Tell Me Pretty Lies(61)

“Sit on me.”

She doesn’t hesitate, straddling me, one knee on each side. My hands find the dip in her waist as she pushes my shirt over my shoulders, shoving it down my arms. I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction.

“Thayer,” she breathes out in surprise, her eyebrows pulling together as tentative fingers reach out to trace the lines of ink that run from my shoulder down to my wrist where the lightning hit me. When the marks first started to fade, I decided I wanted to keep them, so I had my scars tattooed over. Showing her felt like admitting I kept a piece of her with me. A piece I wasn’t willing to let go of.

“When? Why?”

I bring my mouth to her chest, ignoring her questions as my lips ghost across her nipple while my fingers find her clit. I stroke her until her eyes fall shut, her hands squeezing my shoulders. She’s so fucking wet already.

Suddenly, she’s jerking my hand out of the way, lowering herself onto me. As soon as her wet, warm pussy makes contact with the tip of my cock, she freezes, looking into my eyes.

“Thayer.” Her voice holds a hint of panic, as if she just realized what we’re about to do.

I should stop her. I should walk away for good. But instead, I say, “Slide down, baby. I’ve got you.”





Shayne



“Slide down, baby. I’ve got you.”

Thayer keeps one hand at my waist and slides the other one through my hair, gripping the back of my neck. I nod wordlessly, and then I’m slowly pushing down on him. His stomach tenses as his thick tip breaches my entrance and the pain is sharp enough to steal my breath. I pause to adjust to the feeling, my wide eyes finding his. This is really happening. Thayer’s finally inside me, and there’s no going back now, even if I wanted to. I lick my lips, and he pulls my mouth to his. My lips part on a moan and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside. The more he kisses me, the more I relax. After a few seconds, I start to inch down little by little, stretching around him until he’s fully inside of me, my ass hitting the top of his thighs.

“Shayne,” he says my name, his strangled voice laced with suspicion.

“Don’t move,” I say, my voice shaky. My fingers clutch his shoulders, holding on for dear life. Thayer’s dark eyes snap up to mine.

“This is your first time.” He states it as a fact, not a question.

I nod, and his eyes flash with something I can’t pinpoint before they squeeze shut.

“I want this,” I assure him, starting to move my hips in small circles.

Thayer pulls back, looking down between us with a groan.

“Fuck.”

I feel impossibly full in the best way. Thayer hasn’t even moved, and this is already better than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I shouldn’t be surprised. This is Thayer. Everything with him is just…more. We are more.

“I need you to move, Shayne,” he grits out, his hands squeezing my ass.

Bracing my hands on his thighs behind me, I ride him slowly, fascinated with watching his length slide in and out of me. Thayer’s eyes are glued to where we connect, watching intently. His palms smooth up my stomach, and when he brushes his thumbs across my nipples, I close my eyes, my head falling back.

Soon, I feel the urge to move faster, so I sit forward, using his shoulders for leverage as I lift up, then slowly slide back down, then repeat the motion.

“Just like that,” Thayer praises, his hands guiding my movements. “Good girl.” His words spur me on, and I start to move faster, needing more as pain gives way to pleasure. I brace my hands on his shoulders, keeping him close as I roll my hips. His hard stomach presses against my clit, giving me the friction that I need, and when his tongue flicks out against my nipple, I feel myself clench around him, eliciting a groan from him. They’ve always been sensitive, but now they’re even more so. I could orgasm from his mouth on me alone.

“You keep doing that and I’m not going to last long,” he warns.

“Neither am I,” I confess, leaning forward to bring my nipple to his lips again. This time, his teeth scrape over my piercing and then he’s pulling it deep into his mouth, sucking hard. It sends a jolt straight down to my core and I feel myself tightening around him again.

“Oh my God,” I whine. I don’t even recognize my own voice. I don’t sound like me. I sound like some sex-crazed, needy version of myself, but I’m past caring. Thayer sucks harder and a rush of heat floods me as I feel myself grow even slicker.

“Fuck this,” Thayer curses, flipping me over, then he’s sliding back into me. I gasp, my hips lifting off the couch as he pumps into me. “Listen to how wet you are.” He hooks my ankles over his shoulders, one of his knees on the ground and one pressing into the cushion as he fucks me, like he’s trying to get deeper. As if he’s not already imbedded in the deepest parts of me.

“Thayer,” I warn. I can feel it building. His hair is wet with sweat, and his neck is corded with exertion. My hands smooth up his back to curl over his muscular shoulders, pulling him close to me.

“Do it,” he says, already knowing. “Come all over me.”

He slips a hand between us to stroke my clit and that’s all it takes. My head swims and my entire body tingles as I cry out, my nails digging into his damp skin before raking down his back. Thayer sucks in a breath and I quickly let go, thinking I hurt him, but then he takes one of my hands, putting it back where it was. I drag my nails down his back again and his mouth falls open, eyes squeezing shut. Using my free hand, I pull his face to mine, sucking on the twin piercings in the corner of his lip. Thayer tenses up before he slams into me once, twice, three times, and then he’s pulling out, his fist pumping his length, the muscles in his stomach flexing as his release spills onto my thigh.