Strings and Schemes

Chapter 12

He pulls me off suddenly, his chest heaving, eyes dark with something unreadable. He's close, but he doesn't want to finish like this.

"Get on my lap," he orders, voice thick with lust.

I obey without hesitation, straddling him again as he reaches for a condom from his pocket. I take it from him, tearing it open with my teeth, rolling it onto him with practiced ease.

Louis grips my hips and positions me over him, his cock teasing at my entrance. He doesn't move right away, just holds me there, letting the anticipation build.

"Tell me what you need," he whispers, his breath hot against my neck.

I bite my lip, the desperation clawing at me. "I need you to fuck me, Louis."

That's all he needs.

He thrusts up into me in one swift motion, stretching me open, filling me completely. I gasp, nails raking down his chest. He groans, head falling back.

"Fuck," he breathes. "So goddamn tight."

I don't give him a chance to adjust. I start riding him hard and fast, chasing the high I so desperately need. He meets me thrust for thrust, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements.

I can't think. I don't want to think.

Louis leans in, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as he fucks up into me. His grip on my waist tightens, and suddenly, he's flipping us, pressing me down onto the seat beneath him.

"You like being bossed around, don't you?" he taunts, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand.

I arch against him, gasping as he thrusts deeper. "Just shut up and make me come."

He smirks. "As you wish."

He moves faster, his pace relentless. His free hand snakes between us, fingers finding my clit, circling it with the perfect pressure. My body tightens, my release barreling toward me like a freight train.

"Come for me, Raina," he growls against my lips. "Come all over my cock."

That's all it takes. My orgasm rips through me, pleasure crashing over me in waves. I cry out, body trembling beneath him. He follows seconds later, groaning into my neck as he spills into the condom, his body shaking with the force of it.

We lay there for a moment, tangled together, breathing hard.

Eventually, Louis rolls off me, discarding the condom and reaching for the champagne bottle again. He takes a long swig before handing it to me.

I drink, my head still spinning.

"Feel better?" he asks, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

I sigh, resting my head against the seat. "No. But at least I feel something."

Louis hums, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "That's a start, love."

As we step out of the limo, slightly disheveled but entirely unbothered, the night air feels electric. There's an undeniable shift in the atmosphere—one that I don't fully register until I lock eyes with Liam across the garden.

His expression is unreadable at first, but as he takes in Louis' rumpled shirt, my slightly askew blouse, and the way we casually pass the champagne bottle back and forth, realization dawns.

Oh, fuck.

His jaw tightens, fists clenching at his sides as he marches straight toward us. I can practically feel the rage rolling off of him in waves.