Deceit (Gallows Hill #1)

40. Chapter Thirty Nine

Chapter Thirty Nine

Liam

I rub at my sore bicep. Fuck. It’s been three days and I swear to god the bruise from Vincent’s fist is only getting worse. I was just as surprised as he was when I woke up to find that the person cuddling me was not my girlfriend, but one of the most intimidating men on campus. Griggs didn’t even think twice, his eyelids fluttered open, looked at my face and bam, right to the arm. I’m glad Asher was there to pull him off me because he was going for my face next, and god knows I can’t risk any damage to my money maker.

I’m making my way through the courtyard with some guys that I consider acquaintances. They are guys that started hanging around me when we all started at Gallows Hill University. Suckling at the power teat, I suppose. No one really cared about who was a Legacy and who was just a child of a member in high school and younger but here? Everything changed. A new food chain was built. The only thing that has stayed the same, is Asher still rules above all. Putnam’s wouldn’t allow it to be any other way.

One of the guys is going on and on about his new watch, that none of us give a shit about, before my eyes catch a glimpse of her. Her hair moves in the breeze, an olive green cardigan draped over her shoulders, complimented by a pair of leggings that look especially delicious on her. I find myself veering in her direction before I can help myself, the group of guys mindlessly following after me.

I pause, frowning at them before shaking my head.

“I’ll see you around,” I say dismissively.

Thankfully they all get the hint, as they scatter like roaches in the next moment. Casually, I look around to see if anyone is watching me and to my eye, I don’t think so.

I make my way towards her, my eyes scanning the rooms she’s obliviously passing before one catches my eye.

Perfect.

Picking up my pace a little, I have to jog to reach her in time, but she still doesn’t hear me coming. My left hand reaches for the door of an empty lecture hall while my right goes to her hip. Before she can think or even speak, I’m pushing her inside and shutting the door behind us. She stumbles a few steps and when she rights herself. She looks ready to fight, until she sees that it’s me.

“Liam! You scared the shit out of me,” she breathes out raggedly.

“Sorry,” I smile, as I move from the door to her. “I saw an opportunity and had to take it.”

“Yeah, well, I thought you were the stalker or something!”

“I said I was sorry,” I say as I close the distance between us, my hands on her hips and my neck bending down to begin kissing her neck. She arches into my touch, extending her neck a little more as she huffs.

“Well, it’s fine I guess. As long as you keep doing that.”

I smile against the curve of her collarbone before nodding, wordlessly obeying her every wish. My tongue draws lazy circles across her chest, moving down further and further until I’m stopped by her shirt. Pulling the neckline of her tank top down to rest beneath her breasts. I pull them out of her bra, groaning at the sight before me.

My cock hardens instantly. Fuck, I need her so goddamn bad.

“Lay down, babygirl,” I say, as I gesture towards the long skinny table before us.

She doesn’t hesitate, pulling away from me and laying on her back with her feet planted on the table and knees bent. I grin as I run my hands up and down her body, before coming back to her breasts. One hand begins rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, as I pull out my cock with the other.

“Open up, babygirl. I need that sweet little mouth.”

“What about the door?” she asks anxiously, casting a glance at the door with no lock.

I shake my head. “No one ever uses this room. We’re good.”

She looks hesitant but nods regardless, popping her mouth open as I rest the tip of my cock on her lips. Her tongue flicks out first, swirling around the head before she sucks it deeper into her mouth. My head tips back with pleasure as she takes me deeper and deeper until she gags, forcing my cock to jerk with pleasure.

Her tongue begins making this S-like pattern on the underside of my cock with every bob of her head. It sends a tingling sensation straight to my balls, and I find myself fucking her face more than she’s sucking my dick.

“Touch yourself,” I grit out. “Play with that pretty pussy, just how you like it.”

I watch as Skyla hooks her fingers into her leggings, pulling her underwear down with them, revealing her porcelain smooth skin and perfect little pussy.

Her fingers don’t hesitate, clearly knowing exactly what she’s doing and needing. They start with soft circles around her clit, picking up speed the harder I fuck her face.

“Dip a finger inside. Not too deep. I want to taste you,” I groan as my fist winds around a handful of her hair, using it for better leverage.

She does as I say, slipping her middle finger inside just an inch or so. She does a swirling motion, pulling out the glistening finger and offering it up to me. Like the fine delicacy she is, I wrap my mouth around her in an instant, moaning at the taste that has me so fucking addicted.

When I release her finger, I grit my teeth as I attempt to control my orgasm.

“Rub that clit, babygirl. Make yourself come all over this table.”

Her eyes squint closed and she nods before her hand begins rapidly rubbing herself. She’s whimpering around my cock, her body practically vibrating with anticipation as the door opens.

I don’t stop fucking her mouth, mainly because I don’t know how to, but she sure as hell stops rubbing herself. As if her not playing with her pussy would make this situation look better for anyone.

My eyes connect with a familiar pair of brown ones and relief settles in me that it’s no one who would expose our secret. However, now a new thrill runs through me. We’ve got a voyeur.

I say that because he is halfway in the door, eyebrows to his hairline, mouth parted in shock as he takes in the sight before him. I mean, it’s a pretty fucking beautiful sight. Skyla is spread out on the table, tits out, mouth stuffed with cock and her bare legs spread, giving him a perfect view of that pussy that his eyes have been glued to for several seconds now.

“Joining us, brother?” I tease, though that thrill amplifies in me at the idea.

Fuck. That would be so goddamn hot to share her with Asher. Say what you want, but I love sharing my woman. Something about seeing her completely satisfied, doted on and adored like she deserves with a whole lot of orgasms all around makes for a good ass time.

He doesn’t say anything but to my surprise he shuts the door behind him, pushing a chair in front of the handle to stop anyone else from coming in. When he’s done he remains in place, just watching. I can see from here his chest is rising and falling quickly, but he doesn’t say anything, and he hardly moves a muscle.

“This okay with you, babygirl?” I ask as I cup her jaw, slowing down my thrusts for a moment.

Her eyes connect with Asher’s, probably giving him one sexy as hell view. Those pretty green eyes on him, mouth stretched open with a cock inside. Goddamn, I might come from looking at her myself.

Slowly, her gaze comes back to mine and she nods softly. I’m surprised by her answer if I’m honest. Until a few days ago, they could hardly stand to be in the same room as each other. Not sure what happened for this flip in dynamics, but hey, I’m not going to turn down a hot threesome with my best friend and my girlfriend.

Asher’s eyes remain solely on her as he takes several steps towards her. I’m not even sure if he realizes he’s moving towards us or not. He seems entranced, in a daze until he stops just near her thighs. Skyla wiggles her pussy in anticipation and Asher’s eyes fly down to it, desire practically drowning his features as he stares at her.

Her clit is so pink and swollen, pussy practically soaking the table beneath her as she whimpers and groans.

“You want to be touched, babygirl?” I ask, as that tingling in the base of my spine begins, my balls tightening as she nods her head.

“You want Asher to touch you?” I ask again, everyone in the room needing her full consent before we cross any boundaries.

She doesn’t nod immediately this time, first her head swiveling back and forth between Asher and I several times before she nods at Asher. My cock pulses in her mouth at that, and I feel a bead of pre-cum drop hit her tongue.

Asher exhales a slow heavy breath before his hands come away from his sides, each gripping Skyla’s hips tightly. So tight, his knuckles begin to turn white. His entire body is vibrating as he slowly lowers his face down to her pussy. I can hear him slightly inhale, as if he were savoring the scent of her before he blows on her clit once.

Somehow, that small move of touching her but not is enough to send us both over the edge. Skyla’s mouth tightens around me, her back bowing off the table as she moans and screams her release around my cock. I can’t stop myself as my cum practically shoots into the back of her throat. She swallows every drop like a good girl, her tongue tracing around me from top to bottom to make sure she hasn’t missed a bit of it before those pouty lips release me.

Leaning down I steal a kiss from her, my tongue tangling with hers as I do. I’ve never minded the taste of myself on someone. I actually really enjoy giving head, and the taste just doesn’t bother me like it bothers some. I find it fucking hot actually, when you can taste yourself on your partners lips or their body. Like proof that you were there. Fuck. My cock is already getting hard again.

My eyes pull away from my babygirl to see Asher still in the same position. His hands grip Skyla’s hips mercilessly, eyes on her pussy like he’s trying to figure out if he should run like hell or devour her whole. The devious part of me is practically fucking feral for him to devour her whole. I’m ready to shove his head between her legs myself, because I know once he has a single taste of her he’ll be a goner like the rest of us.

In the next moment his gaze snaps to hers, what looks like regret filling his eyes as he releases her and pulls away. He crosses the room, kicking the chair out of the way before practically ripping the door off its hinges on his way out.

I frown as he goes, turning back to Skyla who is wearing a matching frown. Determination to not let him ruin this for us, I smile down at her. brushing some hair away from her face as I help her sit up.

“You did so good, babygirl. I’m so proud of you.”

She smiles softly at me, as I begin putting her back together. I tuck her breasts back into her bra, pulling her shirt up before dropping to my knees. I steal a quick kiss to her pussy that makes her giggle before pulling her panties and leggings up.

She’s laughing lightly as I cup her jaw.

“I love you, Liam,” she says with a shake of her head, her eyes widening as she does.

My heart beats out of rhythm, what I can only describe as butterflies rushing through me, as my entire body begins to thrum.

“You do?” I ask, doing my best to keep the overeagerness out of my voice.

“Oh, I. Uh. I…I do,” she says, tripping over her words before saying that last part hesitantly.

If I wasn’t so fucking happy right now, I might fuck with her, tease her a little bit but I just can’t. Smashing my lips against hers, I hold her against me for several seconds before pulling her away smiling down at her as I do.

“I love you too, babygirl.”

“Really?” she asks with a relieved smile.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

We grin at each other, pressing our lips together once more before I help her off the table. There is a little wet spot beneath her and it makes me proud as fuck. We make our way out of the room casually, when we run right into Vincent.

His face is stoic but when his eyes roam Skyla from head to toe, something like annoyance flickers across them. I can tell that out of everyone, he will have the hardest time sharing her. He seems very much like the obsessive ‘I don’t share with anyone’ type. Lucky that our girl can practically convince a fish to tap dance with just a quick smile.

“Looks like your escort is here, Miss Parris. It has been an absolute pleasure,” I say with a dramatic bow.

She laughs and rolls her eyes, nodding at me the way a royal would.

“Good day, Mr. Walcott.”

Vincent grunts as they walk past me, though I think that’s the equivalent of a ‘hey’ for him, so I’ll take it. I head towards my last class of the day when I see Asher on the phone. He’s talking quietly, before he gives a solemn nod and hangs up. His eyes meet mine and he walks towards me. We have the next class together, so we begin walking in silence.

When I realize he isn’t going to bring it up, I decide to rip the band aid off.

“That shit was hot, huh?”

“What shit?” Asher asks robotically, keeping his eyes forward as he does.

“You know, the sight of her pussy glistening, clit swollen begging to be touched, pretty pink nipples so hard they could cut diamonds. Ring a bell?”

His jaw tenses in response, but that’s all I get out of him. We take a left and are almost to class when I stop him in his path with a fist to his chest. He looks down at it before meeting my eyes.

“All I’m trying to say is that, I know you’re catching feelings for her and it’s okay. We’re great at sharing in case you can’t tell. If anyone is going to fall for her, I’d want it to be her soon to be husband. She deserves the best of everything in life, and when you’re not being an entitled prick that includes you too, man.”

He doesn’t respond and I don’t expect him to. Asher will overthink and overanalyze every second of this conversation until he’s near a mental breakdown. Then, and only then, will he make a decision about choosing to admit his developing feelings for Skyla, or ignore them all together.

Tune in next week, for another exciting episode of Asher Putnam and his emotional constipation!