Bittersweet Lies (Bittersweet-Series Book 1) Page 8

  “I do what I can,” he counters.

  For the next five minutes, we fall into silence again and enjoy our remaining food.

  By now, the club is packed. Couples are everywhere, standing close together, exchanging loving glances. The singles are either looking for a casual affair or simply feel like partying.

  If I had to pick, I’d count myself among the latter group. Since I’m currently not in a relationship – not that I’m interested – I’m only left with two options, which makes deciding easy. I’m just not the type for casual affairs.

  Although …

  How do you know if you are the type for something if you have never tried it?

  Fuck.

  Once again, I’m way too busy thinking about unimportant things.

  I guess the countless lonely hours I had in recent years have taken their toll on me.

  I dab my mouth with the white cloth napkin, down the rest of my cocktail – which in retrospect might not have been such a good idea – and energetically stand up.

  “Come!” I urge with a big grin on my face, linking our fingers together.

  “I don’t know about you, but I could use some movement now.”

  As the meaning of my words sink in, he pulls his lips into that special smile that always gives me goose bumps and makes my heart flutter.

  “I’m right behind you, baby.”

  Compared to when I made my way through the parting crowd on the dance floor earlier, it is now so crowded that there is barely enough available space to dance.

  “Quite packed in here,” I shout unnecessarily, to which Liam grins sassily at me.

  “I like it tight and warm,” he replies with a suggestive glance in my direction.

  I roll my eyes.

  “No comment,” I remark laughing and move my body to the beat of the music.

  A remix of Sexual Healing by Charlie Puth feat Kygo roars out of the speakers and makes the people around us literally burst into hysteria.

  Couples start grinding suggestively against each other while single men are looking for permissive women to win over.

  I let my gaze wander aimlessly over the crowd when suddenly I come across a pair of dark blue eyes blatantly watching me.

  Blake is leaning against a pillar at the edge of the dance floor with his hands casually in the pockets of his dark jeans, his eyes stubbornly directed at me.

  Arrogant.

  Engaging.

  And so damn hot.

  Shit.

  What is he doing here?

  And why the hell does he look like he would love nothing better than to immediately drag me off the dance floor into a dark corner and show me who’s in charge?

  However, the better question is why the idea is actually turning me on.

  At that very moment, when I decide to no longer waste any more thoughts on it, the song changes.

  Attention by Charlie Puth – one of my absolute favorite songs.

  And while I lip-sync the lyrics and give myself to the music, I realize in a twisted way, the song resembles the situation Blake and I are in.

  You just want to have your fun

  You don’t care about my feelings

  Maybe you just hate the thought that I’m not yours

  Secretly I knew

  It’s all just a game for you

  With a mysterious smile, I turn my back to Liam, stretch my arms over my head, and sinuously rub against his body. All the while focused on Blake.

  He presses his lips into a thin line and narrows his eyes as Liam puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer against him.

  I know it is fate

  That we met

  You know what I wish for

  But you’ll never be mine

  Why can’t it be like it was back when we were inseparable and couldn’t imagine a life without each other? I ask him silently, closing my eyes for a moment.

  What is so wrong with wanting to be close to you?

  I want to philosophize with you for hours about unimportant things … make fun of your bad jokes, and feel you really want my company.

  This here, this fucking situation between us – I simply hate it. You hear?

  You just want to have your fun

  You don’t care about my feelings

  Maybe you just hate the thought that I’m not yours

  Secretly I knew

  It’s all just a game for you

  I run my hands through Liam’s hair, search for a hold, and clutch it. Then I sway my hips to the rhythm while pushing my butt against his crotch with slow gyrating movements.

  Blake does not look away for one single second; it’s almost as if he’s incapable.

  The veins on his neck stand out treacherously as Liam removes his hands from my hips to touch every inch of my body with his fingertips. I can see as much even from the tiny distance that separates us.

  His fingers glide higher, caress my waist, and up along my sides until they finally brush my breasts. An electrical charge surges through me as I feel his touch through the thin fabric of my blouse.

  I feel hot, but not just because I allow him to touch me intimately.

  No.

  It’s his intense look and the fact that he just stands there watching us without making any attempt to stop me, which turns me on.

  You look at me with that cold look

  Trying to keep me at a distance

  Because you are scared of letting me come close

  Baby, look me in the eyes

  And tell me you don’t want me

  That everything was a lie

  Fuck. What am I doing here?

  New city, new life … Yeah, so what?

  That he didn’t stop me shouldn’t bother me, but dammit, it sure does!

  I can tell he wants to drag me away from Liam and give my ass a spanking for my dirty way of playing with him.

  His murderous eyes, beautiful mouth, which is compressed given he’s pissed off, his tense posture, and hands clenched into fists, cannot hide it from me.

  All those clues certify I’m right and yet that guy is too stubborn to move his ass from that spot to let me have it!

  Do something already, I challenge him. Something!

  Yell at me, take your anger out on me, or get the hell out of here, but do something!

  What are you doing to me? (Hey)

  What are your intentions, huh? (Answer me)

  What are you doing to me?

  What are your intentions, huh? (You just want your fun)

  What are you doing to me? (Secretly I knew it)

  What are your intentions, huh? (It’s just a game for you)

  What are you doing to me?

  What are your intentions, huh? (You will never be mine)

  Is that what you want? Attention?

  Or the fact that I can no longer do without you?

  The song fades as I finally look away from him, turn, and gently rest against Liam.

  I don’t know for how long we stand there like this, but when I glance at where he was last, he’s gone.

  As if he’d never been there.

  “Oh God, Blake!” Cindy moans as I roughly push her against the table edge.

  “Be still,” I growl, silencing her ridiculous protests by pressing my mouth to hers and sliding my tongue between her slightly parted lips.

  Okay, I have to admit the women’s bathroom is not exactly an ideal place for a quick fuck, but at the moment, I’m the horniest I’ve been in a long time.

  All thanks to that little beast, who pulled off a dirty performance before my eyes and got me all hot.

  Quite intentionally. And at that, with my damn brother.

  Fuck!

  The brief longing sigh Cindy emits as I ravish her mouth, makes me focus on her and her body again.

  I remove a hand from her hip, grab a handful of her hair, and rudely pull her head back to bite her pale throat.

  As I tease the thin skin with my teeth and lick my way down with my ton
gue, her moans sound painful as well as lustful.

  She tastes of expensive perfume and sweat.

  In the next moment, I cup her perky ass with both hands and lift her up.

  A surprised gasp bursts out of her mouth as she wraps her long legs around my midriff and arms around my neck. Her tight mini dress slides up above her hips, making things easier for me.

  In one sweeping motion, I place her on the makeup table, which makes her grin from ear to ear.

  “Spread your legs,” I order harshly.

  Cindy promptly obeys my request, first moves one pale leg to the side, then the other. My rough handling turns her on, I can tell by her wet lace panties that are bunched between labia.

  “And now?” she asks innocently while twirling a strand of long black hair around her index finger.

  She gives me a flirtatious look, her eyes glassy from lust, and her lips pulled into a little smile.

  I want her to keep her yap shut, so I slide the index and middle finger of my right hand into her mouth, silencing her immediately.

  “Suck on them,” I demand, closing my eyes and imagining my fingers disappearing between her full pink lips.

  Her teasing small tongue that excites me with practiced movements and her soft lips that completely surround me.

  “That’s enough,” I growl and withdraw my fingers.

  Cindy licks her cherry-red mouth and looks at me with bedroom eyes, which tells me she wants more.

  I slide the red lacy fabric aside with one hand and without warning enter her completely.

  Fingers that were moments ago stuck in her mouth.

  Her sharp scream shoots straight to my cock, which is already impatiently pushing against the fabric of my jeans. Not much longer and I can dip into her tight pussy and finally fuck the blonde curls I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all day, out of her brain.

  Her head sags back against the cool tiles as I rhythmically move inside her and spread the moisture with my fingers. She gasps and squirms under my movements. Her sharp nails claw the fabric of her red dress in ecstasy.

  “Oh God,” she moans, rolling her eyes and pressing her lower body against me.

  While I constantly thrust into her, my free hand grabs the button on my jeans, frees it, and frantically pulls them down, until they become hung up at my knees.

  Cindy is blissfully unaware of all of it because she is much too busy with her desire and the feeling of me inside her.

  I pull my fingers out of her and let them slide between her wet, slightly swollen lips, which makes her sigh in frustration.

  I deliberately stay away from her clit. Her orgasm belongs to me and my cock. When she reaches climax, I want to be deep inside her to enjoy every single second of her spasms.

  Growling, I grab her hips and pull her ass closer to the edge of the table. My fingers fish for the pack of condoms I placed earlier there next to her.

  I hold out the shiny package to her and she tears it open with her teeth without hesitation.

  It’s a cliché, I know, but fuck!

  Who cares about clichés when she looks this hot?

  After I rolled the condom over its full length, I grab my cock in one hand and press it against her opening.

  “Fuck me,” she begs shrilly and digs her nails into my butt.

  “I told you to be quiet,” I whisper and thrust into her.

  Hard.

  Her hoarse moans fill the room as I repeatedly plunge into her, to get her face out of my head.

  Her sweet smile and slightly reddened cheeks when she looks at me with that lustful gaze, thinking I’m not aware of it.

  Her breathing, which always quickens every time I approach her, and the words emanating from her pink lips that don’t fit the signals her body sends out.

  She wants me, I know it, yet she resists the power of attraction I exert on her.

  Sooner or later, she will drop the cool facade and indulge me.

  Until such time, I’ll make sure she cannot help but come to me.

  And I will enjoy every single second of it.

  “Blake, please!” Cindy begs as I slow my pace and merely penetrate her with the tip.

  Leisurely, I fuck her entrance without bringing her over the edge, making her groan in frustration.

  She urges me to enter her deeper by placing her arms around me, holding on tight, and pressing her heels into my butt.

  “Didn’t I tell you …” I growl, grabbing both of her arms in one swift motion and with one hand, pin them above her head against the tiles, “… to keep your yap shut?”

  Her gaze darkens as she tries in vain to defend herself against my firm grip.

  She is turned on. Enjoys our little game. She likes me dominating her and her body without considering the words that exit her mouth so recklessly.

  Her actions should provoke and make me lose control, that’s what the little minx is after.

  “If you won’t keep your yap shut and do as I say, I will leave and find me some other slut to fuck,” I whisper icily, directly in her ear, making her shudder.

  “Do we understand each other?”

  She’s smart enough to keep her mouth shut and nods resignedly.

  “Good,” I grunt contentedly, bury my other hand in her hip and with one single deep thrust, sink my cock into her.

  I don’t spoil her, don’t consider her feelings.

  This here is not about being affectionate or dicking around with schmaltzy expressions of love.

  This here is nothing more than angry sex, which should provide me with satisfaction and silence my fucked-up mind.

  Every time she’s about to come, I slow my pace and leave her hanging, only to resume my previous momentum when I feel her body soften.

  My heart beats in unison with my thrusts, adapts itself to our rhythm.

  She places her lust in my hands and I love the feeling of controlling her.

  Cindy arches her back, her moans echo through the whole room. It anyway borders on a miracle that no one has caught us in here yet. But it’s exactly that what makes this so interesting.

  The thrill of getting caught by someone trumps all reason and makes us forget our good intentions.

  It is exactly this kick that enables us to have a phenomenal orgasm, incomparable to anything in this world.

  I disengage from her, release her arms, and with a yank, pull her onto her wobbly legs.

  “Turn around,” I order and lustfully watch how she lets her upper body sink down onto the table, turns her head to the side, and stretches her ass into the air. Just the way I want her.

  I slide my cock between her plump cheeks, rub the head several times over her tight gap before I again sink into her and start fucking her brains out.

  Cindy moans as I make contact with her special spot and screams as I enter her ever deeper and harder.

  The smacking sounds her pussy makes when I slide into it and the hot sight of her labia surrounding my cock when it slides out, make me even harder and make me want to ejaculate. But I pace myself.

  Her fake black mane fades before my eyes to blonde angelic like hair that looks so soft that I want to bury my fingers in it.

  The blood-red painted mouth is replaced by full pink lips, between which I don’t only want to slide my tongue into.

  The green-painted eyes turn into big brown doe eyes accompanied by long, thick black lashes that are wide open, full of lust.

  The fake tits change to natural breasts with small dark nipples, which my hands seem to cup perfectly.

  The pale implant-shaped ass, against which my balls slapped with each thrust, transforms into a plump bubble butt with cute dimples covered by tanned skin.

  I grab a fistful of blonde hair, pull her head joltingly backward, and at the same time, ram into her. All I hear are her little sighs and lustful moans.

  How I would love to smother those sweet sighs with my mouth as I continue to control her body, which is like putty in my hands.

  “Fuck!”
I growl when I realize I can’t get Brooke out of my head.

  Even now, when my cock is inside another woman, all I can think of is her and her body. All this thinking about her is going to drive me mad!

  “Please, Blake, let me come,” Cindy begs and with one blow destroys my imaginary picture of her.

  “You just can’t help yourself, huh?” I swear and increase the tempo.

  A few thrusts later, she suddenly grows very still, only the spasms and uncontrollable contractions of her pussy betray her.

  Rather than emptying myself into her and finishing our little game, I step back and look at her, waiting. She immediately understands, straightens up, and gracefully goes down on her knees to relieve me of the condom.

  It is followed by one more lustful gaze before she guides my cock to her lips and licks its bulging glans with the tip of her tongue.

  My orgasm is imminent and when it’s time, I will come in her mouth. And she’ll give me willingly what I want.

  As her moist warm mouth surrounds me, I brace myself with both hands against the cool tiles and let my head hang forward. You have to give her credit: she can blow.

  She greedily welcomes me, puts her lips around my entire length while skillfully massaging my balls with the other hand.

  Each time she takes me all the way she gags, turning me on even more.

  While her head moves back and forth, she searches for eye contact.

  Her mouth is wide-open, lipstick slightly smeared, my cock shiny with her saliva and some of it drips from her chin onto the marble floor.

  The sight could not be hotter and yet here I am not as hard as I should be.

  It’s not until I imagine her kneeling in front of me with her soft lips around me and her challenging gaze stubbornly directed at me, do I swell to my full size.

  I’m aware I have a problem.

  Quite a big, fat problem, but I can worry about it later.

  I straighten up, grab her head with both hands, and start to fuck her mouth with hard, fast movements.

  Cindy moans in torment as I slide in and out without consideration. Her hands hold on to my thighs trying to regain some control, but she doesn’t succeed.