Liars and Liaisons by Sav R. Miller

26

Searing,annihilating pain shoots through me, immobilizing me and stealing my vision for a beat. My nails press into the ground and my eyes slam shut, attempting to keep out the agony.

My heart lurches into my throat. I can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t speak. I’m full—so fucking full—but I can’t even focus on that with the ache in my soul, between my thighs, reverberating in my pussy.

I’m dizzy. High on him at the same time it feels like I’m dying.

How many times do you have to do it before it stops hurting?

“Open your eyes.”

A small whimper wriggles its way from me, but I manage to peel one lid back. Through the mask, his eyes blaze a bright green in the moonlight, and it feels so different from the first time I saw him in it. Equally thrilling, but somehow more concrete.

I feel him retreat, his engorged cock scraping my inner muscles. Then, in a painstakingly fluid motion, he pushes back in, all the way until his hips are flush with mine. Pressure strikes my lower abdomen, warmth spreading throughout my body as the pain begins to subside.

The next thrust starts the same—the slow pull out, the incomparable sense of loss. It quickly turns brutal though, and my arms grate against the earth as he pushes me up a few inches with the force.

“You’re a virgin.”

I can barely concentrate as he saws in and out of me, making my tits bounce.

Is it that obvious that I don’t know what I’m doing?

“Well, I was. We kind of obliterated that at the fundraiser.”

Picking up speed, he mutters a curse under his breath. Grasping my hip in his hand, he takes the other and rolls my nipple under his thumb. A second later, he dips his head and takes the hardened peak between his lips, sucking so hard that my back bows completely off the ground.

Snaking his arm around my waist, he presses his palm into my back, keeping me up while he fucks me. If my inexperience is a turnoff, he doesn’t let it show, driving in and out with a savagery that makes my vision swim.

Sweat slicks down the sides of my face, and our collective moans fill the air. I lift a hand, tentatively letting it coast across his chest, wishing he weren’t still wearing his clothing.

Still, there’s something exciting about the fact that he’s clothed and I’m in ruins. Almost like he couldn’t possibly wait any longer to be inside me.

My pussy clamps down around him at the thought, climax teasing the edges of my body with icy fingertips.

“Look at me,” he snaps, and I shake my head to clear it. “I don’t want you thinking of anyone else while my dick is inside you, got it? Not my brother, not God, not your fake masked fantasy. It’s just you and me.”

I nod, only half-listening. It’s hard to pay attention while he tries to fuck me into the ground. A burial of sorts—DEATH BY DICK.

I can see Cora erecting the headstone now.

“Christ. How is it possible that you feel this good?” He grips beneath my knee, pushing my thighs even further apart, until it burns.

Flames engulf my entire body, raining down on us like hellfire, and my ensuing moan ricochets off the sunflowers, into the night sky.

“I can’t stop, baby.”

There’s a plea laced in his words, desperation starting to unravel the threads barely holding him together.

“Don’t,” I beg, kicking my calves.

He releases my legs, and on instinct, I wrap them around his waist, urging him closer, faster, deeper.

I want him to force his way inside me and not ever be able to find his way back out.

“Yeah? You want it, dirty girl?”

I nod, frantic, my fingers grappling with his biceps. He goes harder, scooting us up the path; the earth is unforgiving on my exposed skin.

“Tell me with words what you want.”

“Come,” I choke out, my own orgasm barreling through me like a rocket. “I want you to come. Hard. Just for me.”

“That’s a little greedy,” he sneers, squeezing my tit until I cry out. “Lucky for you, I’m fucking greedy too. I want every noise, every orgasm, every single thought you’re having to be mine. I want to swallow you whole and make my brother pay for ever thinking you could belong to him.”

He rocks against me, the sound of sopping flesh smacking together loud in the sunflower field.

Then, “Are you on birth control?”

I try to answer, but he slides his free hand over my mouth in the next second. His fingers partially block airflow to my nostrils, and now, I’m toying with limited oxygen while ecstasy skates up my spine, making my limbs go numb.

“On second thought, I don’t care. I’m gonna come inside my dirty girl’s sweet pussy, and I hope you get pregnant. Let Nathaniel try to claim you again when you’ve got my baby in your belly; I’d peel the skin from his bones and use them as toothpicks.”

My sound of surprise and disgust—and titillation—is muffled. Release courses through my veins, firing on all cylinders when it finally hits. This man is fucking insane, and I can’t even find it in me to care.

God, Violet, you are in trouble.

When I feel him start to swell, his thrusts growing staggered, my orgasm crests over the mountaintop. Oblivion smacks me clean in the face, and I let out a groan that fights its way up my throat, still loud, even with his hand covering the sound.

With one final plunge, Grayson bottoms out, his hips flush with mine as he comes. His head tips back, the mask obscuring some of his features, but the taut circle of his mouth is what prolongs my own release. Warmth fills me, and with an animalistic noise, he slides out, fisting his cock and stroking furiously.

I watch, dazed, as the tip continues to shoot thick ropes of cum. A few spurts paint my stomach, and a second later, I feel it leaking out of me. I go to close my thighs, but he shakes his head, using his elbow to keep me open.

“I shouldn’t love that so much,” he mutters, dragging the head of his dick through the mess before gently pushing back in.

When I open my mouth to gasp, he swoops down, stealing the breath with a hot, wet kiss.

A couple more thrusts, and he finally pulls out, sitting back with a satisfied smirk on his brutally handsome face. I’m trying to catch my breath and right my vision when I feel him swirling a thumb around my clit, redoubling his earlier efforts, in the opposite direction as before.

His jaw goes slack as he watches, his hand not letting up, even after my climax has subsided and all we’re left with is the consequences of what just happened.

He doesn’t seem in any hurry to acknowledge them though.

“Your pulse is racing,” he says, and I realize a beat too late that he can feel me throbbing. As he shifts, the hood of his cloak falls off, revealing his dark, disheveled hair as it tumbles over the horns of his mask. “Do you like being covered in me?”

I don’t answer. It seems rhetorical.

“Give me one more.”

I shake my head, still practically vibrating from the last. A delicate ache appears between my legs, and I try to move away, but he comes with me.

“I can’t.”

“You can, and you will.” He presses harder, and I feel that pulse in my throat. “One more, Violet. Please.”

My brows lift at that. “I thought you said you wouldn’t beg.”

“That was before I knew I’d grow addicted to the way you come.” He climbs backward, his fingers not losing their rhythm, even as he drops to his stomach. With his elbows in the dirt, he inches forward, crawling to put his head between my thighs.

An orgasm tingles at the base of my spine at the sight of him in such a position. Vulnerable and wanton, willing to crawl through dirt for this.

For me.

He presses a palm to my right thigh, pushing so my knee is touching the ground. A hoarse sound shudders out of me when I feel his mouth on my skin, doubling the assault on my pussy as he drags his tongue up my slit.

Shame skitters at the corners of my lucid thoughts—I’m soaked in several different body fluids, and I don’t know if that’s appealing or not.

But when I try once more to wriggle away, Grayson just wraps his arms around my legs and props them on his shoulders, pinning me in place.

“I have never in my life had the pleasure of tasting something so sweet, so delectable. I want to spend the rest of my night devouring you.”

And he does.