I rubbed my palm over my fly, enjoying the sensation as I fantasized about a knock at the door. I’d open it as Liam stood there, staring me down with that gaze that almost stripped me naked by something as simple as him looking me up and down. He’d claim my mouth with his, shoving me back against the wall beside the door as one hand felt its way under my shirt and the other worked my fly, freeing me, then yanking my pants down. We’d scramble to the bed, me nearly tripping on my jeans around my ankles, before he’d scoop me up off the floor and toss me on the bed.
“Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me,” I whispered my wish as I unfastened my jeans and pulled them down with my briefs. I licked my hand, then reached down and stroked myself, imagining Liam pinning me down.
What would it feel like to be totally his? What would it feel like to have him dominating me…fucking me?
Needing me for his pleasure…
I drew a mental picture, sketching every line in his face while they were still so fresh in my memory. I’d jerked off plenty thinking of him before, but this time was different because I still had his scent in my brain, still carried some phantom fragrance from that moment when I was hugging him.
What would he taste like? I wondered as I continued playing with my cock.
I envisioned him gazing at me with those dark-brown eyes, seeing right into me as he claimed me, made me all his. His sweat would drip off his bangs, and I’d lap up each drop as it fell into my mouth.
I kicked off my shoes, stripping nude in a frenzy as my body demanded release from the physical ache that lingered from him.
Soon I was standing there naked. My gaze turned to the door as I thought about him lying on the sofa. Was he thinking of me the way I was thinking of him? I wanted to believe he couldn’t help himself. His restraint was part of what I admired about him, yet it was something I wanted him to grapple with…I wanted to haunt his thoughts the way he haunted mine.
I gripped my shaft as I approached the door, and dropped to my knees. I leaned close, pressing my ear against the wooden panel of my door, listening intently.
What did I want to hear?
A breath, a stir… Like with most things when it came to Liam McKinney, I’d take what I could get.
I wasn’t sure if the soft sound I heard was him stirring on the couch or my desperate mind conjuring up something…anything to sate this desire within me.
Why did there have to be a boundary between us when all I wanted was for him to grant me this wish of his lips against mine…traveling across my body, taking my cock.
Oh, I just knew what a great lover he’d be.
“Fuck me, Liam,” I whispered again, heat racing to my face, surging through me as I recalled what his hot breath felt like against my face.
“Look at me, look at me,” I begged this fantasy figure because I needed to see his eyes, those eyes that made me feel like I was the only man in the world that mattered to him when he set his gaze upon me.
I set my free hand on the door as I continued working myself up, the pressure escalating quickly. The intensity of it was so strong that I clawed my hand against the door as I imagined what his face looked like when he came, this idea of my body granting him total pleasure, an escape from whatever pain lingered within him.
“Pretty Thing,”I daydreamed him calling me, and I could hear him gasping, fuck, it almost sounded real—just as I would have guessed he sounded as he came. I shot my load, the first wave hitting the door, the rest collecting on the carpet.
Tears shifted in my eyes as my hips jerked back and forth, my body recovering from the excitement my nerves had worked up through my experience.
When my body and muscles calmed from the twitching and spasming, I leaned against my door, gasping as I worked to steady my breathing, enjoying the way my face warmed and a little sweat rushed down my forehead.
Even though he was on the other side of the door, in my living room, I felt we were together. I knew I needed to wash off and clean up the mess, but I just wanted to sit there a little longer, revel in the high of such a fucking fantastic masturbation session.
I already knew how good it felt just to touch him, just to smell him, just to think about him.
Oh, if only I could really feel him, all of him.
There was this desperate hope within me, but also an awareness that the fantasy was too delicious not to cherish either.
