Untamed Passion

The smugness in his voice almost makes me keep my mouth shut, but I’m so fucking horny, and all I can think about is that big cock I felt beneath my foot and the way his finger had felt on my clit. I close my eyes and imagine what I’d like to do to Liam.

“I want to taste you. I want to feel that big cock of yours in my throat while you pull my hair, guiding me into the rhythm you want. When you cum, I want to suck every last drop down.” Reaching down I slide my hand into my panties, sighing at how sloppy wet I am.

“I’m fingering my pussy, Liam. I’m so fucking wet. I need you inside me, stretching me wide, fucking me harder and faster.”

My hand stills when I hear a deep groan from the other side of the door.

I yank my hand out of my panties and lean in even closer.

“Did you just fucking cum!”

The deep laugh I hear is answer enough, but he adds, “You bet your fucking perfect little ass I did. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“I can’t believe you were jerking off!”

“Honey,” his voice floats through the door to me, “I’ve had my cock in my hand since the moment I heard the doorknob jiggle. How could I not when you’re on the other side of this door begging me to fuck you?” I let my forehead bang against the door as I sighed heavily.

“Why won’t you?” I said, not even caring how pathetic it sounds.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Sloane, but I’ve come to enjoy teasing you.” He taps his finger against the door twice. “A lot.”

My heart jumps when I hear his words. He’s going to fuck me?

“But first,” he adds, “I want you to do something for me.”

I nod my head even though I know he can’t see me. I’d be willing to do just about anything at this point.

“Are you listening?”

“Mm-hmm,” I murmur, leaning my ear against the door, not wanting to miss a single word.

“I want you to go back to your room, and I want you to finger that sweet pussy of yours, and while you do, I want you thin you to and hard about what all you want from me.”

“Everything,” I immediately say, thinking we can just go ahead and skip right to the fucking part.

He laughs, and the sound of it sends a delicious shiver up my spine.

“Not good enough. I want you to think about it.”

“Are you not going to let me in tonight?” my voice no more than a sad little whisper.

“No. Now go and do your homework like a good girl. I’ll see you in the morning.”

His voice was getting further and further away, and I knew he was going back to his bed.

Accepting the fact that he was not going to let me in tonight, I slump back to my room and get under the covers, thinking about what he just said.

Never one to neglect my homework, I slide my hand back into my panties and cup my sopping wet pussy. As I slide a finger inside myself, I think about what Liam said. Several images float through my mind of things I’d like him to do to me. So many I don’t know which one to settle on. My finger speeds up as I think about him jerking off on the other side of that door, listening to me tell him what I want to do to him.

Sliding my fingers over my swollen clit, I think about him bending me over and pounding his thick cock into me. I snake my free hand under Liam’s sweatshirt and massage my tit, squeezing my nipple between my fingers. Pleasure starts to build, and I know it won’t take me long at all. All the images race through my mind, but my brain finally settles on our first kiss, remembering the way he’d touched me and looked at me, the taste of him, the feel of his rough hands on my ass, his hard cock beneath my pussy.

Moaning, I rub my clit faster and give in to the rush of pleasure, rolling my hips against my fingers. All I can think about is Liam. His presence is so vivid it’s like he’s right here with me. As I continue to ride the wave of pleasure, I think about how much I want to spend the rest of my life with him, and right as the highest point of my orgasm hits, I imagine his hand on my swollen belly, protective and possessive. His baby. Our baby.

Panting, I lay back, exhausted and shocked.

Why in the hell had I thought that? Is that what I wanted?

It only takes about two seconds for me to decide that it is exactly what I want, what I’ve always wanted but never allowed myself to hope for. I want Liam, and I want his baby.

I curl onto my side and fall asleep with those images running through my head. When the sun wakes me several hours later, Liam and my rounded belly are the first things I think of. I shove my blankets aside and rush through my shower. I need to get everything ready before Liam shows up for our rowboat ride.

I’ve just got everything loaded when Liam comes walking down to the shore. I sigh at the sight of him in red swim trunks with no shirt. How can one man look so fucking good? Every bit of him is tanned, hard muscle, and I want to grind my pussy over every fucking inch of him.

“Sleep well?” he asks with a grin.

“Of course,” I say, bending over to adjust one of the bags. I grin knowing he’s getting an eyeful of ass. Looking behind me, I ask, “You?”

Before he can answer, I see my mom and dad walking toward us, I hop up and jump into the rowboat, giving them an innocent smile when they stop by the boat.

“So where are you guys headed?” my dad asks.

Liam says, “Probably not far,” at the same time I say, “A ways.” My mom laughs. “We’ll I guess you guys will get it sorted out.” “There’s an island I want to try and explore,” I say.

“Oh, that thing?” He turns his attention to Liam. “She’s been going on about this little island she thinks is out there somewhere.” Patting Liam on the shoulder, he says, “You’re in for a long day, my friend. I’ll have a beer waiting for you when you get back.”

“Thanks, man,” Liam says, eyeing me, he adds, “I’m pretty sure I’ll need it.”

I give an exaggerated eye roll. “The faster we leave, the faster we’ll get back.”

Liam climbs into the boat and grabs onto the oars. Eyeing all the bags, he says, “What the hell did you bring?”

“Not much, just some snacks and stuff,” I say with a shrug, hoping he doesn’t ask to inspect them.