Page 38 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

She takes him back into her mouth, taking his cock so deep her nose almost touches his abs. Her eyes never leave him. She hums around him. Does she like doing that? He groans, so he apparently likes it.

The bedroom door opens and closes. Damon’s lips brush my neck above his thumb, causing me to startle against him at the cascade of warmth that floods me.

“Fuck, yeah,” Fletcher says.

Lifting his head, Damon curses softly and I look up at him. His face is turned to watch out the slot. His body covers me, hiding me if anyone glances into the open door. His cock is hard against my stomach. I couldn’t forget the feeling of him against me if I tried.

But he’s seeing Mia half-naked giving a blow job, is that why he’s turned on? It can’t be because of me. She has great breasts. Not something I should be thinking, but she’s beautiful.

His chest rises and falls against mine and his fingers stroke up and down my neck. My skin buzzes with anticipation. His breath brushes my ear. The weight of him rests against my body. I press my hands against the wall behind me and take in a shaky breath.

I don’t think this is going to be over quickly.

There’s a sucking and then a popping noise. Mia hums. I look out the slot and she kneels between them. It’s like a porn. She sucks and strokes Liam while her other hand strokes Fletcher’s cock. Then she comes off Liam and turns to take Fletcher into her mouth.

I shouldn’t be watching this. That’s my friend. This is supposed to be private. But I can’t seem to look away. It shouldn’t be flooding my body with heat. It’s difficult to see sex and not get turned on. I should close my eyes, but I can’t look away. The scent of my arousal fills the small space.

My face is so hot. It’s also difficult for me to resist the scent and hard lines of Damon’s body pressed into me, making me shudder against him.

Damon presses his head against the wall beside mine. His hair tickles my cheek. “You like the look of that, little devil. Does it turn you on?”

I turn my face toward his ear. My cheek brushes against his. “It’s just a physical response,” I say quietly over the sounds of sucking and groans of pleasure.

“Do you wish it was you between them?”

The noise stops, saving me from answering.

Not them. But the Devil’s trio? My breath catches.

His other hand slides along my side beneath my shirt to cup my breast, tracing his thumb over my bra and the hard tip beneath it.

I should stop him, but it’s like lightning through my veins.

When I make a noise, he tightens his hold on my throat, just enough to quiet me.

No one’s touched me like this before.

“Fuck, baby,” Liam says. “If you want both our dicks in you, we need to do it soon or I’m going to come.”

What? My gaze is drawn to the opening. Mia stands and they both put a hand on her breasts. She reaches below her skirt for her panties. They flutter to the floor as the guys bend down to take her breasts in their mouths. Her moan is loud.

I gasp as my pussy gets even wetter. Damon squeezes my neck slightly and his other hand slides down to grab my hip. My gaze shoots to him, but his head is still next to mine, not watching them. His thumb slips beneath my shirt to touch my bare stomach.

“Fuck, little devil, you smell like heaven.” His words are soft in my ear.

An involuntary whimper escapes me. My startled gaze goes to the opening to make sure they didn’t hear me.

Mia stands in front of Fletcher in only her skirt, stroking his cock while his fingers disappear between her legs.

Both Liam and Fletcher have their shirts off, but their pants are still on.

Liam steps up behind her, squeezing a bottle of something over his fingers.

He slides his palm over his condom-covered cock, before sliding his fingers between Mia’s ass cheeks.

My breath catches.

She cries out softly as her hips move between their hands.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m going to come as soon as I push into this tight ass.” Liam fucks her ass with his fingers.

“We’re going to have to do this another time so we can swap.” Fletcher meets Liam’s eyes and smiles.

“I’m game.” Mia’s voice is strained.

They remove their hands, and Mia wraps her arms around Fletcher’s neck. She gives a little jump and he helps her wrap her legs around his waist, holding her ass.

My breathing is almost as rapid as hers and all I’m doing is standing here, breathing in Damon and the smell of sex. Of course, Damon strokes his fingers gently across my skin, slowly driving me out of my mind.

Fletcher’s cock slides between her legs before he thrusts it inside her. They both make a sound of satisfaction. My pussy clutches at nothing. The button on my jeans loosens and my attention snaps to Damon. My hand goes to stop his on my pants.

My eyes are wide even though he’s a shadow against me. I shake my head.

“Damon,” I hiss. “What are you doing?”

He grabs my wrists and pulls them above my head holding them there, pressing against me fully.

His forehead rests against mine, and I can feel his breath against my lips.

Mia makes a guttural moan and I glance away from Damon to see Liam sliding his cock slowly into her ass, working it in and pulling out to slip in farther.

My breath catches and my pussy throbs.

When he’s completely inside, they all let out a moan. Mia is suspended between the two men pressed against her. Their cocks are both buried deep inside her. Fuck, what does that feel like? She’ll tell me if I ask her, but then I’d have to admit I was creeping on her in the closet with Damon.

She might tell me anyway. She might have already told me at lunch, but I think I blocked it out.

Damon shifts my hands to one of his. He slides his other hand down the front of me. Teasing over my breast. I hold my breath. What is he doing?

He holds my wrists captive, making me helpless to stop him. I should be watching the monster in the closet with me, but my attention is drawn to the three people having sex. I can’t look away, even as Damon touches me, making me ache for more.

They begin to move. It takes them a few moments to find a rhythm. My zipper lowers, and Damon slides his hand down the front of my pants, beneath my panties. He rests his forehead against mine, holding my hands above my head.

“Evan?”

The pause is long enough for me to say no.

I could tell him to stop. I don’t know if it will work.

If he’ll do it anyway. But I throb as my insides burn.

I crave release. I part my legs a little more.

It’s not like I have a boyfriend anymore.

It might not be official, but why shouldn’t I have what everyone else has?

His fingers slide over my pussy. I suck in a breath at the sparks that catapult through my system. No one else has touched me like this. It’s too much.

My lips part to ask him to stop, I swear that was my intent. But he slips between the folds of my pussy and glides over the wetness, rubbing the center of me. Pleasure spirals through me.

It’s rougher than when I do it. His finger’s thicker.

“Damon,” I whimper. Needing more. Needing him to stop. Fuck, needing him to keep going.

“Shh, little devil, let me give you what you need.” His fingers delve deeper, teasing at my entrance, circling it while rubbing my clit.

I’m on meltdown. Knowing Chase is probably cheating on me right now gives me the courage to let this happen.

This is definitely cheating, but fuck, it feels so fucking good.

I’ve masturbated. Damon’s watched me, but nothing bigger than my finger has been inside me and certainly not anything like what Mia is currently taking. This morning was the most action I’ve ever gotten, and I really only watched Damon get off.

He presses his thick finger inside me, sliding in easily with how wet I am. I gasp at the sparks lighting me up inside. My pussy squeezes around his finger. Oh, fuck.

“Fuck, little devil, you’re so fucking wet and tight for me.” His voice is hidden by the moans and grunts from the room. But in here, it’s only the two of us in the dark. It feels like a dream.

I can’t focus on what’s happening to Mia when my world is being expanded in this closet. He’s not focused on what’s happening outside this space. This is so much worse than a kiss on the cheating scale, but I can’t do anything to stop it. He’s taking what he wants, and he wants me.

He wants me.

I don’t want to stop it. I whimper, feeling the fullness of his finger inside me. My body wound so tight it feels like I’m going to explode.

Damon’s mouth crashes down on mine as he fucks me with his finger.

It’s so fucking different than when I do it.

I can’t control what he’s doing as he pushes me faster toward the edge.

Everything inside me winds tighter and tighter.

Our tongues slide against each other. My hips rock, chasing my release.

He swallows my moans. His thumb rubs my clit while his finger pumps inside me, confined by my jeans. My insides are sparking, igniting, bursting.

“So fucking tight,” he says against my mouth.

The noise outside reaches a crescendo as I shatter, clenching around his finger as he works me through the orgasm. My mouth opens against his in a silent scream. His kiss consumes me as my pussy clutches at his finger still buried inside me.

His breathing is heavy. His cock is still hard against my stomach. As I slowly ease back into myself.

Mia giggles. “That was great, guys.”

Her voice is like a splash of cold water. What did I do? I tug at my hands, but Damon doesn’t release them. He deepens our kiss.

The sound of the guys removing their condoms and the rustling of clothes is the backdrop as Damon lifts his mouth from mine. His eyes search mine in the dark as he pulls his hand from my pants. Little aftershocks ripple through me.

He lifts his finger with my wetness to his lips and sucks it into his mouth. “Sweet.”

He doesn’t release me. My body is sated from my orgasm. My lips feel swollen from his kisses. But everything feels sensitive and I’m still on edge. Like I need more. I squirm against him, not sure if I want more or if I should run away.

“I want to do this again,” Mia says.

“Anytime, baby,” Liam says.

There’s sounds of kissing while I breathe with Damon hovering over me. His breath is chaotic, a little out of control. Does he want me? My pussy aches. And I can’t look away from his eyes. What he did to me... I can’t process it. I can’t explain it.

The door opens and closes. I jerk on my wrists, but Damon holds them aloft.

“They’re gone,” I whisper. “We can go now.”

Damon doesn’t say anything, but his hand slides over my breast. My nipple tightens as his thumb rubs across my tip. I suck in a breath.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, little devil. To feel that hot cunt tighten around my cock.”

Those words finally break the spell he’s cast over me. He doesn’t want me. He wants a little fuck toy.

I jerk on my hands. “Let me go, Damon.”

The door to the room opens and we freeze.

It closes, and there’s the sounds of heavy petting and zippers being undone. My head falls forward onto Damon’s chest. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I didn’t think I’d be into watching others have sex, but watching Mia with those two was something I could definitely rewatch.

Which is so wrong.

“I need your cock,” Abby says as she moans softly. My head falls back against the wall. I don’t want to watch Abby with anyone. The picture Damon showed me of Chase and her crosses my mind.

He wouldn’t do that while I’m at the party, right?

Fuck, I’ll keep my eyes closed while she does whoever she’s doing.

“So is it over with the wallflower?” Abby asks.

I stiffen.

“Nah.” There’s sounds of kissing, but that was undeniably Chase’s voice.

“So, what? You just need to get your dick wet? Is that it? Is that all I am to you?” Abby pouts.

“No, babe. It’s not like that.”

It’s exactly like that. Fuck this. Fuck him. Maybe I should charge out of this closet and tell him to go fuck himself.