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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

SASHA

Liam’s hand slides from mine, along my arm, and laces through my hair. Cupping the back of my head with both hands, he works himself in and out of my mouth. Slowly at first, but quickly becoming feral, his eyes darken, and his short thrusts grow rapid. His fingers tighten in my locks, and he commands, “Breathe.”

I hastily suck in a deep breath, and he chases it down my throat with his cock. My lips crash against his base as he forces me to abruptly swallow every inch of him. His groans and grunts fill the room, his long, deep thrusts not once pulling him from my throat. He throat-fucks me hard, relentlessly thrusting into me until my lungs begin to burn with need for more air. I’m about to pinch his thigh when he retreats to my mouth, just enough to allow me to take a quick breath.

“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good,” Liam grits, driving himself into my throat with every word. His hold in my hair sears my scalp when he flexes his fingers, and I can’t stifle the moan that rattles from me. He grows more rigid as the vibrations rise from my lungs, and it’s his undoing.

Quickly wrapping his fist around the base of his shaft, he pulls from my throat. He pumps the head of his cock into my mouth a few more times while he fists the base of his shaft. “Fuck!” he roars so loudly when he comes, I’d be surprised if the lounge wasn’t notified of his release. His cum shoots over my tongue, and I swallow him down. I lick and suck at his cock until my tongue has washed away every hint of his salty release.

Tucking his spent length back into his pants, Liam walks along the chaise with his fingers dusting along the bare skin of my spine. “They had the pleasure of watching you worship my cock until I came in your mouth,” Liam opines, glancing at the sea of people watching from the hall. He quickly returns his full attention to me as he falls to his knees at my feet. “Do you think they deserve to watch as I worship your pussy until you do the same?”

I’m not provided a chance to answer. Liam grips my legs and yanks me down the lounger until my hips are resting on the swell before his face. Tearing my panties to the side, he buries his face into me from behind. “Fuck mo mhuirnín ,” he groans into me. “You taste so fucking good.”

Liam’s tongue swirls over and around my clit, the groans he makes from the enjoyment he gets pleasuring me matches my moans and whimpers as he expertly works me toward my release. I come fast and hard, my cries of pleasure filling the room when the orgrasm building at my core fires through me. But it’s not enough for him. Liam wraps his arms around my ass and pulls me into him and the chaise, holding me in place so that he can continue to assault my sensitive clit with his tongue.

“Thank you, Sir,” I pant as Liam brings me over the edge once more. He flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit, and I squirm in his tight hold. He rests the tip of his tongue on my clit, then slowly drags it through my pussy, applying more pressure with the flat of his tongue as he licks my entrance. “One more for me.”

Darting his tongue into me, Liam tongue-fucks my pussy and licks my clit until my hips are bucking wildly against his face. My clit throbs, and I need him to make me come again as badly as I need him to stop. “Fuck!” It’s my turn to cry out. Reaching behind me, I slide my fingers into Liam’s hair and fist it tightly. I hold him firmly against me and move my hips to where I need him. He gives me exactly what I need, and I completely unfurl. My orgasm loud, and my release exceptionally wet.

“Good fucking girl,” Liam pulls his face from between my thighs, revealing his damp scruff and glistening skin. He rubs his hands along my slick thighs as he makes his way to his feet. A playful half-smirk pulls at the right corner of his mouth, and he teases, “You might be a little too messy to play with in public.”

I climb from the chaise as Liam closes the blinds, giving us privacy to clean up and get dressed. After Liam cleans the remnants of his blowjob from my face and my release from my thighs, I slip back into my silky dress. Watching Liam dress, I draw his attention to the rather obvious stain—one of us left—on the thigh of his pants. “Fucking hell,” he huffs with a laugh, untucking his shirt.

Liam walks me to the bar and hoists me onto a stool before flagging down Jorge. Garnering his attention, he asks, “By chance, do you have a spare pair of trousers in your locker?”

Jorge nods, fishing in his pocket. “All these years, I’ve wished for an Evans brother to want to get in my pants…” He sighs, handing Liam his keys. “This really wasn’t what I had in mind.”