Chapter 113 I spread my legs apart
I spread my legs apart. Part of me felt ashamed of what we were doing, but another part of me was screaming for him to take me right here, right now. I bit my bottom lip, and slowly, that louder part won. So I did what he said and moved my legs apart, my whole body shaking.
He laughed under his breath and moved closer. The bathroom stall was small, so there was nowhere for me to go. I was trapped between his chest and the cold metal wall behind me.
He unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down, along with my underwear, which was completely soaked. My bare skin reacted to the air for a second, but then his hand was on me, palm pressed against me, and I let out a loud moan.
"Keep your voice down." He had a slight smile when he said it. "Not so loud, babe."
I jerked back, suddenly aware of where we were. This was a fancy restaurant with people dressed up and waiters in suits. It was supposed to be classy. Plus my mom and Alex were just on the other side of the wall. But here I was in the women's bathroom, completely exposed, messing around with my stepbrother.
Shame flooded through me. But then he pushed his middle finger inside me, all the way, while his thumb pressed and moved against me. The feeling short circuited whatever sense I had left.
"You actually like that, do not you?" He lowered his head and bit down on my collarbone, feeling my body tremble under him. "You like the rush of letting me do this to you in a bathroom? What other places are you thinking about? The car? Some beach?"
I could not believe the things that came out of his mouth.
But while he was talking, something shot through my stomach and landed low. More of me spilled out onto his finger.
He felt my body react and laughed softly. "You want me to make you come?"
I sucked in air and stayed quiet. I could not say that out loud. So I moved against his finger, hoping he would just understand.
"No. Say it, babe." He was being cruel.
I was still fighting with myself when he pulled his finger out completely. The empty feeling left me aching and desperate. I groaned, frustrated, and tried to move toward him, but his hand pressed down on my thigh, stopping me.
"Say it now." He tilted his head and bit softly behind my ear. "Say it and I will let you come."
His fingers barely touched me, circling around. And that was it. I broke.
"Yes. I want it." My voice came out wrecked. "Let me come. Please, let me come for you."
"Fuck." He grabbed my mouth with his and kissed me hard, rough. Then he pulled back just enough to lower himself down, kneeling in front of me.
I looked down at him, breathing fast. There was no way he was serious about this.
He took one of my legs and put it over his shoulder. His face moved close to where I was completely open, and I could feel his breath on me.
I held my breath, waiting.
He looked up at me through his eyelashes and smiled. He was beautiful like that, young and tempting. My heart stopped every time I saw him.
"Do not move," he said.
Then he put his face between my legs and took me into his mouth.
A sound escaped me, but I bit down hard to stop it. God, the feeling was too much.
His tongue moved, back and forth, from the center of me to that spot, then circled around. I shook with every movement and held onto his hair. Everything in me was electric.
He lifted me higher, tilting his head to get more of me. My foot barely touched the ground, and he had full access to everything.
His tongue slipped inside me and pulled out. Then pushed in again. I moaned, broken, as the feeling kept coming in waves. My whole body was on fire while he kept going with his mouth.
Then I heard it. The bathroom door creaked open. Someone walked in. A customer maybe, or one of the staff. God, was she going to find us? But I could not stop, not now, not in the middle of this.
Liam felt me get distracted and slapped my ass lightly. Not hard, just enough to pull me back. I covered my mouth with both hands and listened as footsteps came closer, into the stall right next to us. And his tongue kept moving inside me.
The fear of getting caught, the feeling, the nerves. I threw my head back and curled my toes.
I came apart, hard and fast, right there on his mouth. Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes from how intense it was.
He held onto me tighter, keeping me from falling. His teeth grazed that spot gently, and the small pain pushed me over again. My whole body shook like I had been shocked.
I heard water flush. Footsteps left the stall and moved to the sink. I was still trembling through the last waves of it. Then finally, the door closed, and we were alone again.
I was breathing hard when he stood up and kissed me. His body pressed against mine, and I could feel him hard against me.
"Put your shorts back on." His voice was low. "Go out there and make up something to tell your mom and that fake boyfriend of yours. Tell them we are leaving."
My head was still foggy. "What? What am I supposed to say?"
"Say whatever. I am taking you home, and I am going to fuck you."