BEAUTIFUL LIAR

CHAPTER 14 (SMUT)

Thomas straddled me, but I immediately kicked him square in the chest with all the strength I had, sending him crashing to the floor.

“Vivian!” he snapped, clearly pissed. Like I give a damn.

I scrambled off the couch, bolting for the door. My fingers were inches from the doorknob when—s**t—Thomas grabbed my arm.

He yanked me back, locking me in his arms.

“If you like it rough, you could’ve just said so,” he whispered.

Asshole! That’s not what this is!

I thrashed against his hold, trying to break free, but he just tightened his grip. We wrestled like two fighters in a damn wrestling match, neither willing to back down.

He threw me back onto the couch, straddling me again as his lips latched onto my neck. His hands pinned mine above my head, holding me down so tightly I could barely move.

My strength was fading, but I refused to give up. With all the force I had left, I sank my teeth into his shoulder.

“Ahhh—f**k!” he groaned.

I didn’t waste a second—I kicked him hard, sending him stumbling backward. He crashed into the side table, knocking over a glass vase. It shattered on impact, and as he caught himself, his hand landed on a jagged shard. A long gash opened up, blood dripping down his fingers.

“Thomas!” My anger disappeared in an instant. Panic shot through me as I rushed to him.

“The first-aid kit! Where is it?!”

The concern in my voice seemed to soften his expression. His frustration faded slightly.

“Relax, Vivian. It’s not that bad.”

“I said, where’s the damn first-aid kit?!”

“Third drawer,” he mumbled, nodding toward the corner of the room.

I sprinted over, grabbed it, and pulled him onto the couch. Carefully, I dabbed at the wound with an alcohol-soaked cotton pad, wiping away the blood.

“You actually care about me, huh?” he mused.

I didn’t answer. I was still pissed about him manhandling me earlier.

“You’re still mad, aren’t you?” he sighed. “Well, who told you to run off with your little side—OW!”

I pressed the cotton harder against his wound.

“For the last time,” I gritted out, “Martin is my cousin. We’ve known each other since we were crawling out of our diapers.”

Thomas scowled.

“I don’t like you being close to any guy but me.”

“Oh, and what about you?”

“Me?”

“You were all over Sharon, acting like the perfect couple!”

His eyes widened in shock before he suddenly burst into laughter.

“Vivian! Are you jealous?”

“I am not jealous,” I snapped, finishing the bandage with a sharp tug.

“Liar.” His smirk deepened.

“There. Done.” I folded my arms, looking away.

“Good. Now, where were we?” His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned in, his face inches from mine.

My breath hitched. My heart pounded.

“N-no—”

But he didn’t listen. He closed the distance, capturing my lips in a deep, heated kiss.

His warm tongue slipped past my lips, teasing, exploring. The moment his mouth claimed mine, a fire ignited inside me, heat spreading through every inch of my body.

A sharp hiss broke the moment.

“s**t—” he winced, glancing at his bandaged arm. Was he actually in pain, or just being dramatic? His expression softened into a look of pure need, those puppy-dog eyes locking onto mine.

“Baby… why don’t you get on top for me?”

“…Huh?!” My heart nearly stopped.

“Please?” He pouted. “My arm really hurts. Do it for me?”

That look again. Damn it. I could never say no when he looked at me like that.

“I—fine,” I muttered, feeling my face heat up.

Slowly, we switched positions. I straddled him, settling onto his lap as he leaned back against the couch. I had never done anything like this before, but… part of me wanted to. Part of me wanted to win—against Sharon, against every other girl he’d ever touched. If she could be sexy, so could I.

Determined, I let my hands glide over his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips. His breath hitched. I smirked.

Leaning in, I kissed him—slow, deep, and deliberate—until a low groan rumbled in his throat.

I could feel something hard pressing against me, rubbing right where I was most sensitive. The friction sent a shiver down my spine, making my breath hitch.

Heat pooled between my thighs, and before I even realized it, my panties were already damp—soaked with need.

“Move over my face,” he said. He believed that the spicy butter was at its peak. I blushed at the order but obeyed with hesitation.

I slipped off the soaked panties, leaving only the honey pot, which was both empty and dripping with honey.

He lay flat on his back as I slowly moved the honey pot to straddle his face. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place so I couldn’t escape. His tongue flicked out, licking the honey pot and sucking eagerly until I twisted with pleasure.

“Ahh—” My legs trembled. It felt so good. His tongue moved even faster.

“Thomas—stop! I can’t take it anymore!” I pleaded, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he licked even more intensely before sucking one last time.

He swallowed every drop into his mouth, not letting a single drop escape, drinking it like sweet nectar.

“Mmm,” he groaned in a low, satisfied voice.

“You’re so sweet,” he said as he supported my limp body. He sat up before pushing me over his body.

I rubbed the honey pot against his firm, hard, slowly pushing the tip in little by little.

“Ahhh,” I moaned, our breaths heavy and intertwined. Our bodies were on fire as I pushed it all the way in.

“Ahhh, baby, that’s so good,” he gripped my hips and rocked them against him. I moved slowly, feeling the sensation of each movement pass through me like static electricity.

Once I adjusted, I started moving faster. Thomas’s hot breath was on my neck. He was breathing shallowly and quickly, kissing my neck.

“Ah—ah—ah—- Thomas,” I couldn’t control my moans and let them out, making him even more pleased.

“I——Ah——-,” he moaned before slamming into me hard, letting it all out inside me.

“I will breed you, babe. This is just the first round.”