If Liam and I weren’t so goddamn stubborn, I know exactly how my fantasies would play out.
Closing my eyes, I turn on the toy and trail it down my body. The light sucking pleasantly tugs at my skin, and I tease my nipple with it as my other hand moves between my thighs. I imagine it’s Liam’s fingers tracing down my body. No matter how softly he touches me, his strong hands scrape against my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
It’s not my middle finger circling the sensitive spot; It’s Liam’s thumb getting me wet as his fingers open me up, teasing me without any of the pressure I am desperate for.
Aroused by the thought of his hands on my bare body, I move the toy to my clit and slide a finger inside of my pussy.Oh my God. My back arches off the mattress, but it’s not enough. Liam would be so much bigger; I’d be so much fuller.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Liam.”
My wet fingers move to my nipple but in my mind, Liam’s teeth drag along my sensitive skin before he sucks my nipple into his mouth. He uses his teeth to hold me in place while his tongue laps against the bud.
I’m still circling my clit with the vibrator but it’s now the tip of Liam’s dick, not his fingers.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, pretending that the toy is his spongy, thick head instead.
The stairs groan and I pull the toy away, looking at the door. I realize I didn’t lock it, not thinking I needed to when it was only Rosie and me. I’m still on my back with my legs bent and sprawled open, facing the door.
It’s silent for a few more seconds, so I lie back and glide the toy against my inner thigh and up to my center. It leaves a light trail of my arousal on my skin.
Back in my fantasy, Liam’s pressing the tip of his cock against my clit again, moving in a slow, deliberate circle.
“I’m taking my time with you, honey,”he murmurs against my ear before sucking the lobe between his lips as he moves his length down to my slit, wet and hot for him.
I push my fingers inside of me an inch, imagining it’s his cock.
“Liam,” I moan again, louder.
Suddenly, the door opens and Liam walks in, concern etched across his features. “What—are you okay…?”
His words trail off as his eyes find their way up my body. In my current position, there’s a lot less area for his eyes to travel across before meeting mine.
With heated eyes, he says in a low, gravelly voice, “Calypso.”
That’s it.
Just my name.
“Oh my God,” I repeat, breathier this time. “I thought—you aren’t supposed to be here.”
I’m not mad or embarrassed.
Surprised? Yes.
Turned on? Absolutely.
It’s the perfect setting for a bad porno, but one I am very happy to find myself living out.
I only hope that this is enough for Liam to feel ready—to realize that I’mdesperatefor him. It won’t cause distance between us.
“Paint accident,” he says distractedly, but waves a hand down his body.
I take in his appearance. There’s orange paint running down his black button up and dress pants. His outfit changes depending on where his meetings are that day, but he must have stopped by a site for something.
Sitting up a little, I ask, “Are you okay?”
“Don’t move,” he says and takes a step forward. “Stay there, honey.”
Satisfaction floods through me. I lean back on my elbows, toy still in hand, and open my legs a little more.
