Page 49 of Don't Date Your Nemesis

I tried to grab it from him, but he brought the damp fabric to his face.

And inhaled deeply.

“Liam!” I sputtered, face burning. “W-what are you doing?”

“I don’t fucking know,” he groaned, eyes closing as if he was in pain.

And then he dropped to his knees.

My breath hitched in my throat as his hands settled on my hips, his mouth inches from where I was still throbbing and weeping. He looked up at me with those devastating gray eyes, and I froze.

I stopped him when he tried to nuzzle his face between my thighs. My hands were curled in his golden, damp hair, my voice breathy and sultry, “Liam, we need to… w-what would others think⁠—”

“Do I look like I care what others think when I have your glorious, sweet pussy in front of me?” He asked, his voice rough and desperate. “The only thing I care about is eating you out until you’re screaming my name. So let me. Please.”

I had never heard him say please like that. Like he was begging. Like he needed this as much as I did. Like he was starving for it.

I swallowed hard, every rational thought evaporating, and nodded.

It was enough.

Liam

As soon as I got her consent, I didn’t waste time. My mouth crashed against hers, my tongue diving between her slick folds like a starving man. Her head fell back against the door with a thud that should have concerned me, but didn’t, because she tasted like the most addictive nectar on earth, and I was so fucking addicted.

My tongue traced every inch of her, licking and sucking. I memorized what made her gasp, what made her shudder, and what made her fingers tighten in my hair until my scalp stung.

I slid one hand up her thigh, lifting it over my shoulder to open her up completely, giving me unfettered access to the most intoxicating thing I had ever tasted. Her pussy was glistening, dripping, and all for me. The realization sent a jolt of possessive lust straight to my cock, making it pulse so hard it was actually painful.

“Liam… oh, fuck!”

I groaned against her, the vibration of my voice making her clit twitch against my tongue. I felt her whole body shudder. My hands gripped the plushness of her ass, pulling her flush against my mouth, holding her exactly where I wanted her.

She was mine. Right now, in this moment, she was fucking mine.

This was insane. We were at a pool party. There were people outside. Olympic athletes and influencers, and cameras everywhere. They would lose their shit if they knew Liam James, the golden boy of swimming, was on his knees for Deepika Sharma, the woman I’d spent years pretending to despise.

And I didn’t give a single fuck.

Not when she tasted this good, and especially not when every whimper, every sound, every trembling breath she took went straight to my cock, making me throb for her.

Fuck, I was hard as a rock, my swim trunks straining against the desperate pulse of my erection. I couldn’t take it anymore. With one hand, I freed myself, my cock snapping out of the waistband with a heavy thud and wrapped her soaked bikini bottoms around my length. The wet fabric slid over my cock, the slickness of her arousal coating me, and I groaned into her cunt, my hips jerking involuntarily.

I started to pump my fist, the friction of her panties against my shaft creating an obscene, squelching sound. I kept fucking my hand. The wet noises mixing with the sloppy sounds of my mouth on her.

Her hands found my hair, and she gripped it hard, holding me exactly where she needed me. I doubled my efforts, my tongue flicking over her clit before sucking it deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue in frantic, wet circles.

“You taste so fucking good,” I muttered against her, barely pulling back long enough to speak. “I could do this all fucking day.”

She whimpered, and it was a broken, needy sound that nearly undid me. I could feel her internal muscles jumping, the tremors traveling through her thighs and into my hands.

I flicked my tongue over her clit again, harder, faster, until she came apart. Her legs shook, her hands yanked at my hair, and she let out a muffled scream. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I kept licking and sucking, drawing out every wave of her orgasm while I hammered my fist against my own length. My release was coiling tighter and tighter in my gut, a white-hot pressure at the base of my spine.

I pumped my fist faster, her wet bikini bottoms rubbing my head raw in the best possible way. My balls drew up, my vision blurring as pleasure crashed over me. With a guttural groan, I came, my seed shooting out in hot, thick ropes that soaked into her bikini bottoms, mixing with her own juices and ruining the fabric completely. I panted against her thigh, my breath ragged, my body wrecked and trembling.

The smell of our sex filled the small room, thick and heady.

When I finally pulled back, my lips swollen, my chin glistening with her heat, I looked up at her. Her eyes were unfocused, her chest heaving, her lips parted in a way that made my cock twitch all over again.