The Ending I Want(42)

“Much,” I say, cupping his face and bringing his lips back down to mine.

The kiss quickly turns heated. I reach for Liam’s zipper and pull it down. I put my hand inside, and moving his boxer shorts out of the way, I wrap my hand around his hard cock.

He moans over my lips. He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it up over my hips, running a hand over my ass.

He pauses and stares down at me. “Thong?” he asks, fingering the thin scrap of material between my ass cheeks.

“Easier access.” I shrug.

A grin covers his face. “God, you’re so f*cking hot. Turn around, and bend over,” he orders.

I do as he said. In practice, it is not easy on a fake pond. So, I have to hold onto the pond edge with my hands.

Liam’s hand smooths over my ass cheek. Then, he spanks it.

“Shit,” I hiss, more surprised than hurt. Actually, it didn’t hurt at all. It actually felt good.

“Did that hurt?”

“No.” I can hear the blatant sex in my voice, so I’m sure he can, too.

His hand is stroking my ass cheek. “All that talk of spanking earlier…I thought you deserved one before I f*cked you.”

“Just the one spank?” I grin back at him.

He slaps my ass again, and I moan.

“You like being spanked?” he asks. His voice is low and gravelly. So incredibly sexy.

But then everything about him is sexy. Like the way he’s taking his time to f*ck me in here, a place where we could be caught at any moment.

I think part of that is what turns him on. And it turns me on, too.

I never realized I was an exhibitionist. I’m learning a lot about myself from being with Liam.

I glance back at him. “You know I do.”

“Do I?” He tilts his head to the side. “I thought we were strangers, you and I.”

“Screw being strangers. Just be you. Because I like you, Liam Hunter. And I love what you do to me. How you make me feel when you’re inside me, f*cking me.”

“Jesus Christ,” he moans. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Boston.”

His words are a stark realization for me. But I don’t allow them to bother me or ruin the moment.

So, I push aside what they mean to me, and I smile at him. “Yeah, but what a way to go.”

His darkened eyes on mine, he yanks open the button on his jeans and shoves them down, leaving them low on his hips. He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it.

He hooks a finger around the string of my panties, moving them out of the way. He groans, and then he pushes a finger inside my *. “Fucking soaked.”

“For you,” I breathe.

“Damn right for me.”

I push back on his finger, f*cking it. “So good. Make me come, Liam.”

He pulls his finger out of me. “Don’t get greedy, Boston.” He slaps my ass, making me wetter. “You’ll get to come at the same time I do. Now, spread your legs.”

I spread my legs.

He slaps my ass again, harder this time, leaving a sting. “Wider.”

I give him a look even though that slap was hot as f*ck as I part my legs as wide as they’ll go.

“Good girl,” he rumbles.

He comes up behind me and rubs his cock down my ass, passing my puckered hole and going straight to my *. Then, he slams inside me.

“Liam,” I cry out.

His hand comes over my mouth. “Shh,” he tells me. “People will hear.”

I bite down on his hand, so he frees my mouth.

I glance back, meeting his eyes. “I thought you liked the thought of people watching you f*ck me.”

He grins, as his eyes flare. “Such a dirty girl. Now, get your tits out for me. I want them in my hands while I f*ck you,” he commands in a low voice.

He starts to f*ck me, his hands gripping my ass.

One hand holding onto the pond to steady myself as he pounds into me, I use the other to undo the top few buttons on my dress. I push the cups of my bra down, freeing my breasts. Liam’s hand immediately is on one cupping it.

The carnival is going on around us. Calvin Harris & Disciples “How Deep Is Your Love” is playing from one of the nearby rides, and people are walking all around, only serving to intensify the moment.

Anyone could come in and catch us, and I don’t care. If anything, the thought of being caught turns me on.

He pinches my nipples, and I moan loudly.

“You really want someone to hear and come in here, don’t you?” he rumbles, giving a nipple an extra-hard tweak. “You’re a little exhibitionist, and I f*cking love it. Just as much as I love your tight little *.”

His hand leaves my breast and slides down my side. He grabs ahold of my ass cheek, his fingers biting my skin.

“One of these days, I’m going to f*ck you where everyone can see. Where they can watch me f*ck your hot, tight *.” The words drip from his mouth.

“God, yes,” I whimper, the visual turning me on even more.

I didn’t realize until now just how much it does actually turn me on—the thought of being caught having sex or having someone watch him f*ck me.

Or maybe it’s just him. Being with him. Every thing Liam does and says turns me on.

I’d let him f*ck me anywhere, so long as I get to have him inside me, making me feel this way.