Prologue-2
1951 Words
“Want another drink?” he asks with one hand wrapped around my waist as the other cups my face.
I bite down on my lower lip, looking up at him through my dark lashes. Slowly, I shake my head, hoping he understands what I’m implying. His thumb moves to my mouth, plucking my lip out from between my teeth.
“Let’s go.” He tilts his head, grabs my hand, then leads me out of the crowded room. My body buzzes, but it’s not from the alcohol. It’s from him.
He guides me upstairs, and people stand on the steps, looking at me as if they know what we’re about to do. It sends a nervous shiver down my spine at the thought of giving him my V-card.
The moment we enter a random bedroom, Liam pushes me against the door and claims my mouth. As his hands cup my face, and he presses his body against mine, my heart gallops in my chest. Sliding my tongue between his lips, I coax him to go deeper. Liam’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling slightly until my head falls back, giving him all the access he needs. Moaning, I fist my hands in his shirt and hike my leg around his waist.
“f**k, Maddie…” he growls as he makes his way down my neck, sucking hard. “The way you dance has my d**k so f*****g hard.”
My breathing increases and I try to remember that I’m not seventeen. I’m a junior in college with plenty of experience with guys. A man like him needs a woman who isn’t shy about her sexuality, and I want to be everything Liam expects and more. My internal pep talk works as I fake my confidence and slide my hand down his torso to the button of his jeans.
He’s hard against my palm as I fight with his zipper, trying to pull down his pants so I can feel his thickness. Liam captures my lips again, pressing his hips forward as I stroke him outside his boxers. Releasing a throaty moan, I thumb the band of his shorts and yank them down to free his erection, then wrap my hand around him. I’ve only seen a handful of c***s in real life, but Liam could win awards with his. I feel his pulsating veins and velvety smooth shaft against my fingertips as I quicken my movements.
After a few moments, he growls, then brings his hands to my ass and lifts me, causing my heels to fall off my feet. I have no idea whose room we’re in, but when my back hits the bed, I no longer care. I’m nearly panting as he towers over me and presses a searing-hot kiss to my mouth. I immediately miss his lips when he leans back. Grabbing the bottom of my dress, he slides it up my body before tossing it and my purse on the floor.
“f**k me,” he whispers as he runs his gaze down my chest, stomach, and legs. Every part of me is toned from my years of dancing, and the lust in his eyes sets me on fire.
“I was thinking the same thing,” I say when he pulls off his shirt, and I’m not even surprised he has an eight-pack. Tattoos decorate his chest and arms, and it’s the sexiest f*****g thing I’ve ever seen. “Your ink is really hot.”
“Thanks.” He smirks before hovering above me, cupping my face as he fuses our lips together. Kissing him is erotic enough, but then his hand slides down my stomach until he reaches inside my panties. I’m nearly gasping, unable to focus when he slides his finger down my wet slit. He kisses my neck and chest, and my back nearly flies off the bed when he sinks a finger inside me.
“f**k, your p***y is so tight,” he mutters. When he adds a second finger, I see stars. The sensation is so intense, so brutal in the way he finger f***s me. I want him so badly, but I know if I don’t tell him I’m a virgin, he’ll rip me to shreds. “Goddamn, you’re going to squeeze my d**k off, aren’t you?” He chuckles as if he finds that amusing.
I prop myself up when Liam slides my panties down, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. He shifts between my legs, spreading me wide for him. He leans in, kissing my thigh and slowly torturing me with anticipation. Liam finally presses his mouth on me and licks his tongue from my ass to my clit. Holy mother of God. My eyes flutter closed as I fall back on the bed, unable to keep myself up. No guy has ever put his mouth on me this way. They’ve attempted but failed miserably. Liam knows damn well what he’s doing and exactly where and how to touch me.
With the bass of the music downstairs shaking the walls of the bedroom, I focus on that as he twists his finger inside me again. The intensity of it all is too much. The way he builds my body to an o****m is so forceful that I can’t stop the moans that escape from my throat.
“f**k, baby.” Liam sucks on my clit as my body continues to convulse. He reaches up and cups my breast through my bra. “You’re so responsive. So f*****g hot.” My chest rises and falls so quickly, I wonder if I’m going to stroke out right here and now. Death by pleasure.
“You okay?” He towers over me, licking my arousal off his lips.
“Yes…” I breathe out.
“How much have you had to drink?”
His question takes me off guard as I blink up at him. “Just a few beers. I’m fine. Why?”
“Just making sure.” He winks, then leans back. I watch him remove his shoes and jeans. A moment later, he grabs a condom from his wallet, and my heart beats so hard and fast, I’m sure he can feel it against the bed. He pushes his boxers all the way down, then slides the condom on before settling between my legs again.
“You’re really beautiful, Maddie,” he tells me, brushing my hair away from my face, then plants a kiss on my lips. I put my hands on his hips, sliding them up, then scraping my nails down his back. He grinds his body against mine for a moment, causing me to lose my breath. He’s smirking when he slightly pulls back, and I’m sure he likes the way he affects me.
Liam grabs his c**k, pumps it a few times, then rubs the tip against my p***y, coating it with my arousal. In a moment of panic, I tense. “Wait.”
His eyes flick up to mine, narrowing as he holds himself up. I swallow hard, trying to push down my nerves. “It’s my first time. Can you go slow, please?”
Liam doesn’t move or speak; he just stares at me. Finally, he blinks and releases himself. With an arched brow, he asks, “How’s that possible? What gorgeous twenty-one-year-old is a virgin?” he asks with a small chuckle as if he doesn’t believe it.
“Well…” I bite my lip nervously. “I’m not exactly twenty-one.”
He jerks back as if I’d just slapped his face. “How not twenty-one are you?” Liam’s voice is deep and accusing, and he’s pissed.
“Um…nineteen,” I say.
Liam’s eyes turn to slits as his mouth thins to a firm line. He’s kneeling between my legs, studying my face. “Don’t lie to me,” he snaps. His tone is harsh, which causes me to jump.
“Seventeen,” I whisper, lowering my gaze because I can’t bear to look at him after he realizes I’m underage.
“f*****g unreal.” He jumps off the bed and moves around the room, grabbing our clothes. “What the hell are you doing at a college party anyway? Are you trying to get me thrown in jail? What the f**k is wrong with you?” He’s spewing question after question, obviously raging pissed. I don’t blame him, but I hadn’t expected this kind of reaction because I thought our connection was mutual.
“I’m with a friend,” I stupidly say. “She invited me, and I had to lie about my age to get in.”
“Get dressed.” He throws my dress and panties at me. I slip them on, then grab my purse and shoes.
I walk toward the door, then turn around to face him. “I’m sorry I lied.”
In only his boxers and jeans, Liam charges for me, and I walk backward until my back is to the wall. “You’re sorry?” He punches the wall next to my head, caging me in with his arms. “I’m not going to jail for you.”
“I wasn’t going to tell anyone,” I tell him calmly, resisting the urge to gaze at his bare chest. “I wanted you to take my virginity, so what’s the problem?”
His head drops down between his shoulders as he shakes it. “You don’t give away something like that to a guy like me.”
“What’s that mean?” I search his face.
Liam’s head pops up, and his eyes meet mine, dark and cold. Then he pushes off the wall and puts space between us. “Get out.”
I flinch as if he’d backhanded me. “What?” I ask just above a whisper.
“I said get the f**k out!” he roars, causing me to jump.
“You’re an asshole,” I mutter, turning and opening the door.
“Most guys are, sweetheart. Might wanna remember that,” he yells as I slam it behind me.
Trying to hold myself together, I straighten my spine, then walk down the stairs. I find Tessa to tell her I’m taking an Uber home since she’s been drinking, but I don’t give her any details about what just happened.
Once I’m dropped off, I let myself in through the back door and tiptoe back to my room without waking my parents. I refuse to cry for the man I almost gave everything to, but I’m frustrated. As I try to fall asleep, the feeling of his hands and mouth on me haunts me in my dreams.
ONE YEAR LATER
LIAM
“Chug, chug, chug!” Hunter shouts, pounding his fist on the island counter as Mason and I race to finish first. I don’t know why the bastard keeps trying to beat me. I’ve kicked his ass four times already.
Slamming my cup down before him, I release a loud celebratory roar. I pound a fist to my chest, then turn and smirk at Mason, who’s scowling at me. We’ve been friends since we joined the same fraternity five years ago as freshmen and have been roommates for three. Hunter played college football with us and parties just as hard as we do. When we’re all together, it typically means trouble.
“Pay up, b***h!” I hold my palm out toward Mason, who slaps a twenty on it.
“That’s a hundred bucks already tonight,” Hunter taunts. “Double or nothing. Think you can beat me?”
“f**k off,” Mason spits, glaring.
“Aww, Holt. Don’t be a sore loser.” I grin, making kissy faces while walking toward him with open arms.
“Get away from me, motherfucker.” He jumps out of my way, pushing Hunter toward me instead.
Our neighbor Kilan from across the street laughs at the scene unfolding in front of him and shoves me aside, going to the keg. He’s used to our antics. “Where’s your other friend? Brandon?” He looks at the other people partying around us and in the living room.
“Good question,” Hunter says, rolling his eyes. He’s been a bitter asshole ever since Brandon’s girlfriend moved into their apartment two months ago. I suspect it’s because he actually wanted to f**k her when they met last year, but Brandon claimed her first. Not like the bastard should complain, considering his serial-dater reputation. Actually, “date” is too generous. More like a “one-night stand, run, and ditch” kinda guy. Though I’m not judging because I don’t date either.
- Writer
