Untamed Passion

My eyes drop to those perfect hard nipples of hers, and when I meet her eyes again, I can tell she’s noticed. Her smile isn’t quite so shy anymore, and there’s an unmistakable hunger in her eyes. I can hear the sweet sounds of her cumming in my ear, echoes from the moment we’d shared, and the need to lay her on the beach and bury my cock deep inside her is so overwhelming I feel paralyzed.

“I see you’re still fighting your feelings, Liam,” she finally says when I make no move to touch her.

“I thought we agreed that everything needed to go back to normal,” I say.

“No, that’s what you said. I said I wanted you to be my first everything.”

She steps closer so her body is almost pressed against mine.

“You said you’d be a good girl,” I remind her.

“I am a good girl, Liam. You good girl, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to do a thousand wicked, naughty things to me. You’d be shocked if you knew all the things I imagine you doing to my little virgin body.” She stops and licks her bottom lip, and I’m so mesmerized by the sight of her tongue darting out that I forget to breathe. “I’ve gotten a lot of use out of your sweatshirt, by the way,” she says with a sexy little smirk. “I fuck myself in it every night before I go to bed.”

And with that, she turns and jogs off, giving me a mouthwatering view of her ass as she bounces off, leaving her words ringing in my ears. She fucks herself every night while wearing my shirt? Holy Fuck! I’m in way over my head, and I know it. I also know that I want to know exactly what she imagines me doing to her.

With a deeply frustrated groan, I turn and follow her, adjusting myself as I go in a useless attempt at hiding how hard my cock is right now. When we get back to the house, I join Jerry at the grill, and when we bring the food to the table, I notice that Sloane is wearing my sweatshirt over her bikini. She gives me a wink when her parents aren’t looking, and I do my best to completely ignore her, but it’s impossible, and we both know it.

I concentrate on my food, refusing to look up and meet her eyes. When I feel her foot sliding up my thigh, I choke on the bite I just took and spend several seconds coughing.

“Are you okay, Liam,” Sloane asks innocently.

“Yeah, just swallowed something wrong,” I say, taking a drink of water.

Reaching down, I try to push her foot off me, but she’s a lot stronger than she looks, and there’s no way to forcibly remove her from me without making it obvious to her parents. I shoot her a warning look, but her only response is to give me a look of feigned innocence.

I bite back a groan when she runs her foot along my hard cock and grips my glass so hard I’m afraid it might shatter.

“Mom, Dad,” Sloane says, and I have to marvel at how her voice sounds completely normal even though she’s at that very moment doing her damnedest to give me a foot job. “I was thinking about taking the rowboat out tomorrow.”

Her mom immediately says, “Oh, honey, I don’t want you going out there all by yourself,” and judging by the grin tugging at Sloane’s mouth, she knew that was exactly what her mom would say.

As if I needed further proof of this little scheme, Sara turned to me and said, “Maybe you could go with her, Liam.”

Sloane rubs her foot over me again, and at that moment, I promise myself that at some point shortly, I’m going to bend Sloane over my knee and spank that perfect ass of hers.

Before I can answer, Jerry cuts in and says, “Yeah, that’s a great idea. I’d go but my rowboating days are over.” He pats the substantial belly he’d let develop over the years and laughs.

“If you’d let me whip your ass back into shape, then you’d still be able to handle a damn rowboat, Jerry.”

He only laughs and grabs another burger.

“Not all of us can remain so ripped, Liam. I blame it on bad genes.”

“I blame it on laziness and a love of fried foods,” I counter, but he only laughs harder.

Sloane’s insistent foot brings my attention back to her. “So,” she asks with a grin, “are you gonna take me for a ride tomorrow?”

She starts doing some crazy ass thing with her toes where it feels like she’s massaging my cock, and I’m about to bust a nut in my pants like some fucking teenager, so all I can manage is a quick nod and a simple “Looks like I am.”

The grin she shoots me makes me want to fuck and spank her, and I smile back, knowing I’ll soon be doing both.