His Girlfriend Doesn't Now

Liam was staring up at me, fists tight on his thighs like he was physically stopping himself from doing something stupid.

I leaned down just a little, just enough that he could feel my breath. "Scared you'll like it too much?" I whispered.

He let out this breathy laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. "I don't know, man," he muttered, refusing to meet my eyes. "You know how much I like Paige's ass. But..." His gaze dropped low, right to my shorts. "Those booty shorts hug your ass pretty good. No homo, lmao."

I grinned wide, cocky. "Sure. Totally straight."

Before I could even tease him more, Liam reached out and grabbed a handful of my ass.

Firm.

Both hands.

No hesitation.

I gasped, legit caught off guard, feeling his fingers sink into my cheeks like he was testing how much he could get away with. My whole body jolted like I'd been zapped. His grip was stronger than I expected--needier than I expected.

"But seriously," Liam muttered, squeezing hard. "That ass is... goddamn hot bro."

I laughed under my breath, feeling a rush shoot through me. Fuck, the way he was holding me. Like he didn't even realize what he was doing. Like his hands had moved before his brain caught up.

I turned around slowly so my ass could face him properly, standing between his spread legs, heart pounding so loud I swore he could hear it. His hands stayed on me, sliding lower, fingers hooking the waistband of my shorts.

Slow.

Too slow.

He raked them down, letting the fabric drag against my skin--and revealing that I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Liam froze.

Totally still, wide-eyed, lips parted like he forgot how to breathe.

"Bro. What the fuck," he breathed out, voice cracking halfway through.

He palmed his own face with both hands, scrubbing hard like he could physically erase the thoughts blasting through his head. "Paige's gonna fucking kill me," he muttered under his breath. "What the fuck am I doing."

But even as he said it, he was staring.

Locked in.

Like he couldn't tear his eyes away from my bare ass right there in front of him. He wasn't even blinking. Just... drinking it in like he'd been fantasizing about this for longer than he wanted to admit.

"Goddamn," Liam said again, voice way lower this time. He grabbed my cheeks again, harder now, spreading them open with both hands like he owned me. "Fuck, look at it. So ripe, dude. If you weren't a dude... I'd have fucked you right now."

I shivered, feeling totally exposed--and loving it. My skin was burning, nerves lit up all over. I wanted him to touch more. Taste more. Do more.

His thumbs pulled me open wider.

And then--he spat.

Just leaned in and spat right between my cheeks.

Warm and wet and filthy.

I gasped, grinding my teeth together to stop a moan from slipping out. My knees buckled a little. That single act broke something open in me. I didn't care what it meant. I just needed more.

Liam was breathing hard now, hands shaking slightly as he stared at what he just did like he couldn't believe himself.

Then--fuck--he leaned in and dragged his tongue up between my cheeks.

Slow.

Deliberate.

I almost collapsed.

"Fuck, Liam," I groaned under my breath, head tipping back. "You feel so good..."

His hands gripped tighter, holding me steady as he licked again, hotter and rougher this time, spit slicking everything up. The sounds were filthy--wet, raw--and I could feel every flick of his tongue like electricity shooting straight up my spine.

He was eating it like he couldn't get enough.

Like he needed it.

His nose nudged up against me. His tongue worked deeper, longer. My thighs were shaking now, my fingers digging into the couch for balance. I wanted to grind against his face, fuck back onto his tongue, just let him ruin me.

And he would've. He wanted to.

But then--

Clink.

The sharp sound of keys fumbling at the front door made us both freeze.

I yanked my shorts up so fast I almost ripped them. Liam shoved me off his lap, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like he hadn't just had his face buried in my ass.

I threw myself down on the couch, pretending to scroll on my phone, heart racing so fast I thought I might pass out.

The door swung open.

Paige walked in, tossing her purse on the table and smiling like nothing was wrong.

"I missed you, Liam," she said sweetly.

Liam coughed, voice hoarse. "Yeah. Missed you too, babe."

My heart was still slamming against my ribs as she crossed the room toward him, completely oblivious to what almost just happened. Liam didn't look at me. Not once. But I could still feel the heat of his breath back there like it'd been branded into me.