The Ending I Want

It’s been a few minutes, and I’m getting kind of bored, not talking.

“Liam,” I say quietly, “have you calmed down yet?”

“Getting there.” His voice still sounds a little tight.

I risk a glance at him. “I’m sorry.” I bite my lip.

“For?” He looks at me, confused.

“For getting you all worked up and not being able to finish you off.”

He laughs, and it instantly puts me at ease.

“Boston, don’t ever apologize for giving me a blow job even if it doesn’t result in the happy ending. While flying my plane, I just got my dick sucked by the hottest woman I’ve ever had the good fortune to know. I’m golden, babe. But just to let you know, the second we get back to Hunter Hall, I’m taking you up to my bedroom, and I’m fucking every part of your body available to me.”

All the right parts of me tighten up in anticipation of what’s to come.

I look out the window at the ground far below, and that fear I first felt is no longer there. Just happiness at being here with him.

“I think I can live with that.” I smile.

“Get on the bed. I want you on your hands and knees. Now.”

We’re in Liam’s room back at Hunter Hall. He’s naked. I’m naked.

He had me undress him and then strip my own clothes off—his personal striptease. Now, he’s ordering me onto the bed.

Bossy Liam is back, and it’s so fucking hot.

Doing as he said, I climb up onto his bed and get on my hands and knees, facing away from him.

I feel his hand touch over my ass as he gets onto the bed behind me. He moves his palm down my butt, and his fingers slide between my folds. Finding my pussy, he slides a finger inside me.

I moan, widening my knees more.

“That feel good?” he asks, his voice a dark rasp.

“So good.”

He slides another finger inside, making me moan again, and then he starts fucking me with his fingers.

My head drops forward. I love the feel of him doing this to me.

“I shouldn’t be this good to you, Boston. It should be you down on your knees, finishing off what you started in the plane. If I didn’t want to fuck you so badly, then that’s what you’d be doing right now.”

His finger is still moving in and out of me.

Then, I feel his mouth on my ass cheek. He places a kiss there, and then he scrapes his teeth over my skin, making me shudder.

“I fucking love your arse, Boston.” His finger leaves my pussy and slides over my clit, giving it a flick before moving upward toward my puckered hole.

I tense when he reaches it.

“I want to fuck you here so bad.” He rubs his finger around that untouched part of me.

I glance back at him. His eyes are glazed and lusty, staring at where his hand is.

“What is it with you and asses, Hunter?”

His eyes come to mine. The look in them is lethal, and it nearly has me telling him to do whatever the hell he wants to me.

“Not asses, plural. Just your ass. I’m obsessed with fucking it. I’m man enough to admit it. It’s just…so perky and sexy…and just there.” He grabs my ass cheek with his other hand. “It’s like a mountain I need to climb. I want to stick my flag in there and conquer the fuck out of it. And it’s true what they say, you know.” A devilish smile slides onto that sexy mouth of his. “It’s more fun up the bum.”

Laughter explodes from me.

I fall onto my front, my knees no longer able to hold me up. “Oh my God!” My laugh is muffled in the bed. “I can’t believe you just said that! Who says that?” I lift my head, looking back at him.

“People…me.” He grins.

That sets me off again. I can’t stop laughing. My sides ache from laughing.

“Oh God, it hurts!” I clutch my belly, rolling onto my side. “Liam Hunter, you are fucking priceless!”

When I bring my eyes to his, he’s just staring at me, a smile on his face and a soft look in his eyes.

“What?” I chuckle, wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes.

“Nothing. I just really like seeing you laugh.” He moves up the bed, coming closer to me. “There’s nothing more beautiful than the sight and sound of your laughter. And I like it even more when it’s me who’s made you laugh.”

My heart explodes. In its wake are sparkly, glittery bombs of emotions. All for him. And they are floating around my chest, attaching themselves to every part of me, making me want things I can’t have.

Him…forever.

Liam takes my face in his hands. His expression is so tender that I think he’s going to say something to push me over the edge.

Then, he parts his lips and says, “So…can I fuck you up the arse?”

And there he is, bumping me right back down to earth. Right to the place he and I belong. In this moment.

Biting my lip, feeling a little nervous at the thought, I say, “I don’t know…”

“There’s no pressure. I just…really want you in that way. And I want you to know that.”

I mull it over in my head.

What harm could it do? Well, it could hurt like hell, for starters. But it’s not like I’m not used to pain. And I’m pretty sure, out of this pain, I’ll get some pleasure. Well, I’d better.

And I know Liam wouldn’t do something to me that would hurt me in any way. Especially sexually. Every time we have sex, he’s always taking care of me first. He seems to derive pleasure from mine. Something else to adore about him.