Untamed Passion

SLOANE

Watching Liam trying to keep his cool while I stroke his cock with my foot is about the best fun I’ve ever had. He keeps shooting me warning looks, but there’s no denying that hard cock of his. I knew my rowboat plan would work. He has no idea I’m planning way more than just a quick trip, though. I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing and giving it all away. He’ll figure it all out soon enough.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

When the meal was over, I assumed he’d jump right up, but then I realized he couldn’t because there was no way my parents wouldn’t notice the tent in his pants. I do allow myself a small giggle then, and the look he gives me makes me laugh even harder.

“What’s so funny?” my mom asks, reaching for our plates.

“Oh, nothing,” I say, “just remembered something funny.”

When my parents go back inside, Liam grabs my foot, gives it a firm squeeze, and then lets it drop to the ground.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asks.

“Immensely,” I say, not even bothering to hide how much I like teasing him.

“I’m glad someone is.”

“I could make you feel better, Liam. You’re just too stubborn to let me.”

He gives me a look that can only be described as smoldering, and for a second, I lose my composure. My breath hitches, my heart races, and I feel my newly dried bikini bottoms growing wet again.

The wicked grin he gives me tells me that he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He suddenly leans forward, and I gasp when I feel his hands on my knees, gripping them tightly. I love that I can feel callouses on his hands, and the roughness of them against my sensitive skin as he slowly dances his fingers along my inner thighs has me nearly panting with need. The picnic table isn’t that wide across, and his arms are long enough for him to follow my inner thigh up, and when he drags the tip of his finger along the crotch of my bikini, making perfect contact with my wet, aching slit, I let out a small moan that has his face lighting up into a sinful grin.

“You know, it’s a lot more fun being the one doing the teasing,” he says with a wink.

“This hardly seems fair,” I manage to say.

“Well, neither is rubbing your little virgin pussy all over my cock when we agreed to one kiss.”

I can’t think of a snarky comeback because he’s rubbing the pad of his finger over my clit, and all I can think about is how good it feels. I can hear my parents in the kitchen doing dishes, their low voices barely carrying out here, and I know I should feel ashamed, but all I can think about is how good Liam’s skillful fingers feel and how much I want to cum. He holds my gaze, his blue eyes boring into mine, and I can see he’s just as aroused as I am.

My fingers dig into the edge of the picnic table while my hips arch, trying to get closer to him. I bite down on my lip, stifling a moan, and right as I’m about to cum, he pulls his hand away. I slam my hand down on the table and let out a frustrated groan, which only makes him laugh. Reaching across the table, he runs a finger along my cheek before tracing a line over my angry scowl.

“Sexual frustration is a good look on you, Sloane,” he says with a smirk before getting up and walking away, leaving me so angry I want to punch something.

I do feel a brief moment of satisfaction when I see his erection is nowhere near close to going down. Have fun hiding that one, I think with a smug grin, but it quickly dissolves when my needy pussy reminds me that I’m nowhere near close to being satisfied.

It’s a long evening of mutual frustration as we go through the motions of everything being just fine and dandy between us. When we do finally head to our rooms, I linger outside my door, waiting for Liam. He pauses when he sees me, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Waiting for something?” he asks.

“I want you to finish what you started earlier.”

He gives an exaggerated yawn, making his t-shirt stretch up, revealing an intoxicating glimpse of tanned, toned abs.

“I’m kinda tired tonight.”

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” I growl at him.

“Immensely,” he says, throwing my words back in my face.

I give a frustrated sigh when he goes into his room and shuts the door behind him.

Laying on my bed, knowing Liam is right next door, is absolute torture. I toss and turn until I can’t take it anymore. I slip from my bed and very slowly open my door. Looking down the hall, I make sure it’s clear before tiptoeing to Liam’s door. Grabbing onto the doorknob, I very carefully turn it, but instead of the smooth motion I’m expecting, I’m met with resistance.

I jiggle the knob in frustration when I realize he’s locked his fucking door. “Need something?”

His voice is a bit muffled, but I can still hear the grin behind it.

“I can’t believe you locked your damn door!” I whisper shout to him, keeping my face close to the crack of his shut door.

“Well, it seems I was right to do so, doesn’t it? Who knows what would’ve happened if I hadn’t? You’d probably be under my covers right this second, grinding your little pussy against me again.” He tsked me through the door, making me want to shove my fist through it.

“Let me in,” I say.

“Oh, I don’t think so, Sloane,” he murmurs.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” I purr into the doorframe.

“Do tell.”