who caressed instead of tugged. One bad boy who was mine.
His fingers found the edge of my dress, slipping it over my head. He tossed it to the side and pushed my panties to the side. Before I could handle the torture any longer he slipped inside of me, making me moan.
“I’m gonna make love to you, Sarah,” he mumbled against my ear. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.”
He trailed his finger in circles over my most sensitive place. He mumbled dirty things into my ear, while caressing me so gently. “Tell me to fuck you.”
I whimpered, my body igniting against him. “Fuck me.”
He moaned, entangling his fingers in my hair and making me look up at him. “Watch me. Don’t look away. I wanna see you.”
I bit my lip, shaking from the pleasure. He was a bright light, blinding the darkness. A soft breeze on a summer night. His hand gripped my ass, making it burn from the strength of his grip. He gave me slow strokes, coasting in and out of me. “Liam,” I mumbled against his neck. “You feel so good.”
He was breathing hard in my ear. “Come for me, baby. Look up at me.”
I glanced up at him, his gray eyes smoldering. How did I get this lucky? And how can it all be gone in one second. One person seeing us will end it. It was already ended.
He plunged his tongue into my mouth at the same time he cupped my breast. It was all I needed. I exploded around him. My muscles contracted against his length. He mumbled underneath his breath, shuddering right after me.
He didn’t speak afterwards, he pulled me to his chest, where we both fell asleep.
Liam
Sarah was still in the bed when my phone rang. I knew who it would be. I knew it was the chancellor.
I picked up. “Hello.”
“Mr. Downs. I need to see you today. Can you meet me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now.”
I hung up the phone and ran my fingers over my face. It was time to clean up the mess I’d made.
Sarah
The spot next to me on the bed was cold when I woke up. Liam had been up for a while. He wasn’t in the house when I walked around and my stomach dropped. Layla was pushing her food bowl around the floor, so I filled it up.
I bit my nail and paced before I realized I probably needed to get ready for the day. The door was unlocked when I came in and my heart thudded an extra beat. Zeus was hiding underneath the futon, and I could hear rummaging in my bedroom. I tiptoed into the hallway and barely peeked through the crack in my door.
Matt was throwing things around, rummaging through my stuff. “What the fuck!” I yelled.
He turned around. His eyes had bags underneath them and it looked as if he hadn’t had any sleep. “Sarah,” he mumbled, stumbling forward.
Was he drunk? It was ten in the morning?
“What are you doing here?” I asked, looking around at the mess in my room. “What are you doing to my room?”
He let out a shaky breath and held up the Post-It note Liam had left on my pillow. “How long have you been sleeping with him? Since he got here?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Yes, the fuck it is!” He threw his hands in the air. He was wearing sweats, and a wrinkled t-shirt. He looked like shit. Exactly how I felt.
“No, it’s not. You’re not my boyfriend anymore, Matt. You fucked up. We don’t even love each other. We didn’t connect.”
“Well,” he let out a shaky laugh, “I guess you’re not going to be connecting with Liam either. I called the chancellor today. Liam is gone to meet him now.” He smiled like a Cheshire cat.
That’s where Liam had gone. A sick feeling erupted in my stomach. He was going to lose his job because of me. Because of me. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Okay. But, it doesn’t make a difference with you or me. You’re not in my life anymore. I want you out of my room and my sight! Get out!”
“Baby,” he whispered, stepping forward.
“Matt. I forgive you for what you done, but I don’t want you back. I don’t want to feel comfortable. I want to be with someone who makes me feel. Makes me want him, makes me feel special. You’re not him.”
Matt’s eyes turned dark and he threw the lamp closet to him.