Quinn
“This way,” I say over my shoulder to Liam as I walk toward the path that leads to the water.
After my morning duties at the bed-and-breakfast, Liam picked me up and I showed him how to get to Sullivan’s Island. It’s not even nine minutes down the road.
It’s tourist season, which means the beach at Isle of Palms is packed. So, I usually just take the quick drive a little farther down to Sullivan’s Island so that I’m not overly crowded on the beach.
We walk a little way down and find the perfect spot to lay the beach blanket. We set up the umbrella and help each other put sunscreen on. I definitely don’t want a repeat of last time.
I hook up my Bluetooth speaker to my phone. To set the mood, I pick my Jimmy Buffett playlist and lie back. “I hope this music is okay. I know it’s probably not what you listen to, but I like to set a vibe when I’m at the beach. Jimmy always puts me in a happy mood.” I tip my sunglasses and look over at him.
“Oh, so now I have competition?” he jokes.
“Ha. Ha.” I fake laugh.
“I think it’s kind of rude that you’re making me listen to my competition.”
I roll my eyes.
“You have your sunglasses on, but I can totally sense that you’re rolling your eyes.” He smirks.
Dammit . He already knows me so well. “I’m not rolling my eyes,” I lie.
“Mhmm. Sure.” He lies flat on his back.
We listen to music, enjoy the sun, and banter back and forth for the majority of our beach date.
I feel myself drifting off to sleep when all of a sudden, Liam yelps.
“What the fuck!”
I spring up and look over at him, then burst out laughing. He has bird shit all down the side of his chest, abs, and swim shorts.
“Do you think this is funny?” He stares at me.
“Yes, I do, actually.” I laugh harder. I realize he’s trying to use his beach towel to wipe it off. “Liam, why are you using the towel when there’s water right there”—I point at the ocean—“for you to go clean up in?”
He drops his arms and tries to play it cool as he walks to the water to wash off.
After the bird incident with Liam, we enjoyed the beach a little bit longer before heading back to his place. We both took showers separately and then ordered burgers and fries to-go from Lana’s, a local bar.
Now we’re sitting on the couch, sharing a gigantic warm brownie with vanilla ice cream, trying to decide what movie to watch.
“I’m telling you, Monsters, Inc . is the best Disney movie, hands down,” Liam says with a mouth full of brownie.
I gasp. “There’s no way you’re putting that above all the classics. I refuse to believe that.” I point my spoon at him.
“Sorry, honey bun, I am.” He shrugs. “What do you consider the best?”
“ Alice in Wonderland .” I smile. I mean, who doesn’t like that movie?
“Yeah, that’s good but eh,” he says nonchalantly.
My eyes practically bug out of my head. “Yeah, okay. Maybe I need to rethink this whole”—I point between the two of us—“you and me thing.” I shove another spoonful of the brownie ice cream gooey goodness in my mouth.
Liam abruptly snatches the bowl from me and sets it on the table.
“Hey, what the—”
He cuts me off as he takes the spoon from me too. He grabs my leg and pulls, forcing my hips closer to him and my back to fall onto the couch. Before I can process what’s happening, he’s hovering over me. His thick arms are caging me in on either side, and my legs instinctively fall open, allowing him to nestle between them. He then grabs me and lays me flat on my back, hovering over me.
“Let’s get one thing straight, darling, you will not be rethinking shit.” He wipes my hair from my face, then gently kisses my lips.
He leans up and looks at me like he expects me to say something back.
I want to make him squirm, so I say, “Yes, Sir.”
I smirk, knowing what kind of reaction this is going to get.
His eyes darken as he stares at me for a beat. “Take your shorts off.”
My eyebrows shoot up and my smile widens. “Yes, Sir.”
Now I’m just taunting him.
He sits up and yanks my shorts off. Realizing I’m not wearing any panties, he groans.
“Eager, are we? I thought I was taking those off,” I tease him.
His eyes bore into mine. “You sure do have a sassy mouth, you know that?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I laugh but abruptly stop when he runs his finger through my soaked pussy and circles my clit. A moan escapes me.
“Already so fucking wet for me. Being a brat turns you on, does it? Being a fucking tease?” He watches his finger smear my slickness.
I close my eyes and he halts what he’s doing, making them pop back open. I look up at him and he says, “You will keep your eyes on me when I make you come. Do you understand?”
My breath hitches and my pussy gets wetter at his demand. “Yes, Sir.”
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “Such a good girl when you want to be. Ya know, the brownie really didn’t satisfy me. I think I’m ready for my second dessert now.” He then scoots back a little farther, leans down, and drapes my legs over his shoulders, one at a time.
He takes his time, lifting and kissing down the insides of both of my thighs. Licking and sucking the sensitive flesh.
“Liam, I need your mouth on me, right now.” I can’t take this teasing. It’s too much. I already feel like a waterfall, dripping down to the couch.
“Be patient, horny girl. I’m savoring this.”
He plants a wet kiss to my pubic bone as he starts to rub my clit again. I let out a moan as he inserts a finger. “Fuck, Liam.”
“My girl is soaked for me.” He groans as he enters another finger.
I spread my legs wider as he starts to pump faster. Then he abruptly stops and removes his fingers. I look at him, puzzled. “Wha—”
He cuts me off, lifting his dripping fingers to my mouth. “Suck,” he demands.
I would probably do anything he asked me right now, especially while he’s looking at me like that.
I grab his hand and push his fingers to the back of my tongue, sucking all my juices off him. I let go with a pop.
“Fuckk. That was so hot, baby,” he says. “Now it’s my turn to have a taste.” He shifts so he can open me wider, pushing my knees up. “Hold them,” he demands.
I do as he says as he stares down at my glistening cunt, spreading me open with his thumbs. He leans down and slowly runs his tongue flat up my pussy, like he has all night. He locks eyes with me as he keeps the same pace, licking from the bottom all the way to the top. It’s like he’s making love to my pussy, but with his tongue.
He then inserts one of his thumbs as he sucks on my clit. I start to clench.
“L-Liam. I’m not going to last much longer.” I pant.
He moves his thumb slowly, teasing me, pulls it out, then inserts two fingers as far as they will go, holding them still.
He unlatches from my clit. I’m three seconds away from exploding, and this joker wants to edge me.
“Please, I want to come,” I plead.
“Since you asked nicely.” He starts to move his fingers again. “Be a good girl and soak my hand.” He curls his fingers and sucks hard on my clit.
I come undone around his fingers. “Oh God—Liam.”
He finger fucks me until I stop spasming and cleans me up with his mouth, like he hasn’t had anything to drink in days.
He kisses the inside of my thigh before sitting up. “Best damn dessert I’ve ever had.”
We both laugh as he crawls beside me and wraps his arms around me to cuddle. I reach over him and pull the blanket off the back of the couch to cover us.
“That completely drained me.” I yawn.
He kisses my forehead. “Let’s get some rest then.”
I nod. “Sounds like a solid plan.” I close my eyes and make a mental note to ask him for a repeat later.