Page 6 of Not Yet Yours

I push Liam onto his back and straddle him. He moves willingly, letting me take control and I lean down and kiss him. He kisses me back with a hunger that turns me on even more. As I kiss him, I make sure my hard nipples graze his chest and tease him like he was teasing me earlier.

I pull my lips from his and run my tongue down his neck and then I kiss along his chest and down his stomach, scooting backward as I kiss my way down his body. I reach his cock, but I don’t put it in my mouth. Not yet. I’m in control here and I want to make this last. I kiss back up toward Liam’s chest again and he moans in frustration. I smile to myself and keep moving up his body.

I stop at his nipples, and I flick my tongue over one of them, and then the other one. As I do this, I lower myself so that Liam’s rock-hard cock is inside of my lips, running the length of my slit. I move my hips slightly so that I slide back and forth on him, letting him feel how wet I am for him.

I move my mouth from his nipples and kiss back up toward his neck, but I don’t get any further than that. Liam moans again and then his hands are on my hips, and he bucks his own hips and flips us so that suddenly, he is on top of me. He smiles down at me wickedly.

“So, you want to play huh?” he says in a low voice that sends a pulse of longing through my clit. “Turn over.”

He isn’t asking me to turn over, he’s ordering me to do it and the authority in his voice as he does makes me even wetter. I need to feel him inside of me now, but I know he’s not going to give me what I want quite so easily. He’s going to get payback for me teasing him. I eagerly roll over onto my front all the same though, ready to take whatever delicious torment he wants to give me.

Liam grabs my hips and pulls me up onto all fours. Delicious waves of anticipation flood me as he lifts me up. He reaches around to the front of my body with one hand and begins to massage my clit. It is already swollen and tender to the touch from last night and his touch is painful at first. I grit my teeth and bear the stinging pain and after a few seconds, the pain fades away, leaving only pleasure behind in its wake. It doesn’t take long before I’m once more on the edge of climaxing. But Liam has other ideas and as I get close to hitting my peak, he slows his fingers down until they are barely moving. The tiny movements send sharp shocks through me, but the intensity isn’t enough to push me over the edge and I need the release only an orgasm can give me at this point.

I moan and try to push myself back onto Liam’s fingers but the more I push myself back against them, the more he backs his hand away.

“Naughty, naughty,” he says when I keep trying to get him to increase the friction on my clit. I can picture the teasing smile on his lips as he says it.

I stop fighting him, accepting that I have to play it his way if I want to be allowed to come. I grit my teeth and allow him to tease me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge but still not quite letting me go over into oblivion. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he slams his cock inside of me without warning and I cry out at the feeling of amazing fullness that comes over me. I feel my pussy stretching to accommodate Liam’s cock ashe moves it in and out of me, filling me all the way up with each hard thrust.

As he thrusts into me, harder and faster, the intensity of his fingers on my clit gets stronger and he moves his other hand to my breast and teases my nipple between his fingers and his thumb. The three points of stimulation are almost too much for me to bear, and I find that I can’t think anymore; I can only feel.

I hurtle into my orgasm at a neck-breaking speed and for a moment, I feel as though I’m floating above my body watching Liam fuck me. I can see Liam’s slick hardness pounding into me. The sensation only lasts a moment and then I’m back in my body and instead of seeing Liam fuck me, I can feel him fucking me and his cock inside of me feels so fucking good that it almost breaks me in the best possible way.

I feel my eyes rolling back in my head and all I can see is black, but I barely notice my lack of vision. Every muscle in my body goes taut and I can’t do anything, not even breathe. I perch there on all fours, the whites of my eyes showing and my mouth opening and closing as I try to suck in a breath, but my body doesn’t want vision or oxygen. It has everything it needs in that moment – Liam and his tantalizing cock and fingers.

Even as I come so hard I can’t breathe Liam’s fingers are still working me and he is still pounding into me. I feel as though I’m going to explode with pleasure and I fucking love it. My body tingles and zings and my clit is pulsing with pleasure. My stomach is contracting and waves of pleasure fly through it. My pussy is going wild, gripping Liam so tightly that I’m almost surprised he can move within me at all.

I have barely finished climaxing when another climax smashes over me and this time, I feel like it’s too much but it’s a delicious amount of too much and even though I say it’s too much, it can never be enough. Even as I come undone, I want more.

My back bows, my stomach almost touching the bed beneath me, and my head is thrown back, the tendons in my neck stretching. My neck stretches so far, it’s painful and I stay like that as pleasure assaults me. I feel myself gushing, liquid pleasure running from me and coating Liam.

I manage to suck in a breath, and I open my mouth to say Liam’s name but instead, an unintelligible scream bursts forth from me. It is a primal sound, that of an animal being taken back to its base desires and even though the noise comes from me, it doesn’t feel like a part of me, and it sends a shiver of deliciousness through me.

Now that I’ve sucked in a breath, it seems to break the spell and I can breathe again. My chest heaves as I gasp and pant, trying to pull as much air into my needful lungs as possible. My eyes roll back into their normal place, and I blink a couple of times in quick succession, and my vision returns. My arms collapse as my orgasm begins to fade and the rigidness leaves my muscles, and I find myself resting on my knees and my elbows, my ass in the air, my most intimate parts exposed for Liam.

Liam keeps pounding into me, although his fingers no longer massage my clit or my nipple. His hands are on my hips now and as he thrusts and I thrust with him, he pulls back on my hips, helping each of my thrusts to get him deeper and deeper inside of me.

With one final slamming thrust, Liam’s cock bounces off my cervix and with my name on his lips, he comes hard. I feel his cock pulsing and then a rush of warm wetness blasting out inside of me, and he holds my hips in place, keeping me filled to the brim with him as he calls out my name once more.

When he’s done, he slips out of me leaving me feeling empty and sated yet already craving more. I remind myself this can’t happen again, this was the last time for us, and from now on, sex between Liam and me will just be a treasured memory. Atthe moment, I don’t want that, but I know when I’m not post-orgasmic and I’m thinking rationally, it is exactly what I will want or at least what I know I have to have. So, I bite down on my lip to stop me from blurting out anything stupid.

“Well, I’d say we got Cullen his money’s worth for the late check-out, wouldn’t you?” Liam says from beside me and I huff out a laugh and he laughs with me, and I don’t actually think there will be any awkwardness between us the next time we both end up at the same event. I hope there won’t be. I do like Liam a lot and even though I can’t be with him romantically, it will be nice to have him in my life as a friend still.

Chapter Five

Harriet

Harriet

As I hang my apron up for the last time, I smile to myself. I can’t believe I am actually doing this. For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed sculpting and people have always told me that my creations were good, that I should sell them, and that kind of thing, but I never really had the confidence for anything like that. But two years ago, I finally decided to try and really do something with my sculpting, so I entered a local competition and I won.

I was approached there by several people who liked my work and wanted pieces themselves and I took my first orders for commissioned pieces. The buyers all seemed happy with their pieces and my confidence started to grow to the point where I began selling my stuff on Etsy and then finally, I set myself up with a website where I could take orders for commissioned pieces and sell other pieces I have already made. I also make pieces throughout the year and go to craft fairs in the run-up to Christmas where I usually do pretty well sales-wise.

It occurred to me a couple of weeks ago that I could really make a go of this. It had reached the point where I was having to turn down orders from people who wanted custom pieces made because I didn’t have the time to do them because I was working full-time at the coffee shop. At first, I didn’t mind. I still thought of sculpting as my hobby, even if it was a well-paying hobby, but in the last few months, something in my mindset changed. I realized that I was losing money by coming to work. I was going to do something I disliked for ungrateful people instead of doing something I loved for people who appreciated me and my skills, and I was getting paid a lot less money to do it.

That was when I knew something had to change and I worked out my finances and what I needed to earn to make this idea of sculpting full-time plausible. I have some savings and my math showed me that I can make a go of this. I have enough money to get by for a year without making any extra income if I live frugally and I have decided to give this sculpting thing a real shot. I feel like I owe it to myself to at least try and make it work. And if I can’t make it work within eleven months, that will give me a month to find another job and I can either quit sculpting altogether or go back to doing it as a hobby on the side.

Although it’s good to know that I do have a sensible plan in place for if this goes wrong, I still know deep down inside of myself that I have to make this work though. I know this is my last shot at doing something I love for a living, and I can’t imagine wanting to go back to being someone else’s staff member after I get used to working for myself. I will make this work. I have decided I have to, and failure is not an option.