I AM LEARNING TO TRUST YOU

RAIN

Liam is eye fucking me in front of Sarah and all I can do is drink up and ignore how much I want him.

But it's hard to.

"I want you to want me. I want you to come to me and not feel disgusted by it."

I shift in my seat, the wet underwear uncomfortable on my skin but also very sensual when I remember why it's wet.

I didn't know I could be commanded … no, ordered to come and I could without physical contact. It felt like Liam's hand was around my cock, squeezing me out, milking me out but he wasn't.

His breath was fanning on my neck, then biting on it hard on where he had marked me. The sensory overload heightened when he pinched my nipples …

"… Okay?"

"Huh?" I look at Sarah, who is looking at me with furrowed brows.

"Did you ask me something?"

"I asked if you are okay. You keep shifting in your chair and your face is red."

"I am fine," my eyes find Liam's who smirking, eyes on me is.