Abi and Liam
I had been dating Liam for months. I wasn’t exactly happy with how things were going, though. He was always gone even when he was around he could never truly satisfy me in the way I wanted. Needed.
He would always make love, never fuck. I had lost my virginity to Liam, but it never hurt. He was too gentle.
One night I had gone to the store to pick up a few things. Liam had stayed home, said he had to do something.
I could barely walk. My whole lower region throbbed with need. Every time I was around him, I wanted him.
I winced under my breath as I pushed the cart through the store. This needed to be taken care of and fast.
(Liam’s Point of View)
Where is it, I asked looking through our bedroom.
Something was wrong with Abi. I searched through her dresser drawers. Her journal had to be here somewhere.
Ah, I thought.
I picked up the edge of the mattress and stuck my hand inside. I grinned as I felt the pages. Pulling out the book, I fixed and sat on the bed.
I knew it was wrong to go through her personal journal but I didn’t know what else to do. She wouldn’t let me touch her.
Did she not want to be with me anymore? Was she cheating on me? It was terrible to think that way but I couldn’t help it. We had not had sex in weeks. It was driving me crazy.
I flipped through the pages until I came upon an interesting entry. It had a title. “Pain, Without Love.”
My chest tightened as I thought of the worst. Was this about some other guy? It was a story. I bit my lip as I searched for the guys name so that I could kill him.
“Liam.” I whispered. It was about me.
I narrowed my eyes at the journal. I couldn’t remember having sex with Abi, like that. Oh my god, was this a fantasy? It was so hot.
Sex with us was easy, simple. The sex in the journal was rough, loud, sexy. If this was what she wanted, then this was what she was going to get.
(Abi’s Point of View)
I carried the bag of groceries into the house and in the kitchen. Where was Liam? His voice answered my question.
“Abi, babe?” He called from upstairs.
I put the food away. “Yes.” I replied to show that I was listening. I closed the refrigerator.
“Can you come up here for a minute?” He asked.
There was something weird in his voice. He sounded a little mad. Oh, no. What did I do, I asked myself as I climbed the stairs.
The bedroom door was opened. I bit my lip in sexual frustration as I stared at him. He was facing away from me, shirtless and in pajama pants. His back muscles clench as he looked down.
He. Is. So. Fucking. Sexy.
My first instinct was to pounce on him but I controlled myself. “Yes Liam?” I asked in an innocent voice.
He turned around to face me. In his hands, held my journal. I blushed mad. Why the hell did he have it? I couldn’t find my voice to ask.
He held it up to make sure that I saw it. I looked at him right him his eyes. I would not be embarrassed.
His brown eyes melted into mine as he walked closer to me. “So this is what you want? To be fucked like a slut?” he asked in a low husky voice. He was obviously turned on.
I bite my lower lip again. All I could do was nod. He threw the book on the floor and grabbed me by the tops of my arms. His face was a couple of inches away from mine.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.
Before I had time to respond his lips were on mine, hard. He pushed his tongue into my mouth as he pushed me against the wall.
A moan in the back of my throat let loose as I let him, digging my nails into his hard stomach. He nipped at my lips before attacking my neck with his mouth. His hands on my waist went to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning them.
I pulled away from his mouth so I could kiss on him. I scraped my teeth over the skin where his birthmark was before sucking it into my mouth.
He growled as he pushed my jeans down over my hips sticking his hand into my panties. “So hot.” He whispered as he stuck one long finger inside me.
I pulled away so I could moan. He worked another finger inside me as he stared at me, pressing his erection into my stomach.
“You like this?” he asked, watching me.
I nod. “Yes-s” I choke out as he goes faster getting me ready for what’s about to happen next.
He kissed my collar bone before going down to my left breast taking my nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it.
I threw my head back against the wall as I was getting weak in the knees. “Liam.. it’s too much. Fuck me before I explode.” I moan.
I felt like I was going to fall. He could see it. Pulling down his pants, he ripped off my panties. He pushes me to where I face the wall. He spread my legs and thread his fingers into my hair.
Yanking my head back, he growls in my ear. “Are you sure this is what you want? Rough and angry Liam oppose to sweet, caring Liam?”
I start to pant as the need gets too much to handle. “I want both.” I force out.
His teeth dig into my shoulder as he lifts my ass and enters me. He doesn’t take his time to work himself inside me. He attacks. Rough thrusts as his teeth dig in further, breaking the skin.
My knees bang into the wall as he fucks me. His hands, bruising my hips as he goes faster…harder, hitting the spot the needed to be touched so bad.
I moan as I feel my climax approach. His right hand wonders between my legs as he strokes my clit. The double penetration blows me over the edge and I come.
As I ride out my orgasm, he fills me with his own release. Oh. My. God.
Slowly he pulls out and gathers me into his arms. He carries me to our bed, laying me down. His body curls around me as he cuddled me.
“I love you.” He whispers kissing my cheek.
I turn my body to face him. I give him one last kiss before saying, “I love you, too Liam.”
