His Girlfriend Doesn't Know - Bonus Scene: The First Time Liam Dropped to His Knees

He was breathing like he couldn’t get enough air.

I’d just pulled off his cock, spit and precum dripping down my chin, and his whole body was tense—his thighs flexed, his abs tight, his hand still gripping my hair like he didn’t even realize.

“You wanna fuck me?” I whispered.

He stared at me like I’d slapped him. Like the words hit somewhere deep.

And then—something shifted.

He sat up. Grabbed my face with both hands. Pulled me into a kiss so rough and messy it made me dizzy.

When he pulled back, his voice was wrecked. “Lie down.”

“What?”

“Lie down,” he said again, eyes dark. “I wanna try something.”

I blinked, confused, but did it. Slid back onto the mattress. My cock was still rock hard, slick and throbbing against my stomach. I watched him crawl between my legs.

“Liam—”

“Shut up,” he muttered. “Just… let me.”

And then he bent down.

His mouth was on me before I could even react. Wet and hot and unsure. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, but god, that made it even better.

“Holy shit,” I groaned, hips jerking.

He pulled off, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. “Too much?”

“No,” I breathed. “Just didn’t expect that.”

He looked like he hated how turned on he was. Like he couldn’t believe he was doing this. But then—his tongue flicked out, tentative, licking a drop of precum from my tip. He made this low, guttural noise in his throat. Like he liked it.

“Liam,” I gasped.

He wrapped his lips around the head again, slower this time. Took more. His jaw flexed, throat working. One hand held my hip down, the other gripped the base of my cock like he was trying to keep control.

And fuck—it felt good. Too good. Way better than it should’ve.

“God, bro,” I moaned, eyes rolling back. “You’re really doing it, huh?”

He popped off with a wet sound. Glared up at me. “Don’t talk.”

I smirked, breathless. “You like it?”

“I don’t know,” he muttered, going back down. “I think so.”

And holy shit, that made me twitch in his mouth.

He gagged a little. Pulled off. Wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then tried again. Slower. More careful. Like he wanted to prove he could do it.

It wasn’t perfect—but it was raw and messy and fucking hot.

Liam. My best friend. Paige’s boyfriend. On his knees, mouth full of my dick.

I couldn’t hold back. I started to thrust just a little, fucking into his mouth. He groaned around me, and that was it.

I warned him. “Liam, I’m gonna—fuck—”

He didn’t move.

I came.

Hard.

Right down his throat.

And he took it.

Every drop.

When he finally pulled off, coughing a little, I sat up fast, stunned.

“You okay?”

He nodded slowly, eyes wild. “Yeah.”

“You swallowed,” I whispered, still in shock.

He wiped his mouth again. “Don’t tell anyone.”

I stared at him. “You serious?”

He looked up at me from between my legs, hair messy, lips red, breathing hard. “Don’t tell Paige.”


And then he stood up and said, "Now, let's fuck you".