With Friends Like These. . .

Little Deaths (Explicit)

He was too close. She could taste the sweetness on Liam's breath. Hands reached past her, grabbed her shirt. Pulled. As the cotton slid up her skin, and he leaned in for what Evie could only imagine was a kiss, she squealed and threw herself backwards.

"M-Mister–?!"

"Oh, come now, you know better than that, Evie." He teased, a dusky tone in his rasping voice. "I told you to call me Liam. Haven't I been so well behaved, calling you what you want to be called?"

When did she wake up in bizarro world? And why the hell was Mr. Alina acting so horny? "Y-Yeah, you have. I-Im gonna. . . Go get changed."

"Suit yourself."

Evie rushed off for the bathroom, realizing just as she pulled the door closed that she didn't have any clothes to change into. The revelations kept rolling in, however, as she stared at herself in the mirror.

How convenient that he decided to be a flirt just when she started asking questions. A little too convenient, she might say. "That mother fucker. . ." She hissed quietly to her own reflection. With very little hesitation, she stripped her shirt off. A black bra greeted her from beneath the ruined white cotton. Simple, and nothing overtly sexy, but she remembered hearing that men liked confidence more than anything.

She was going to break him. And then she'd ask every little question her heart desired. But first, she had to up the ante in their little game of chicken. Maybe if she came onto him hard enough, he'd get cold feet, realize he can't make love to his daughter's best friend, and then she'd have him right where she wanted him!

Not even a silver fox Supreme would stop her truth quest.

So, taking a shaking breath, she walked back out into the living room with her wet shirt slung over her shoulder. A flash of satisfaction crawled down her spine as she witnessed a flush creep across his cheeks. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t find safe enough words.

“I don’t have anything to change into, Liam. I know--Kinda silly to realize that after I left. But I took off my shirt, and then didn’t know what to replace it with--”

Evie was cut short by Liam suddenly standing. His expression dark. Evie took an involuntary step back. She’d never seen him look that way before! She didn’t have a chance to throw up her hands in self defense, before Liam was on her.

She felt his hand slide down her back, holding her ass tight in one hand. His palm was so warm. Not as warm as his lips, though. She felt them pressed against her own, and for a few, floundering seconds, Evie could do little else than helplessly kiss him back.

His touch was greedy. Like he’d was catching up for missed time. Evie broke the kiss just long enough to whimper; “L-Liam! What are you doing?” Her words more air than voice.

“Anything you want me to.” He groaned back, burying his neck in Evie’s, nibbling softly at the sensitive nape. “God--Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” His voice growled into her skin. Evie shuddered, feeling her body slump weakly against him.

Evie didn’t speak. Did she want him to stop? Admittedly. . .No. This felt wrong. She knew she could never tell Karli about what she’d do here tonight. Something she could never do again. He stopped kissing her, pulling himself back just far enough that he could look straight into her eyes, his own half lidded and burning with feverish desire.

“Evie. . .?” He asked, breathlessly, concerned.

“L-Liam. . .” She moaned back, weakly.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“We shouldn’t. . .But Liam, I don’t want to stop!” Passion overflowing from her words as she spoke them, yearning so powerful it moved her to tears.

He grabbed her face in his palms, using his thumbs to wipe the tears out of her eyes. “Don’t cry, baby girl. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” His voice was warm, reassuring. “Maybe we shouldn’t, you’re right. . . After all, your first is supposed to be special.”

“Who says it won’t be?” Cold dread twisted her stomach as she heard him speak. What if he pushed her away? Now? After he lit a fire in her chest, one that was roaring to be fed.

He laughed so loud, it startled Evie. Before she could ask what was so funny, he hooked his arms under the backs of her knees and swept her off her feet and into his powerful arms. He didn’t so much as shake as he shifted her closer to his chest, and planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Oh, you’re damn right it’s going to be special.” Was all Liam growled as he carried her towards his bedroom.

The trip was a blur. Evie felt certain that they’d knocked over more than just a few things on their frenzied way to the bedroom. Her body sunk slightly into the plush covers, pressed firmly into the mattress as Liam laid on top of her. His fingertips slid up her sides, under the lace of her bra. She couldn’t help but moan as his fingers dug into the plush skin of her breast.

“I want to touch you. . .” Evie moaned, longingly, Liam peppering kisses down her neck, pausing between her breasts as he thought to respond.

“Then touch me, love,” He invited, tracing his palm down the length of her arm, only to grab ahold of her hand and press it to his chest. “Show me what you want to do to my body with your hands.” His voice, a low growl, dripped with s*x. Not a command, but not a request either.

Evie’s heart beat so fast even her racing thoughts couldn’t keep up. Her breath kept hitching in her throat. Heat poured off of her skin. She felt an ache between her thighs, the more she touched him. God--Had her pants always been so tight?

As if responding to her thoughts, he reached down with both his hands and roughly unbuttoned her jeans, ripping them open. “I can’t stop imagining what you must taste like.” He groaned in a smoky whisper.

“S-Since when?” She teased back lightly, her hands trembling as she reached up and started slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He had one hand laid flat down beside her head, propping himself up, their legs tangled up, one of his knees pressed against the seat of her pants.

“Since I’ve seen the woman you’ve grown into.” He responded simply. “Are you sure you want to do this? You’re talking an awful lot for a woman who’s trying to give me her virginity.” As if to rub salt in the wound, he nibbled cheekily at her ear lobe. Evie made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a gasp of surprise.

“W-Well, what else am I supposed to do?” She stuttered out breathlessly, as he began to trail a line of kisses down the side of her neck, and down the middle of her chest.

“Relax. Lay back. Enjoy.” He winked roguishly, his head hovering just above her hips. With the look of a man starved, he slowly pulled her jeans off. He seemed to savor the seconds as they slipped by, revealing more and more of her pale skin.

“Yeah, that first one’s not possible. The other two, though. . .” She said, leaning back into the plush sheets. His scent, like smoky cashmere, washed out her thoughts. Made her feel like she was drunk. His piercing gaze was too much for Evie to hold, so she stared up at the ceiling. Her eyes traced the swirling patterns, while she felt Liam’s finger tips swirl the patterns on her panties.

“Evie.” He said her name like it was an order. She sucked air through her teeth, a white hot flash of arousal coursing through her. “Can I take these?” He had his index fingers hooked around the hips of her underwear, pulling it away from her like he planned to snap the elastic.

“Yes!” She said, moaning softly into her hands. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Good girl.” Liam growled with satisfaction as he pulled her panties free. A deep groan broke his quiet, and he softly murmured; “I’ve never wanted to eat something so bad in all my life.” He grabbed two solid handfuls of her hips, and held her in place as he moved his lips to hers.

“God have mercy!” She squealed softly, sitting up suddenly. Liam wasn’t having it. Playfully, but with impressive strength, he yanked her ass out from under her. Her back hit the bed again, and bounced.

“Want me to stop?” Muffled though he was by Evie’s thighs, he peeked up just long enough to make eye contact.

“Please don’t!” Evie whined, her hips bucking softly. She felt the way his tongue swirled circles around her c**t. How attentively his fingers stroked her inner walls, as if looking for every weakness. “D-Don’t stop, don’t stop!” With most of her mental energy used fighting for her life. Years were passing by in mere seconds. Time distorted around Liam’s silver tongue. She recognized this feeling.

Of course, Evie loved herself enough to know what an orgasm was, and when one was coming on. But to come this quickly? Her voice couldn’t break past the frantic panting. Her thighs closed around his cheeks, and all she could do was squeak out a final; “Oh god!”

Her body shuddered powerfully, the muscles in her core flexing, tightening around his fingers as supreme pleasure washed over her. She barely registered the amused chuckle. As if he knew exactly what he was doing, Liam slowed his rhythm, letting her come down from her high.

“Evie,” He asked, crooked smile carved into his face, his eyes glowing with satisfaction, “Did you just. . . ?” But the knowing look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. He already knew exactly what she just did.

Hiding her face behind her hands, Evie could only nod in response. That wasn’t enough for Liam. His hand slid up her side, and gently found her cheek, brushing her palms out of the way.

“Mmm, sorry, what was that? Didn't quite hear you. Speak up.” He was toying with her! Something halfway between arousal and indignation bloomed in her chest.

“Y-Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Y-Yes, I came, alright? It’s not my fault--” She would have finished the sentence ‘that I have no experience,’ but Liam cut her off.

“No,” he growled into her ear. “It’s mine.”

They locked eyes for a few seconds, Evie reaching hesitantly up and grabbing his face. She pulled him into a kiss. Evie could taste herself on his lips, and something about the thought drove her wild.

Soft whimpering moans dashed themselves against his firm lips. He kissed her like he thought she’d disappear if she stopped. Like he needed to feel every inch of her with his lips to make her real. Evie needed more. She needed him deeper.

Breaking the kiss for just long enough, she moaned; “Liam! I want you!”

He fumbled around his nightstand, pulling out a condom. She glanced over to the golden-orange foil, and her eyes widened. Elite? Wasn’t that for the extra-large man? She glanced back over to liam, catching his eye, His crooked smile widened, as he could see the math adding up in her head.

Wordlessly, he pulled down the waistband of his sweats. Evie audibly gasped. He was huge! In a strange way, his c**k was gorgeous. Smooth, harder than iron, and perfectly shaped, she could almost imagine Liam was the standard for what a perfect man looked like.

“What?” He asked, clearly amused by her reaction.

“I don’t think that’s going to fit. . . “ She groaned in response, trying to hide an indulgent smile.

“Oh, you’d be surprised.” He replied, casually, as if his hand wasn’t gripping the base of his c**k, holding himself perfectly at the ready to slip inside her eager body.

“W-Will. . . Will it hurt. . .?”

Another amused laugh. “Oh no Evie. If it hurts, that means I’m not focused enough on your pleasure. And god if I don’t want tonight to be all about your pleasure.”

She could feel the head of his c**k pressing against her folds, even feel the pulse of his heartbeat. “O-Okay!” Was all she could manage, wrapping her arms shyly around his neck. Liam laid his body atop of hers, his lips against her ear as he whispered to her.

“Can I make you feel good, Evie?”

“Please!” She panted back, desperate to feel him. All of him. She didn’t want to hold anything back. If she were going to go all the way, why limit herself?

He started slow at first, pressing himself into her. Evie was already dripping from his tongue work. Her body didn’t resist him. In fact, she could almost feel her muscles pulling him deeper and deeper until--

“G-God. Fuck.” He hissed this through clenched teeth, hanging his head forward, resting his forehead on her collarbone.

“W-What?” She stuttered back, surprised to hear him break like that.

“It’s been a while. And I certainly don’t remember my last b-being so tight! Does it hurt, baby girl?” He leaned back so he could see her face, propping himself up on one hand, the other stroking her cheek with a tenderness she’d never felt before.

Surprisingly, she could feel him stretching her insides, but. . . “No. No it doesn’t h-hurt at all!” She replied honestly. “F-Feels good.”

“You’re cute when you’re shy about your own pleasure. You think that feels good. . .?”

Evie nodded wordlessly, feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss him again. She didn’t hear what he said next--The only thing Evie knew was that after he stopped talking, she pulled their lips together once more.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, as Liam pushed himself deeper and deeper, Evie would grind her hips up into him. She could feel the way he moved inside her--The way her s*x eagerly took every inch, over and over. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge. She might go mad with pleasure!

Liam broke the kiss first. “E-Evie. Evie. Y-You gotta s-stop!” He panted. “I-I’m going to--!” Encouraged by just how undone Liam looked, Evie did not stop.

Instead, she used what little leverage she had to roll Liam onto his back. She felt so much smaller than him, especially now that she was on top of him. She had her palms flat against his chest. Evie used her thighs to carefully bounce herself up and down the length of his shaft.

“Oh, Evie!” He tossed his head back, moaning. She could feel him throb inside of her, see his pulse in his neck. For a split second, it struck her what they were doing--

And then he was balls deep inside of her again, his hands on her hips, guiding her rhythm. She’d never felt so free in all her life. In control. The man beneath her writhed like she was killing him. And in a way, she was.

Little Deaths.

“Evie, I’m going to cum.” He groaned, desperately trying to maintain eye contact with her--Failing, as his eyes rolled back in his head. The idea that he was about to do something so intimate--Even with a condom between them--It enticed Evie in a way she’d never experienced.

A flash of heat scored her body from the inside, and she felt her own climax imminent. At least for tonight, they were one body, reveling in the delight of intimate exploration.

Evie came. More powerfully than before, she felt her entire body constricting around him. Shaking. Alive with pleasure. She could feel his c**k as it twitched. As he came. Sure, into the condom--But the warmth of it all. . .

Her body shivering so intensely Evie could no longer support herself, she collapsed on top of him. Liam groaned a low, exhausted groan, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Neither of them spoke. They simply breathed together, in time.

At some point, Evie’s wandering mind fell into dreams. She couldn’t see the tragic look of heartbreak on Liam’s face as he gazed down at the gorgeous young woman.