The night air was cool and smelled of pine trees and wet ground, completely at odds with what had just happened between them.
Tasha's gaze was drawn to the thick, pulsing vein that tracked the underside of his shaft, its head glistening with a clear, pre-cum slick that caught the faint moonlight.
She couldn't help but to think about that smell again, earthy, musky, and somehow utterly intoxicating, that was purely him.
Lowering herself, she flattened her body forward, bending at the waist and knees until she was on all fours, adopting the submissive posture of a dog, and began.
Her tongue was rough against the skin, swirling around the smooth, prominent ridge of his head before she enveloped him in the moist, warmth of her mouth.
She started licking like a dog before sucking it all into her mouth.
The contrast of his heat against the cold night air made her throat tighten with sudden, unexpected hunger. Her lips sealed tight around the base, creating a vacuum that pulled him deeper with every rhythmic up-and-down motion.
"Ugh!" Liam jolted, a deep, guttural sound escaping him as he pushed his hips forward, pushing himself to the full inch length of her throat.
The pleasure was so intense his knees actually buckled slightly beneath him.
"That's a good girl," Liam said, his voice cracking from the raw, desperate pleasure.
Liam reached out, his hand instinctively seeking an anchor against the violent tremors shaking his body.
He settled his palm on the crown of her head, his fingers immediately lacing into the cool silk of her hair.
Tasha felt the grip and the possessive claim in his hand.
Instead of stopping, it ignited a new, scorching motivation deep in her gut. She pushed harder, faster, using her throat muscles and the back of her jaw to milk him, working like she was trying to suck his very soul out of his body.
"I'm going to cum, Tasha," Liam rasped out, the warning barely a breath.
His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head forward and down, dragging her closer into his dick, forcing her to take the entire, swollen length of him in one final, brutal act of dominance.
Tasha felt the whole of Liam ramming the back of her throat so fast and deep that her eyes immediately welled up, a sharp, momentary pain of suffocation and fullness.
There was no time to process the sudden, blinding flash of liquid that immediately flooded her mouth, a hot, thick, musky discharge.
Liam shot his hot cum into her throat, the sheer volume forcing her to gag and swallow just before he pulled his dick out of her mouth.
She took everything in like a prime sex worker.
She coughed hard, bracing against the concrete. The fit dragged on. She wiped her mouth with a shaking hand. Heat pooled low in her gut, part shame, part want. Swallowing felt familiar. But the taste ran even sweeter. The thought startled her. She liked the change.
"Are you okay?" Liam asked, losing all the cold voice he had before, now with a caring and concerning tone.
"I'm fine," Tasha said as she stood up, finally walking towards where she had pulled her clothes earlier.
'Did I go too far with that last part?' Liam thought to himself as he walked behind Tasha. 'Nah! She deserved it.'
Tasha picked up her clothes from the ground , a pair of black leather shorts and her red mesh crop top with her short skirt that she'd been wearing all night.
She pulled them on quickly, her movements sharp and deliberate, before finally putting on her olive-green bomber jacket and zipping it all the way up.
"Alright, let's go back," Liam said, facing the direction of the party and clearly looking away while Tasha finished dressing.
No response.
As Liam was turning back to see why she didn't answer, she walked right past him without even saying a word. Her face was blank, unreadable.
'Okay, she's pissed,' Liam thought to himself before jogging forward to catch up with Tasha.
The walk back to the party was silent and short. Tasha kept her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets, walking fast enough that Liam had to keep pace deliberately. The tension between them was thick, but neither one said anything. Within a couple minutes, they could hear the bass thumping from the house, growing louder with each step.
The loud music hit them first, an aggressive electronic track that made the windows rattle.
They stepped through the side door and were immediately swallowed by the crowd. Bodies everywhere, people dancing, shouting over the music, red cups in hand.
The air was hot and smelled like sweat, cheap cologne, and spilled beer.
Liam caught Tasha's arm and pulled her toward a quieter spot near the kitchen entrance, away from the worst of the noise.
"Look, I just wanted to—" Liam started.
"Where have you guys been?" A voice cut through, high-pitched and teasing.
It was Kira who was holding a red cup with alcohol in it.
"Nowhere," Tasha answered immediately, her voice flat.
Kira just smiled wider before looking at Liam with a mischievous, almost demonic grin.
"We actually went on a walk together to sort out the beef between us," Liam said quickly, answering a little too nervously.
"Ohh! That's really nice. So you guys are cool now?" Kira asked, tilting her head like she didn't quite believe it.
"No."
"Yes."
They both spoke at the same time, their answers completely contradicting each other.
"So which should I believe, right?" Kira said, genuinely confused now, looking between them.
"She's just joking. We already made up," Liam insisted, keeping his tone steady. "She was almost in tears from my apology."
'She's scary,' Liam thought to himself, glancing at Tasha's cold expression.
Kira laughed and took another sip of her drink. "It's pretty hard to believe, knowing Tasha. She doesn't cry." She paused, then looked at Tasha with a knowing smirk. "I guess though, you're the first guy she's been this close with, so maybe it's true."
"Shut up, Kira," Tasha snapped. "Let's get out of here. I'm tired and I want to go home."
She grabbed Kira's arm and started dragging her toward the exit before she could say anything else that Tasha wouldn't be able to come back from.
"Wait, wait!" Kira protested, trying to pull back against Tasha's grip. "I have to let Kelvin know I'm leaving, or he'll think I ditched him."
"Liam will tell him for you," Tasha said, not letting go.
And just like that, they were gone, disappearing into the crowd and out the front door.
Liam stood there alone, watching them leave. He caught himself staring at both of them as they walked away.
'So, it's happening. I'm all alone at a party,' Liam thought to himself. He looked around at the chaos, people dancing, laughing, playing beer pong on a folding table in the corner. 'Maybe I can actually start partying.'
He started tapping the side of his thigh to the beat of the music, trying to get into it.
It lasted about thirty seconds.
'Nope. I can't do it. Where the fuck is Kelvin?' Liam thought, giving up immediately. He started scanning the room, looking for his friend among the sea of faces.
He couldn't find him at first. Then he heard it, a huge cheer coming from the backyard, loud enough to be heard over the music. Everyone near the back door was yelling and laughing.
Liam pushed through the crowd and stepped outside. That's when he saw him.
Kelvin was in the middle of a circle of people, completely wasted. His blonde hair was a mess, his shirt half-untucked, and he was holding an almost-empty bottle of liquor in one hand, waving it around like a trophy.
"Woo!! Woo! Woo!" Kelvin was yelling at the top of his lungs before letting out a loud, incoherent noise and nearly falling over.
"Why were you drinking, man?" Liam asked, walking over with a look of playful disappointment on his face. He didn't wait for a real answer. Instead, he just grabbed one of Kelvin's arms and threw it over his shoulder, starting to drag him away from the crowd.
"I couldn't let you have all the fun without joining!" Kelvin slurred cheerfully, leaning his full weight against Liam.
"You made the dumbest decision," Liam muttered, adjusting his grip. "Because who's going to drive now?"
"You!" Kelvin said, way too happy about it.
"You dumbass. I'm still drunk!" Liam groaned.
Kelvin just laughed, his head lolling against Liam's shoulder. Then suddenly, he perked up a bit, looking around with unfocused eyes.
"Wait... where's Kira?" Kelvin asked, his words slurring together.
"She left with Tasha. They went home," Liam said, practically dragging Kelvin through the side gate toward the front of the house.
"Oh... okay..." Kelvin mumbled, satisfied with that answer, and immediately went back to leaning heavily on Liam.
Liam half-carried, half-dragged him toward the driveway where Kelvin's car was parked. A sleek black Range Rover sat there, looking completely out of place among the beat-up sedans and old SUVs parked on the street.
'Great. Now I have to drive this thing while I can barely feel my face,' Liam thought, shaking his head.
He managed to get Kelvin to the passenger side and shoved him into the seat. Kelvin immediately slumped against the window, still mumbling something incoherent and grinning like an idiot.
Liam walked around to the driver's side, opened the door, and slid into the leather seat. The car still had that expensive car smell, leather and something clean. He took a breath, gripped the steering wheel, and started the engine. It rumbled to life, smooth and powerful.
"Don't throw up in here," Liam warned, glancing over at Kelvin.
"No promises," Kelvin mumbled, his eyes already half-closed.
Liam pulled out of the driveway slowly, carefully, hyper-aware of every movement. The streets were quiet, just a few other cars here and there. He kept both hands on the wheel and drove well under the speed limit, praying he didn't get pulled over.
Kelvin was snoring within five minutes.
Liam glanced over at him, then back at the road.
Despite everything, the mess with Tasha, the fact that he was driving high, Kelvin being a drunk idiot, he couldn't help but crack a small smile.
'What a night,' he thought.
The city lights blurred past as he drove them.