The ninth installment in the "Only One Bed" series.
It seemed like everyone was a bit groggy this morning, except for Nolan. He had bounded out of the bathroom with towel-dried hair, proclaimed the surf was up, and urged everyone to get out of bed. When no one reacted, he ribbed them as "slackers" and flung open the curtains to stream in the sunlight.
Liam groaned from the floor beneath the harsh light. Zoya, who snuggled up against Emma, grumbled and hid her face in Emma's shoulder.
"We need coffee," Emma slurred. "Bring us coffee if you're so awake." Nolan chuckled and exited the room.
Hours later, coffees in hand, both Emma and Zoya were dressed in their swimsuits, holding beach bags. Liam was still lazing in bed, sipping his coffee.
"You two should go ahead," Liam waved. "I'm gonna shower. I'll meet you later."
"Should I go with you to find your phone?" Emma considered.
"Nah," Zoya replied, already laid out on her towel in the sun. "I'm getting settled. Have fun searching, and give Liam a pinch if he's still in bed."
Emma gazed over the vast stretch of beach for Nolan but couldn't spot him. He had already entered the waves. Feeling awkward about being alone with Liam, she shuddered. Knowing full well that Liam had seen her and Zoya engaging in lesbian sex with the two boys, she figured it was best for her to collect her phone and go.
As she traveled through the resort, Emma wondered if she should be worried about her fantasies surrounding Liam. He seemed like the kind of guy who would eat a klutz like her for breakfast. But part of her enjoyed the idea of being desires by the tall, charismatic, and accommodating Liam. Her heart skipped a beat.
She experienced a mix of feelings about dashing back into the room and finding Liam still in bed. Would he be perplexed by her sudden interest? Would he call for Emma when finding her lounging in bed, unaware of his arousal? Or would she catch a peek of his erection through the shower curtain?
The idea of Liam imagining Zoya riding him lingered in her mind, and she felt sexually aroused. Imagine if he saw her in the same position, doing unspeakable acts, his hands on her. Fantasizing about his erection in her mouth, while Nolan mercilessly banged her, sent shivers down her spine.
Emma recalled how Liam's face looked when he noticed Zoya licking Nolan's jizz from her chest. It was a lusty, achieving expression that turned Emma on. Why did she associate him with raw sexual desire? Had she gone crazy?
She approached the hotel room, feeling silly for considering the possibility of bumping into Liam. She would sooner or later see him by the beach with his newfound lady friend. After all, his behavior suggested he was in it for the sex. It was highly unlikely he gave a second thought to her.
Her cheeks burned as she remembered her wild dreams about Liam while going at it with Nolan. She anticipated his incoming ejaculation, imagining Liam ramming his massive cock inside her even if they shared the same friend.
Some steps from the room, Emma considered whether she wanted to stay in the room with Liam, and figure out whether he caught her gazing at him at the wrong time.
She was scared. But was she equally scared because Liam may notice the passion she had towards him or because he packed up and left before she could peek?
She steeled herself for the walk into the bathroom. Relief washed over her as she detected the sound of running water from the shower. Bingo! His phone lay close to Nolan's, so she dove under the bed to grab it. Excellent! Now he'd never know she was searching for it. Scooping her things, she left the room, praying her discomfort didn't show.
It took every ounce of her willpower to hide her thirsty, swollen nipples under her cottoned bikini. Her cheeks flushed red when she heard groans from the bathroom. Liam was having a solo moment with his matchbox car. She felt clumsy, a simpleton who daydreamed about their good-looking childhood friend taking her. Could she leave the room before he noticed her presence? You got it.
They say some men prefer to have a woman's body than her company. What if Liam hadn't considered her an option? What if Liam found himself more attracted to Zoya? Would he be shocked? On the other hand, would he hide his arousal? Trembling in apprehension, she hurried away.
The idea that her best friend may judge her from the corner of his eyes made her blush. Hoping she bypassed his pillar of manliness without his noticing, she walked around, nibbling on a few snacks she'd plucked from her bag, taking deep breaths to calm her nerves.
She arrived at the beach to find her friends and Nolan - and her phone. Her lips pursed, she waited for Nolan to hand over the phone.
"Nice walk," Nolan grinned. Emma swatted him playfully. She believed she would never forgive him for sending Gwen off his nut with his phone. Mumbling, she kissed Nolan before curling up on her towel. Then Zoya did the same. Thinking of Liam in the shower filled her thoughts. Was he hiding behind the curtain to look at her? Did she still have a chance?
There's surely more about Liam than she'd conjectured. He was so different from the guy from high school – tall, muscular, charming, and downright beastly. Instead of rationalizing, she deemed it best to avoid him for the weekend.
Emma hesitated as she heard a moan that sounded almost painful coming from the bathroom. Was it possible that Liam wasn't masturbating? What if he injured himself and needed help? If she left and he was in pain, she'd feel awful.
She should probably check, just to make sure he was okay.
A quick peek through the bathroom door revealed a sight that made her blush. Liam's back was turned to her, one hand braced on the wall. His legs were spread, and his other arm was moving, indicating that he was indeed masturbating. Emma quickly retreated from the doorway, relieved that he wasn't hurt.
"Emma," Liam grunted.
Her heart skipped a beat. She could feel a mix of emotions: guilt for intruding on his privacy, pride that he was thinking about her, not Zoya, embarrassment, and, most of all, lust.
She went back to the bathroom door and peeked through a crack in it. Seeing him stroking himself, murmuring her name, made her body come alive with desire. She imagined him lying on top of her, Zoya fondling her clit while he filled her with his cock. She ran her hand between her thighs, feeling the wetness that started to soak her bikini bottoms.
"Open your mouth," Liam instructed, and she did so, surprised by her own response.
He must've been daydreaming about them both. Images of him teaching Zoya how to suck her pussy while he fucking Emma's mouth flashed through her mind. She caressed her right breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers.
"I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock," he mumbled, shoving his hand under the shower curtain. "Feel my thick prick in your--oh--in your throat."
Imagining his hard cock in her mouth set her on fire.
"Fuck, yes, Emma, suck my cock," he groaned, stroking faster. "That's so hot seeing you--oh!--swallow my cock while Zoya licks your clit. Ah! Does it turn you on?"
She nodded, using her other hand to press against her clit.
"The way you looked--uh--looked at me while Zoya licked all the cum off your tits... Oh fuck, Emma. You're so fucking hot. Your little nipples are so hard--ah--and your mouth is so hot!"
She imagined how it would feel: his massive cock pushing deep into her mouth, making her gag.
"Zoya couldn't control herself when she saw you, she jumped up with my--oh!--my cum dripping from her pussy. You wanted more, didn't you? When she pushed her tongue inside you, you wanted my cock, I could tell--ah!--You want my cock!"
Emma moaned, inserting two fingers into her pussy. She braced her feet against the tiled floor while it echoed with her wetness dropping onto the cold tiles.
"Oh fuck, Emma, I'm gonna fuck your hot mouth--ah!--fuck your tight throat--oh!--while Zoya sucks on your clit--ah!--and makes you cum!"
Her mind was so focused on her fantasies that she didn't realize her bikini bottoms were drenched with arousal.
"Do you want me to cum?" he asked urgently. "Should I cum on your face?"
The idea of his cum splashing onto her skin excited her even more.
"Or should I--uh!--cum down your throat? Will you swallow my spunk?"
She nodded, licking her lips, longing for a taste of his come.
"Or should I--ah!--spin you around and shove--uh!--shove my cock into your dripping snatch? Fuck! Emma! That's what you want, isn't it? Look how excited you are--ah!--for me to fuck you. Oh! Shit! Fucking tell me, tell me how bad you want it. Ah! Ah! Tell me to cum in your tight fucking cunt!"
"Yes, cum," she whispered, rocking back and forth. "Cum in my... tight... fucking... cunt!"
Emma shuddered from the pleasure she was deriving from her thoughts. The sound of Liam's groans caused her entire body to convulse. She was on the verge of climaxing when he suddenly stiffened and cried out almost loud enough for her to hear him. Trembling, Liam told her he was cumming.
"Cumming," she whispered, her own climax surging through her.
Liam grunted again, struggling to hold himself upright. Emma fought against the urge to peek into the bathroom, worried that he might see her on her knees, fulfilling her own fantasies. It was an information she never meant to share with him.
After finally unwinding, slumping down, and leaning against the shower spray, she steadily stood up. Huntig for something to clean up with, all she could find was one of Nolan's t-shirts. She moved away from the door before wiping her wet cum off her thighs and hands. Quickly throwing it back into his dirty laundry bag, she rushed over to her phone and fled from the door. The shower shut off right as she closed the door behind her.
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