Liam

“You shouldn’t be here.” Cassie pulls the curtains shut as though sheexpects Keira to be waiting outside her bedroom.“You worry too much.” Flopping down onto her bed, I put my armbehind my head. Her room smells of Cassie—vanilla, fruity shower gel, andsomething uniquely her.“Why are you here? You know we need to meet somewhere else.”“Like where?”“Well, not here,” she whisper-hisses, worried her parents will hear us.I smile at her as she walks closer to the bed. “Why not here? It’s warm.You have a nice bed.”She points an accusing finger in the direction of the door. “Your car ison my fucking drive. Anyone could see it.”“So what? I’ve been here before. Look,” I push up onto my elbows, “noone cares, alright? People just aren’t that perceptive. If my car is here,they’ll assume Keira is, too.”“What if Keira comes here?” She crosses her arms and cocks her hip.“What if she decides to pop in unannounced?”“We’ll think of something.” I pull her close when she gets withinreaching distance, and she falls on top of me with a shriek. I roll us over,clamping my hand over her mouth. “Don’t pretend you don’t want mehere.”Whimpering softly, her legs fall open as I roll my hips. I first fuckedCassie over spring break. Keira was away with her mom at the time, and I’doffered to give Cassie a lift home after a party at my friend Nate’s. Wetalked and then she climbed onto my lap and rode me. Since then, we’vebeen a regular thing. Call me a douche, but I like the sneaking around.Cassie does too, even if she would never admit it.I yank her leather skirt up, hooking my fingers in her white, silk pantiesand moving them aside. Her back arches off the mattress as I tease her softcurls. While Keira waxes, Cassie prefers a landing strip. I like both. Pussyis pussy. As long as I can finger it, lick it, and fuck it, I’m happy.“Feels good, huh?”She nods beneath my palm, her eyes wide and glassy with lust.“Spread your legs, baby.”She spreads them wide like a good slut and pleads with her eyes. Fuckme, Liam.Unbuttoning my jeans one-handed, I shove the front down and palm mythrobbing cock. I’m aching with need as I rub the crown down the length ofher soaking slit.Just then, her phone lights up. Keira is phoning her. Cassie’s emeraldeyes widen at the same time I ram my cock inside her.“You’re a terrible fucking friend, aren’t you? Letting your best friend’sboyfriend fuck you raw.”Cassie moans. It always gets her hot when I point out what a dirty slutshe is. The bed creaks as I pound her into the mattress. I came here to getoff, nothing more. Keira expects me later. We have plans to go to themovies, which was her idea for once. Usually, it’s me who has to come upwith a plan and ask her to hang out.Sometimes I think that’s why I’m here, fucking her best friend. Keirajust doesn’t fucking care. She wouldn’t be bothered if I failed to phone herfor a week. And that smarts. My ego doesn’t like it one bit. But Cassie,Keira’s best friend, sure likes my cock. She’s writhing beneath me, herpussy pulsing. I don’t have to chase Cassie. She sends me nudes, messagesme at all hours, and records videos of herself finger-fucking her pussy. It’s alittle desperate, to be honest, but I guess I like the chase and being chased.She’s delusional if she thinks I’ll leave my girlfriend. In some weird,fucked-up way, I like Keira. She’s also good for my social status. Who elsecan claim they fuck the daughter of a notorious serial killer?Cassie comes, and her tight cunt strangles my dick, her loud, muffledmoans vibrating against my palm. I fuck her harder, chasing my ownorgasm. The phone lights up again, but it’s my own this time, tucked in myjeans pocket. And the ringtone is Keira’s. I come so fucking hard that I seestars while stuffing Cassie full of cum.