don’t notice at first when Grayson fishes his phone from his pants pocket, discarded on the floor. He holds a hand against the partition separating us from the front of the vehicle, steadying as we brake and then take off again.

Annoyance flashes across his face for the briefest moment, but he tamps it down as he positions himself on top of me. Straddling my ribs, he strokes his cock and keeps his gaze on mine. A god in the flesh, hell-bent on ravishing the human he designed.

I’m panting, my thighs damp and my pulse frenzied.

He directs my hands, making me press my breasts even tighter together. When he starts to glide his dick between them, he answers the call and puts it on speaker.

My eyes bulge out of my head, and his answering smirk makes me dizzy.

“What?” he barks into the phone, hips moving in a tantalizingly slow rhythm.

“Cut the goddamn attitude.” A man’s harsh voice comes over the line, irritation dripping from every word. “What the hell’s this I hear about you wanting to go back to the university next spring?”

I squirm, arousal spinning a tight tapestry in my stomach. Grayson continues fucking my tits, the solid feel of him between them unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s debasing and thrilling, having him looming over me, succumbing to such a primal need like this.

I crave his cum, opening my mouth as if I might be able to catch it.

His nostrils flare as he watches me. “Well,Dad,” he says, and for some reason, that makes the situation worse and better, all at once, “you told me to reenter civil society. That’s what I’m doing.”

“Next year isn’t fucking good enough, boy, and certainly not if you’re staying in Massachusetts. You need to be in New Yorktomorrow. There are film deals waiting on you, production companies that want you writing scores for them. Your little teaching job can wait.”

“I don’t think it can.”

“And I don’t give a rat’s tiny little ass what you think. Stop fucking around and get your shit together, or I’ll out you to the press about what really goes on at your parties, and you won’t be able to have a career anywhere. You’ll rot in the state pen, and the only music you’ll hear is whatever your cellmate hums in your ear when he fucks you.”

Grayson works his jaw, only seeming to be half-listening to his father. His gaze is intense, pouring liquid heat down the length of my body.

When he slaps my tit, I’m not expecting it at all. I cry out with the impact, that heat morphing into delicious ecstasy. It oozes over me like warm honey, coating me in its toxicity at the same time my nerve endings soar.

“What the fuck was that?” his father demands. “Are you fucking someone right now?”

“Not my cellmate,” Grayson replies, placing the phone on my chest, above my breasts. He picks up his speed, the sloppy sounds of our skin rubbing together now loud in the vehicle, and then reaches around to slide his hand between my thighs.

“Oh,” I moan, biting my lip when he pushes two fingers in, no preamble. I want to care that he’s making me an exhibitionist in front of hisfather, but it all feels too good, and I can’t move, so I just spread my legs as wide as I can get and watch him unravel.

“You remember Violet, don’t you, Dad?” He covers both of my hands with his free one, bucking faster and faster against me. “Nate’s old girl? The one you told me to stay away from? Well, I’ve got her in a very compromising position in my car right now, and I’m about to—”

He cuts off, making a choking sound as his head tips back. My eyes widen, and I stick out my tongue when the first rope of hot, sticky semen spurts against my chest, my chin. His low, gravelly groan fills the car, drowning out the string of curses from his father.

But even as I come, my pussy clamping down hard around Grayson’s fingers and biting my tongue to keep quiet, I notice his father hasn’t hung up. And through the euphoria, that causes a sick feeling to knot in my stomach, replacing the excitement from everything else.

Grayson’s labored breathing takes the place of our collective groaning, and he sighs, staring at the phone. I glance down and see the screen is covered in him; he lifts it and holds it up to my face.

Keeping my eyes on him, I strain my neck and lick it clean.

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