Bittersweet Lies (Bittersweet-Series Book 1) Read online

  Gently, I withdraw my fingers, brace one hand on the ground, and sit forward with my arms wrapped around my knees. His words only made me more contemplative.

  What if he’s right and all that money is actually coming from my father?

  Is wishing for him to at least be a little interested in me and my life and make contact too much to ask?

  Why the hell does it even bother me?

  I barely remember his voice, let alone his face, yet there is an emptiness inside me that cannot be filled with anything. This uncertainty is driving me crazy!

  Two strong arms snake around me from behind and pull my body close to his.

  Sitting tightly embraced between his legs makes me more anxious than I want to admit. But there is also this warm feeling in my chest every time I’m close to him that makes me feel a bit less restless.

  “Will you answer a question?” I whisper, giving up my struggle and gently snuggle against him.

  I feel his body stiffens briefly at my words before he replies.

  “What would you like to know?”

  I’m aware I could destroy this rare moment, one where he is showing a side of him that I’ve long since forgotten with a single bat of an eyelash.

  Just one wrong question, just one wrong word and the fragile bond between us will go up in smoke right in front of my eyes.

  There are so many things buzzing in in my head, so many questions needing answers, yet I cannot rush anything.

  Eventually and I’m sure of it, there will come a day where we can talk openly about everything.

  So far, that day hasn’t arrived.

  “Do you ever think of the past?” I inquire softly while absorbing the breathtaking panoramic view of San Francisco again.

  I memorize the glittering sea of lights, the numerous architectural buildings, which look like colorful building blocks, and the Golden Gate Bridge, which still looks impressive to me even from afar.

  Simply holding me in his arms, minutes in which he says nothing and that seem like an eternity go by in silence.

  I’ve long since given up on receiving an answer when suddenly he breaks the silence.

  “Yes.”

  Only one word, but the meaning behind it is worth so much more.

  His voice sounds rough, dark, and somehow melancholy.

  If I looked at him now, his expression would probably turn even darker.

  “Me too,” I mumble. “Actually, very often.”

  “The fact I think about it does not mean I also miss the time,” he remarks coolly.

  “I’m not someone who dwells on the past or deludes himself into thinking things could be the way they once were. What matters is the here and now.”

  “Is it really so wrong in your eyes to long for a time when everything was still fine? To an earlier time where one committed perhaps the biggest mistake of one’s life?”

  Maybe I’ve said too much.

  Maybe he figured me out long ago.

  But what difference does it make?

  If it restores part of his trust and ensures our relationship grows a bit more amicable, I’ll happily deal with whatever consequences.

  “The past cannot be changed,” he replies harshly. “Deal with it, Brooke.”

  His words make me shiver, despite the warmth of his body is warming me.

  “You’re right. Mistakes made cannot be undone,” I mumble. “But we can learn from them.”

  “We should go. It’s late,” he says curtly and releases me as he stands up.

  “Come on.”

  His warm fingers interlink with mine and don’t let go until we stand in front of the door to my room.

  “Sleep tight,” he whispers, yet makes no move to leave.

  “Thanks,” I whisper and glance up at him, uncertain, “for being there for me when I needed you. And, of course, for showing me that unforgettable view.”

  He comes closer, overcomes the remaining distance between us and traps my body with his. Like a predator boxing in its prey.

  His gaze is dark, wild and determined.

  Those incredibly soft lips are partially open, poised to kiss me senseless.

  This man is pure sin, sheer temptation no woman can resist.

  He takes my chin between thumb and index finger, lifts it slightly, and lowers his head slowly to me.

  At this moment the world around me seems to stand still.

  My pulse is racing and the vain in my neck pounds wildly.

  My breathing increases.

  Every single muscle in my body is taut.

  My fingers grow damp and subconsciously claw at the soft fabric of his shirt.

  As our breaths merge, my senses finally go crazy. I no longer know what to think or feel anymore.

  Helpless, I close my eyes and sink my teeth into my lower lip to feel something other than this unbearable yearning.

  “You are not alone,” he whispers.

  “Never. Keep that in mind,” he murmurs and presses his lips against my forehead.

  He gives me one last intense look before releasing me, leaving me breathless.

  Unyielding, I hold her arms trapped behind her back, smothering her soft protesting sounds by roughly covering her mouth with mine while pushing her against the bed.

  She follows my prompts and sinks willingly onto the mattress.

  “Blake, I–”, she gasps, but before she can ruin the mood, I release her and give her a light push.

  “Be quiet,” I growl as I pull the tight shirt over my head and remove my pants including boxer shorts.

  Cindy’s eyes widen as her gaze glides down and sees my throbbing, bulging erection pointing straight at her.

  “You know why you’re here,” I whisper.

  She nervously licks her red lips before she hesitantly nods.

  “Good,” I mumble contentedly and lay down next to her.

  “So, show me what you can do,” I demand authoritatively and deftly lift her body so she straddles me with her back facing me.

  Startled, she gasps as I grab her hips with both hands and unexpectedly bite one of her ass cheeks. The pleasurable moan shortly thereafter shoots straight to my cock, making me even hornier.

  Her skillful fingers close around my rod, slowly rubbing it up and down before she puts her lips around the tip and leisurely begins to suck.

  The tip of her tongue licks over my glans, repeatedly pulling it into her warm mouth and placing delicate kisses on it in between.

  With one hand, she massages the root while at the same time, the other plays with my balls.

  I impatiently slide the black dress up until her pale lower body is exposed.

  The little minx isn’t wearing any underwear, just as I had expected.

  “Tell me what you want,” I demand and provocatively slide my middle finger through her wet snatch.

  She invitingly moves her hips as she urgently pushes against my touch.

  “You,” she mumbles and takes my dick deeper into her mouth.

  I slap her buttock hard. “Specifically.”

  “Please,” she begs, “I want to feel your fingers inside me.”

  Without warning, I slide my index and middle finger into her wet pussy while at the same time pushing my full length into her mouth.

  Her gagging and moaning fill the room, mix together with my groans and each additional thrust drives me closer to my orgasm.

  “I’m here too,” Liam whispers to her as he steps up naked to the end of the bed and looks at her possessively.

  He grabs her black mane in a fist, pulls her head abruptly back, and urgently pushes his hard cock between her parted lips.

  Cindy pants for breath and starts to ride my fingers. Her hot juices collect between her legs, running over my hand and down her thighs.

  I spread her labia, exposing her entrance, and slide my tongue into her convulsing hole.

  She tastes of woman and lust, slightly salty and somewhat sweet.

  Her whimpering grows louder as Liam sink
s all the way into her mouth and fucks her mouth slowly.

  “Fuck,” he groans and rolls his head back. “The little one is good.”

  “She’ll be even better once we finally fuck her,” I reply smiling, pulling my fingers out of her, and pushing her body away from me.

  In the background the remix of Anywhere from the album Room 112 plays. Liam must have turned on the system when I was busy taking care of Cindy.

  After retrieving the pack of condoms from the dresser next to the bed, I roll the wafer-thin latex skin over my full length and position myself behind her.

  My hands dig into her narrow waist as I bury myself in her hot tightness with one forceful thrust.

  Her shrill scream is muffled by the cock that’s relentlessly pushing in and out of her lips.

  With each following thrust, I push even deeper, stretching her to the limit, making her crave me and my body.

  She pushes herself against my movements, relaxes, and places herself completely in our experienced hands.

  I spread her plump ass cheeks, spit on her anus, and shove both thumbs into her ass.

  As she tries to escape the intense contact, her treacherous pussy twitches uncontrollably and contracts around my cock.

  “You knew what you were getting into,” I remind her in a dangerously low voice and again thrust deep into her.

  Harder.

  Without mercy.

  In no time, we find a common rhythm that lets us forget everything else around us.

  The light sweat film that has formed on her bare skin.

  The reddened buttocks, on which I can imagine my handprint.

  The smacking noises her pussy and mouth make as we move in and out of her.

  The awesome sight of her swollen labia surrounding my cock.

  Her warm tightness enveloping me with every thrust, bringing me closer to climax.

  Liam and I briefly exchange glances that say it all.

  We simultaneously pick up our pace and take what we deserve. Between us, Cindy moans helplessly between us, overcome by her own lust.

  Just before reaching climax, I pull out of her.

  I quickly roll the condom on my cock, spread her plump cheeks, and penetrate her ass with the tip before injecting my load into her with hard thrusts. Soon after, Liam also reaches orgasm and comes in her mouth.

  He withdraws, crouches before her, and encompasses her face with one hand.

  “Swallow nicely,” he whispers to her with a threatening smile running his fingertips provocatively down her slender throat.

  When it concerns Brooke, he behaves like a goddamn gentleman, which he is not.

  I wonder how she would react if she saw him right now?

  The sinister look does not show any tenderness.

  The frightening smile on his lips hints at the dark side that lies dormant in him.

  The way he talks to her.

  Threatening.

  Cold.

  Determining.

  His whole body posture. Large and intimidating.

  At the moment, nothing resembles the courteous and sensitive childhood friend she still thinks about.

  I wonder if she would look at him in that dreamy, trusting way if she knew his true nature?

  Would she still want to be close to him?

  Our sweet, innocent Brooke with her beautiful brown eyes, looking like an angel.

  She belongs to me.

  Only me.

  I won’t allow anyone else to have her. Not even my own brother.

  A satisfied smile surrounds his lips as she abides his request and swallows every single drop. Just as we expects of her.

  “It’s about time we move to the interesting part, don’t you agree?” he wants to know as he looks at her with a mixture of excitement and satisfaction.

  “But before,” his hand closes around her delicate neck and squeezes lightly, “you should take care of my brother.” He abruptly lets go and eyes her expectantly.

  Cindy gets up on wobbly legs, turns around, and with swinging hips, crawls on all fours to me.

  A seductive smile forms on her lips as she gazes at me, throws her mane to the side, and takes my dick in her mouth.

  With her warm wet tongue she teases the tip of my cock before she licks the entire length from root to the tip, only to repeatedly take it all the way in her mouth. Her cheeks become dimpled as her head bobs up and down in a steady motion.

  Spontaneously, my hands grab her dark mane and control the rhythm of her movements.

  “That enough,” I growl a short time later, pulling her back by the hair.

  Her lips are slightly swollen, partially open with smudged red lipstick.

  Her eyes are blurred from lust, her hair is completely disheveled, and the tight dress reveals more than it covers.

  Her legs are spread and cum is running out of her pussy down her bare thigh.

  Here she kneels and silently begging me to give her more.

  Our perfect little slut.

  Liam joins us, sits with his back against the headboard and with a finger motions for her to come nearer.

  She throws me one last look before she straddles his lap with her legs spread far apart and places her arms around his neck.

  He grabs her neck with one hand before roughly pressing his mouth against hers, forcing his tongue between her lips and kissing her senseless.

  I take the opportunity to get in position behind her, spread her ass cheeks, and without warning, shove my tongue in her ass.

  A deep groan rumbles in her chest as she greedily pushes against my touch. Both thumbs follow, move in and stretch her so she’s prepared for what comes next.

  Liam stops kissing her, pulls back her head by the hair, and bites her hard in the neck.

  He knows what he wants and takes it. Most of the time, roughly.

  Her quiet whimpering fills the room and becomes one with the rich bass booming from the speakers as her inner muscles contract around me.

  She can deny it as much as she wants, but she likes this here.

  Being handled roughly and passed around by us like a toy.

  It’s precisely the reason we picked her. Because she goes along with just about everything.

  He licks the sore spot before briefly pushing her away to roll on a condom.

  Her nails dig into his upper arms, whereupon he roughly grabs her hips and growling, forces her down on his dick.

  Her whimpering turns to excited moaning and she rolls her head back in ecstasy as he thrusts with a merciless rhythm.

  “It’s time,” I whisper in her ear, slide my thumbs one last time in her opening before I pull out of her.

  Goose bumps form on her delicate bare skin. Devoted, her upper body sags forward as she firmly holds on to the headboard with both hands. Shivering with excitement and ready for what we have planned.

  Liam slows down, sticks both middle fingers in her butt, and spreads it for me.

  I forgo a condom, grab my cock with one hand, and guide it into her wet entrance. Her hot tightness envelopes me, takes me deeply until even the last inch is inside.

  Both of us are moving in unison. Each thrust resonates in my abdomen and continuously spurs me on.

  Her body becomes putty in our hands as she begins to twitch uncontrollably.

  She willingly gives herself to us, welcomes every hard thrust with unrestrained shouts of lust. Her moans sound deep and rough as if she is being tortured.

  I immediately sense when she enters the room.

  The air changes, it no longer smells only of sex. A hint of her sweet perfume enters and dominates my nostrils.

  Greedily, I suck in her scent, close my eyes in pleasure and thrust my hips forward in a steady rhythm.

  I knew she would come to return the book I lent her a few days ago.

  I wanted this to happen.

  Wanted her to burst into my room, clueless.

  Wanted her to see this here with her own eyes.

  How I take another woman.
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  How I give her unimaginable pleasure. And make her scream under me with lust.

  I wanted to show her what could be hers if she finally give up her resistance.

  It would be so easy.

  Just a single word from her would be enough and she’d be the one I fuck right now to climax.

  Her gaze rests solely on me, I know it.

  On my naked body that she downright devours with her eyes.

  On my tattoos, whose outlines she recently oh-so-tenderly traced with her fingers.

  On my thrusting hips that slap against the pale ass every time i penetrate her.

  A satisfied smile forms on my lips as I turn my head in her direction and see her freeze in her movement.

  The fact that her eyes are solely on me and not my brother provides me with more satisfaction than this meaningless fuck ever could.

  Her eyes reflect disgust, but also lust.

  Her perfect breasts raise and lower frantically as she squeezes her thighs together in torment.

  Obviously, my sweet Brooke is excited.

  As she licks her full lips with that little pink tongue of hers, I can no longer restrain myself.

  Fuck!

  Without breaking our eye contact, a split-second later I reach climax.

  She likes that I look at her and not Cindy, even though she would never admit it. But that’s enough for me.

  Once I’m done with her, she will lie under me moaning and begging for more. And at the end, it will be my name she screams.

  “You caught him having sex?” Heather’s eyes widen in disbelief as she leans closer to me so as not to miss anything.

  “Can you be any louder? I don’t think those two back there heard you,” I grumble, instantly regretting dumping my bad mood on her.

  “Sorry,” I sigh and take a sip of my cola.

  “I don’t know why I’m in such a bad mood right now. It’s not like I haven’t seen something like that before.”

  She waves a hand dismissively and smiles understandingly.

  “Don’t worry about it. I can sympathize.”

  My gaze wanders to the black strand of hair she plays with.

  “You have a crush on him. No wonder you’re in a shitty mood.”

  At that moment, several girls walk by our table so I lower my voice since I’m uncomfortable with the topic.