“Fuck me,” he whispers as he runs his gaze down my chest, stomach, and legs. Every part of me is toned from my years of dancing, and the lust in his eyes sets me on fire.
“I was thinking the same thing,” I say when he pulls off his shirt, and I’m not even surprised he has an eight-pack. Tattoos decorate his chest and arms, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. “Your ink is really hot.”
“Thanks.” He smirks before hovering above me, cupping my face as he fuses our lips together. Kissing him is erotic enough, but then his hand slides down my stomach until he reaches inside my panties. I’m nearly gasping, unable to focus when he slides his finger down my wet slit. He kisses my neck and chest, and my back nearly flies off the bed when he sinks a finger inside me.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he mutters. When he adds a second finger, I see stars. The sensation is so intense, so brutal in the way he finger fucks me. I want him so badly, but I know if I don’t tell him I’m a virgin, he’ll rip me to shreds. “Goddamn, you’re going to squeeze my dick off, aren’t you?” He chuckles as if he finds that amusing.
I prop myself up when Liam slides my panties down, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. He shifts between my legs, spreading me wide for him. He leans in, kissing my thigh and slowly torturing me with anticipation. Liam finally presses his mouth on me and licks his tongue from my ass to my clit. Holy mother of God. My eyes flutter closed as I fall back on the bed, unable to keep myself up. No guy has ever put his mouth on me this way. They’ve attempted but failed miserably. Liam knows damn well what he’s doing and exactly where and how to touch me.
With the bass of the music downstairs shaking the walls of the bedroom, I focus on that as he twists his finger inside me again. The intensity of it all is too much. The way he builds my body to an orgasm is so forceful that I can’t stop the moans that escape from my throat.
“Fuck, baby.” Liam sucks on my clit as my body continues to convulse. He reaches up and cups my breast through my bra. “You’re so responsive. So fucking hot.” My chest rises and falls so quickly, I wonder if I’m going to stroke out right here and now. Death by pleasure.
“You okay?” He towers over me, licking my arousal off his lips.
“Yes…” I breathe out.
“How much have you had to drink?”
His question takes me off guard as I blink up at him. “Just a few beers. I’m fine. Why?”
“Just making sure.” He winks, then leans back. I watch him remove his shoes and jeans. A moment later, he grabs a condom from his wallet, and my heart beats so hard and fast, I’m sure he can feel it against the bed. He pushes his boxers all the way down, then slides the condom on before settling between my legs again.
“You’re really beautiful, Maddie,” he tells me, brushing my hair away from my face, then plants a kiss on my lips. I put my hands on his hips, sliding them up, then scraping my nails down his back. He grinds his body against mine for a moment, causing me to lose my breath. He’s smirking when he slightly pulls back, and I’m sure he likes the way he affects me.
Liam grabs his cock, pumps it a few times, then rubs the tip against my pussy, coating it with my arousal. In a moment of panic, I tense. “Wait.”
His eyes flick up to mine, narrowing as he holds himself up. I swallow hard, trying to push down my nerves. “It’s my first time. Can you go slow, please?”
Liam doesn’t move or speak; he just stares at me. Finally, he blinks and releases himself. With an arched brow, he asks, “How’s that possible? What gorgeous twenty-one-year-old is a virgin?” he asks with a small chuckle as if he doesn’t believe it.
“Well…” I bite my lip nervously. “I’m not exactly twenty-one.”
He jerks back as if I’d just slapped his face. “How not twenty-one are you?” Liam’s voice is deep and accusing, and he’s pissed.
“Um…nineteen,” I say.
Liam’s eyes turn to slits as his mouth thins to a firm line. He’s kneeling between my legs, studying my face. “Don’t lie to me,” he snaps. His tone is harsh, which causes me to jump.
“Seventeen,” I whisper, lowering my gaze because I can’t bear to look at him after he realizes I’m underage.
“Fucking unreal.” He jumps off the bed and moves around the room, grabbing our clothes. “What the hell are you doing at a college party anyway? Are you trying to get me thrown in jail? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He’s spewing question after question, obviously raging pissed. I don’t blame him, but I hadn’t expected this kind of reaction because I thought our connection was mutual.
“I’m with a friend,” I stupidly say. “She invited me, and I had to lie about my age to get in.”
“Get dressed.” He throws my dress and panties at me. I slip them on, then grab my purse and shoes.
I walk toward the door then turn around to face him. “I’m sorry I lied.”
In only his boxers and jeans, Liam charges for me, and I walk backward until my back is to the wall. “You’re sorry?” He punches the wall next to my head, caging me in with his arms. “I’m not going to jail for you.”
“I wasn’t going to tell anyone,” I tell him calmly, resisting the urge to gaze at his bare chest. “I wanted you to take my virginity, so what’s the problem?”
His head drops down between his shoulders as he shakes it. “You don’t give away something like that to a guy like me.”
“What’s that mean?” I search his face.
Liam’s head pops up, and his eyes meet mine, dark and cold. Then he pushes off the wall and puts space between us. “Get out.”
I flinch as if he’d backhanded me. “What?” I ask just above a whisper.
“I said get the fuck out!” he roars, causing me to jump.
“You’re an asshole,” I mutter, turning and opening the door.
“Most guys are, sweetheart. Might wanna remember that,” he yells as I slam it behind me.
Trying to hold myself together, I straighten my spine, then walk down the stairs. I find Tessa to tell her I’m taking an Uber home since she’s been drinking, but I don’t give her any details about what just happened.
Once I’m dropped off, I let myself in through the back door and tiptoe back to my room without waking my parents. I refuse to cry for the man I almost gave everything to, but I’m frustrated. As I try to fall asleep, the feeling of his hands and mouth on me haunts me in my dreams.
* * *
ONE YEAR LATER
Liam
“Chug, chug, chug!” Hunter shouts, pounding his fist on the island counter as Mason and I race to finish first. I don’t know why the bastard keeps trying to beat me. I’ve kicked his ass four times already.
Slamming my cup down before him, I release a loud celebratory roar. I pound a fist to my chest, then turn and smirk at Mason, who’s scowling at me. We’ve been friends since we joined the same fraternity five years ago as freshmen and have been roommates for three. Hunter played college football with us and parties just as hard as we do. When we’re all together, it typically means trouble.