Page 50 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

He glances down at his almost empty plate and squeezes my hand. “Why don’t we get out of here? We can go for a drive. Maybe park somewhere and make out. Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

I squirm in my seat, not because of his words or even the look he gives me, but because Damon’s cum is not staying inside. If he wanted me to think about him, he definitely found a way for me to have a constant reminder. And a way to make me not want to have Chase’s hand in my pants.

Of course, Damon wouldn’t believe me if I said I didn’t want Chase’s hand in my pants, because in his mind I’m just a whore who can’t get enough. Which, fair. With Damon, Cam, and Hawk, I can’t.

I cough a few times, pulling my hand from Chase’s and use the napkin to blow my nose, because there’s no way I’m going to make out with his cheating ass. But I will be Damon’s whore.

“I think I should go home and get some rest, so I don’t get too sick.” I give him a disappointed smile. “Maybe next weekend we can find some time together. The play is going to take all my energy this week.”

He grins, but there’s an edge to it. “Yeah. You need to get better for the play.”

The house is quiet when I return home.

“Honey, is that you?” Mom comes out of the living room as I head up the stairs.

I stop and wait for her to catch up to me.

She smiles. “How are you doing? Settling in okay? I know we were gone, but I assumed you’d be out with your boyfriend most of the weekend.”

“I’m good, Mom.” I smile and tuck my hair behind my ear. Strands keep working their way loose from my bun. “I need to study tonight.”

“You know, you can use any room to study. There’s plenty of space.” She glances behind her. “There’s the library and the downstairs rec room. You don’t have to disappear into your room, unless you want to.”

“All my stuff is up there.” I shrug. It’s easier, but I don’t tell her that. “Did you have a good date night?”

Mom beams. “The best. I should have told you about Adam sooner, but I didn’t want to jinx it. I’m happy.”

I release my breath. “I’m really happy for you. I should...”

I point upstairs. She steps back and nods.

“Okay, if you need anything, let me know.” Mom looks at my clothes. “I’d hoped to take you shopping this weekend. Maybe this week?—”

“Rehearsal starts this week.”

Mom nods. “Maybe I’ll order some clothes online to help fill out that closet.”

I think of my too-short skirts and bite my lip. “Maybe a new uniform skirt. My old ones are kind of short.”

“Of course.” Mom turns and walks away. “I’ll see what I can find.”

“One skirt,” I call after her. Fuck. I should have told her nothing. I really don’t need anything. Casual clothes, dress clothes. I’m set. Mom seems to think because we live here, I need an upgrade. I hope that’s not what she’s thinking.

I climb the stairs and startle to find Damon at the top of the steps.

He’s looking at me like I’m the problem.

“Mom can afford a skirt with her job, since she doesn’t have to pay rent.” I brush past him.

“I like your skirts, Evan.” He follows me down the hallway and into my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

It’s not like I can lock him out, so I ignore him. At least, as best as I can while his earthy scent clings to everything. Even in this huge room, he makes it feel small and tight.

Ignoring him is probably the best course of action if I don’t want to end up with his dick in my mouth. My traitorous body hums with anticipation, but I sit down at my desk and pull my books out of my backpack.

“I like them best when you have to go up to the board during calculus.” He lays down on my bed.

We haven’t exactly discussed the sleeping arrangements, but he did say he wanted me to suck his cock all night, so I’m assuming it will be a his bed or mine situation.

“You tug at the back of your skirt like that’s going to make it longer.

Those bare thighs beg for a cock to slide between them. ”

My pussy pulses, but I open my laptop and sign in, determined to pretend he isn’t here.

He stands and stretches before going over to my closet. I pull up my assignments. Honestly, I’m ahead and don’t have much to do, but it’s easy to fall behind during a production. I can’t afford to have any of my grades drop.

“It’s this one, isn’t it?”

My skirt lands on the desk next to me. The one I need to retire. I lift it off my book and set it to the side.

He leans his ass against my desk next to me. “Put it on.”

I glance up at him. “What?”

“Put it on, Evan.” His hand cups my jaw and he presses his thumb between my lips. “You wanted to watch the show. I want you to wear this and nothing else while we do.”

My tongue darts to taste his thumb. Salty. His eyes narrow.

“Do what you’re told.”

I push back my wheeled desk chair. The sooner this is done, the sooner I can get back to working on my homework. I take off my shirt and undo my pants.

Damon straightens and I freeze. His hand brushes over the mark he left on my shoulder.

“Mmm, I should mark you more often. There’s something satisfying about knowing you bear my mark.” His blue eyes meet mine. “You can’t strip for your boyfriend or he’ll know I’ve been here.”

Every inch of me buzzes, waiting for him to touch me, to make me come. Fuck, I’m already addicted to the feel of his skin against mine.

I push my pants down, including my panties, and then reach behind me to undo my bra. Damon’s hand skates over my stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake, before sliding between my legs.

“After this, we’re going to shower, little devil.”

I lift my gaze to his as he slowly strokes me. His eyes remain on his fingers between my legs.

“How much of this is from me and how much is from you?” It sounds like a rhetorical question as I drop my bra on the ground.

I pick up the skirt and step back from his touch to put it on. He puts his finger in his mouth and sucks on it. My pussy throbs with need.

“Definitely some of me still in there.” Our eyes lock. “I like the way we taste, little devil.”

He lowers into the chair and pulls his cock out of his pants, stroking the hard length.

“Turn around, Evan.”

I turn my back to him.

“Fuck, that is short.” He slides his hands up the backs of my thighs and cups my ass cheeks. “Are you ready for me to fuck this pussy, little devil?”

“No.” The word is breathy, but solid. It’s going to be hard not to give into temptation with him.

“Shame.” He draws me back. “Sit on my lap.”

I lower myself down onto his lap. His cock rests below my pussy as he arranges my legs to the outside of his.

He turns us so we’re facing the desk and slides forward to reach my laptop. He opens a browser and navigates to a cloud drive. “If you want to edit these for us, let me know. I’ll make you copies. Something tells me you’ll make them look even more amazing than they already are.”

“You want me to edit my own blackmail videos?” I lean against his shoulder, relaxing into his warmth.

He’s wearing a t-shirt, but his warmth bleeds through to my back. He chuckles. “I could keep them to myself, but I’m a giver.”

He presses play and pulls me back with him as he slouches in the chair. The first frame of the video is him standing in the doorway.

“I like having access to you, Evan.“ His hands splay out on my breasts, sliding his finger over my nipples. I catch my breath and arch into his hands. His cock brushes against my pubic hair, teasing me.

In the video, I walk over to him and put my hand on his shirt, as he watches me with amusement.

Now, his hand slides down my stomach, pulling the skirt up before slipping under. His fingers tease my thighs. In the video, he backs me up against the counter. I look so small compared to him, but the fire between us is obvious.

“Do you know what I like about watching this?” he murmurs in my ear like he doesn’t want to disrupt the movie, but there’s no sound.

“What?” I ask as he squeezes my breast with one hand and the other begins to rub my clit. He spreads my legs wider with his.

“That you get off on watching.” He pushes his finger into me and fucks it in and out. “That your body is so fucking ready to fuck, I could bend you over the desk and slide deep inside you. Do you know how good that’s going to feel, Evan? My cock stretching out your tight little cunt?”

I whimper and he adds another finger to stretch me, but I know it will feel fuller, deeper with his cock. A part of me aches to find out, but another is worried that once he finds out I’m a virgin, he won’t want to play with me anymore.

“Stroke my cock, little devil,” he whispers before sucking on the back of my neck.

I slide my hand between our legs and find his length. My hand barely fits around him.

“See, that cock is going to feel so good, isn’t it?”

I whimper as he pushes me higher. Onscreen he has me bent on the counter, his cock between my thighs.

Now, he takes my other wrist and forces my fingers into a fist with two fingers out with his. When he takes his fingers out of me and smears my slick on my nipple, he puts our fingers on my wet clit, rubbing firmly against it.

“Damon,” I whisper, because I no longer care about anything but the fire he spreads through me.

“It looks like we’re fucking in this video, Evan.” He licks the side of my neck as he moves our fingers lower. The slick entrance of my pussy slides beneath our fingers.

I gasp at the sensation. He rubs our fingers over my clit again.

“Oh, fuck.” My pussy clenches needing more.

“Do you know how much control it took not to fuck my cum into your dripping wet cunt, little devil?” He bites the corner of my jaw. “Look at us. Look at how much you wanted it.”

He rubs my clit fast and hard with our fingers as I watch him on the screen, pushing me over the edge, making me come all over his cock before he lines up against me.

My fingers tighten around his cock as he begins to work me faster in tight little circles. I cry out my release, drenching our fingers as he strokes me through my orgasm and I watch him come against me on the screen. He angled the camera perfectly to get this shot.

Now, he kisses my shoulder and an aftershock tightens my pussy. I slide my other hand over his cock, rubbing the slick that leaked out of me over it.

“I want your mouth this time, little devil.” He pushes back from the desk and takes our fingers off me. “On your knees.”

I stand and turn before dropping to my knees. I don’t hesitate to take his cock into my mouth. He drags the hair tie out of my hair and tosses it to the side. His fingers gather my hair into a ponytail in his fist.

“Relax, Evan, give me your throat.” His other hand strokes the side of my neck.

As soon as I give him control, he fucks into my mouth, pushing deeper than I would take him on my own. I brace myself on his thighs as he thrusts hard and deep, over and over again. I can almost imagine him doing this to my pussy.

An aftershock goes through me again, making me clench around nothing.

Damon groans as his cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow around him. He goes still and I suck and lick his hard cock in my mouth. He makes an appreciative sound.

“You’re a good little cum slut.” He lifts my head and wipes the sides of my mouth. “Shower, and then you can study. I want you in my bed tonight.”

I know better than to argue. Besides, I like the idea of sleeping in that big bed with him.