Page 94 of Seeking Stars
She did. She saw her open blouse hanging loose, her bra twisted, her breasts wobbling back and forth with the force of him. He seemed to have gotten caught on that as well, for one hand reached to knead a breast, pinch a nipple.
"I have to… we have to…" she tried.
She didn't know what she had meant to say, or what he understood from it, but he left her chest and leaned forward, guiding his fingers to her clit. He rubbed on it as he continued his powerful thrusts.
It didn't take long for her to climax— hard— the waves of pleasure matching the intensity of their fucking. Her arms buckled, a leg twitched.
"Ana—" he spilled himself in her, both hands keeping her in place by the hips.
Time suspended, they both recovered slowly, their rapid breathing filling the small room. She was the first to hold back a laugh and he echoed her, chuckling.
He pulled back and they cleaned up, quickly fixing their clothes.
"Can't wait to do this again with you," Liam said. "Somewhere else."
"It was so hot," she admitted, checking her reflection for signs of their tryst. "How long have we been away? Do you think anyone noticed?"
He grinned. "That's half the fun!"
They came out of the bathroom, hand in hand and giggly.
"So do I have to expect quickies everytime we attend a party together?"
"Only if you enjoyed it as much as it seemed—"
As they approached the bedroom door, they startled as it opened and Maggie appeared behind it.
The mirth Liam and Ana shared died in an instant. They all stood still upon seeing each other, Maggie's eyes jumping between the two of them, mouth slack. Her eyes studied the bed, still spotless, then the bathroom.
"It's not what you think," Ana said, aiming for damage control.
"It's exactly what you think," Liam said next to her. Ana slapped his arm. He laughed. "What, like she will believe you!"
"I… don't know what to say," Maggie said.
"Don't say anything… to anybody… please?" Ana asked.
"Of course I won't but— I— I don't think I can use this bathroom now," she said with a chuckle and a shake of her head, turning away and walking out of the bedroom.
***
Ana's notifications multiplied exponentially by the time they were ready to say goodbye to Christina. When she glanced at the varied icons and dots and numbers as she plugged her phone on her bedside table, they had reached numbers she had never seen without posting something herself.
"I think some people posted their pictures and tagged me," she said, leaving her cell face down on the flat surface. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
He shrugged as he unbuttoned his shirt. "This is normal for me. It's either something like this in San Luis Obispo, or away while filming, or at snobby industry parties. I have all notifications off, all the time, if you want to do that too."
"I think I might."
"How do you feel?"
She undressed to her underwear.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to feel."
"You're not supposed to feel any one way. What do you actually feel?"
He discarded his shirt and got rid of his pants, just as she put on her pajama bottoms.
