Sinfully Yours

Chapter 2

The next three days were torture.

Elara sat across from Liam at the dinner table, pushing lo mein around her plate while her mother droned on about the upcoming school fundraiser. Every time their eyes met, heat flooded her cheeks and pooled low in her belly. She could still feel him inside her, still taste him on her tongue when she closed her eyes at night.

"Elara, honey, are you listening?" Her mother's voice cut through the haze.

"Sorry, what?"

"I asked if you'd help set up for the bake sale on Saturday. You and Liam could go together, pick up the supplies."

Liam's fork clattered against his plate. "Yeah, sure. We can do that."

Under the table, his foot found hers, pressing deliberately against her ankle. The contact sent electricity shooting up her leg. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from gasping.

"Perfect!" Her mother beamed, oblivious. "It'll be nice for you two to spend some quality sibling time together."

If she only knew what kind of quality time they'd already spent.

That night, Elara lay in bed, her body aching with need. She could hear Liam moving around in the room next to hers, separated only by a thin wall. Her hand drifted down her stomach, slipping beneath her panties. She was already wet, throbbing with the memory of him.

A soft knock made her freeze.

Her door cracked open, and Liam slipped inside, closing it silently behind him. The moonlight streaming through her window illuminated the hunger in his eyes.

"We can't," she whispered, even as her body betrayed her, sitting up in bed, the sheet falling away to reveal her thin tank top.

"I know," he breathed, crossing to her in three strides. "But I can't stop thinking about you."

He captured her mouth in a desperate kiss, his tongue demanding entry. She melted into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he pushed her back against the pillows. His hand slid up her thigh, finding her wet and ready.

"f**k, Elara," he groaned against her lips. "You're soaked."

"I was thinking about you," she admitted, her hips rolling against his hand as he stroked her through the damp fabric.

He pulled her panties aside, his fingers finding her c**t and circling it with maddening precision. She bit down on his shoulder to muffle her moan, her body already climbing toward release.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, sliding two fingers inside her. "Come for me. But you have to be quiet."

The command sent her over the edge. She shattered silently, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through her. He swallowed her gasps with his mouth, his fingers working her through the aftershocks.

Before she could catch her breath, he was freeing himself from his sweatpants, positioning himself at her entrance. The risk of it their parents sleeping just down the hall made it even more intoxicating.

He pushed inside with one smooth thrust, and they both froze, eyes locked, barely breathing. Then he began to move, slow and deep, each stroke deliberate and devastating. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, needing more.

"God, you feel so good," he whispered against her neck. "So f*****g perfect."

A floorboard creaked in the hallway.

They both went rigid, Liam still buried inside her. Footsteps approached slow, shuffling. Her mother's voice drifted through the door.

"Honey? Did you hear something?"

Elara's heart hammered so hard she thought it might explode. Liam's hand clamped over her mouth as her father's voice responded from their bedroom.

"Just the house settling. Come back to bed."

The footsteps retreated. They waited, frozen in their compromising position, until they heard the master bedroom door close.

Liam pulled out slowly, both of them trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal. "I should go," he breathed, but his eyes said he wanted to stay, wanted to finish what they'd started.

"Tomorrow," she promised, her voice barely audible. "We'll find a way."

He kissed her once more, hard and possessive, then slipped out of her room like a ghost.

Friday afternoon, Elara's best friend Maya cornered her at her locker.

"Okay, spill. Who is he?"

Elara's blood ran cold. "What are you talking about?"

Maya gestured at her neck. "That hickey you've been trying to hide all week. And don't say it's from a curling iron because I'm not an idiot."

Elara's hand flew to her neck, where she'd carefully applied concealer that morning. Apparently not carefully enough.

"It's... complicated," she hedged.

"Is it someone from school? Oh my god, is it Jake from calc? I knew he was into you!"

"No, it's not Jake." Elara slammed her locker shut, her mind racing. "Look, I'll tell you everything, but not here. Can you come over tomorrow?"

"Can't. Family thing. But you're telling me Monday, or I'm staging an intervention."

As Maya walked away, Elara felt Liam's presence before she saw him. He leaned against the lockers beside her, close enough that she could smell his cologne.

"Problem?" he asked, his voice low.

"Maya noticed the hickey."

His jaw tightened. "What did you tell her?"

"Nothing. But she's not going to let it go."

"Then we need to be smarter." His hand brushed hers, a fleeting touch that sent sparks through her. "Meet me in the equipment shed after practice. We need to talk."

But when she slipped into the dimly lit shed an hour later, talking was the last thing on their minds.

He had her pressed against the wall before the door even closed, his mouth hot and demanding on hers. She could taste the desperation, the need that had been building all week.

"We're going to get caught," she gasped as his hands slid under her shirt, cupping her breasts through her bra.

"I don't care anymore," he growled, his thumbs flicking her n*****s until they hardened into peaks. "I need you."

He spun her around, pressing her palms flat against the rough wood. She heard his zipper, felt him lift her skirt and pull her panties down. Then he was inside her, filling her completely, one hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her cries.

He f****d her hard and fast, each thrust driving her higher. The risk of discovery, the forbidden nature of what they were doing it all combined into an intoxicating cocktail that had her coming within minutes, her body clenching around him as she bit down on his palm.

He followed with a muffled groan, spilling inside her as his hips stuttered against hers.

They stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard, reality slowly seeping back in. He pulled out carefully, helping her straighten her clothes with shaking hands.

"This is insane," she whispered.

"I know." He turned her to face him, his eyes dark and intense. "But I can't stop. Can you?"

Before she could answer, voices echoed outside the soccer team, heading toward the shed for equipment.

"s**t!" Liam hissed.

They scrambled, looking for another exit, but there was only one door. The voices were getting closer, accompanied by footsteps.

Elara's eyes met Liam's, panic and arousal still warring in her expression.

The door handle began to turn.