Liar | Freddie Mercury

Chapter Thirty Three

Hello :) Here is another baby chapter. I will write a nice long one this weekend <3 Happy almost Friday!

He lay beside me silently as we looked at one another. He was on top of the sheets, completely naked while I had pulled them over myself, trying to hide my body like he hadn't just seen every detail of it. "Was it okay?" I asked softly, suddenly feeling ashamed of what had just happened.

I felt overwhelmed, not sure what to do with myself. For the first time, we were all alone for an entire night. I'd gotten used to one of us leaving right after anything happened between us.

He laughed slightly, not an ounce of shame or embarrassment behind his eyes, "It was intense," he said. "I'm not used to having to be careful. It's hard to hold back."

His hand lay flat against his stomach as he stared up at the ceiling. "I came close to just destroying you," he said casually. But my mind began to drift.

"Were you ever careful with Pasha?" I asked before I could even stop myself.

He paused, a frown settling between his eyebrows as he looked toward me. "You really want to talk about me and Pasha fucking?" he didn't seem too pleased.

I stayed quiet for a second. I didn't know what you were supposed to talk about after sex. "I guess, yeah," I said, mimicking his frown. I wanted to know what he did with her.

He thought for a moment, but I could tell he didn't want to talk about it. "Well, no. I wasn't careful with her. She wasn't a virgin," he said.

"Did you like it with her?" The mood changed when I asked that question. He was getting annoyed.

"Why are you asking me about her?"

I bit down on my lip, suddenly regretting my decision. My intentions weren't to make him uncomfortable. Part of me just wanted to know what he was like with other girls. Did he look at them the same way? Did he tell them how hot they were in bed?

I swallowed, feeling my heart beating in my throat. "I just want to know what kinds of things she did with you. I wanna know what you like so I can do it too," I said quietly.

His eyes stayed on me for a second, his frown disappearing entirely. He moved closer, surprising me when he hooked his hand around my body and pulled me closer.

"I like many things that have nothing to do with Pasha. For starters, I think you're extremely hot, and I like the sounds you make," he began and slowly pulled the covers from my body, revealing the goosebumps that had already formed on my skin. "I like how your entire body shakes when you're horny, and I like that you're too shy to tell me how good it feels, but I can see it on your face. I fucking love that you get so into it that I hardly have to try to make you cum."

He looked down at my body, his eyes slowly dragging across my breasts toward my hips. I didn't know what to say. I tried to pull the duvet over myself, but he stopped me with his hand. "Is there anything else you want to know?" he eyed me.

There were many things I wanted to know, but my mind went blank. All I could think about were the things he'd just said to me. I shook my head, trying to get my thoughts together.

"Um," I mumbled. "Do you like it with me?"

He lowered his eyes at me and reached for me again, pulling my body against his. "Of course I do. Did I not make it obvious enough?"

I shrugged, "No. I guess I just feel self-conscious. You're so experienced and so good at it. I feel like I hardly have anything to offer you, especially if Pasha was better at it."