“Ugh,” I complain.
I do a quick look around to make sure no one is watching, and then I duck under. Liam drops the tarpaulin, and we’re inside the Hook a Duck tent. Thankfully, there’s a dim light on in here otherwise it’d be pitch black.
“Okay, so we’re in here. Now what?”
“Now, you hook a duck.” He grins and picks up a stick that has a wire hook on the end. He points to what can only be described as a fake pond in the middle of the stall with rubber duckies floating around it.
“So, that’s it? I just use this stick and hook a duck on it.”
“Well, yeah.” He gives me a stupid look. “It’s not as easy as it looks.”
“Sure it’s not.” I snatch the stick from him.
Liam leans against the edge of the fake pond and folds his arms, watching me. “Go on then. Hook a duck, Boston.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. I put my bag on the floor and set Squishy on top of it. Then, I hover my stick over the water.
I try to catch one of the little fuckers—I really do—but they’re moving a lot quicker than I realized, and they’re all bumping into each other, knocking the others away.
I nearly catch one, but another bumps into it and knocks the fucker away from my hook.
“Little bastard,” I hiss.
Liam laughs. “You can’t call a duck a bastard.”
“It’s not a real duck.” I give him a look. “Aha! Got one!” I proudly lift my stick with the duck hanging on the end of it. “So, now what?”
“What do you mean, now what?”
“I mean, now what happens?”
“Nothing. That’s it. Well, you win a prize, but considering that we broke in here, taking a prize would be stealing.”
“Oh.” I take the duck off the stick, stand the stick against the pond, and set the duck on the small ledge below. “Well, it just feels kind of…anticlimactic now.” I lean against the pond next to him.
“Anticlimactic, huh? How about I make you feel climactic?”
I turn my face, meeting his gaze, and see the desire right there in his eyes. “Here?” I whisper.
“You wanted to have sex outside. It’s on your list.”
“Yeah, but this is hardly outside. We’re in a tent filled with a fake pond, rubber ducks, and cheap toys.”
“Well, I’ve always wanted to fuck before an audience.” He gives me a sexy smile. Putting his hand on my thigh, he slides it upward, taking my dress with it.
“You’re not a stranger. I said I wanted to fuck a stranger.”
He leans his face down to mine. His breath is burning over my lips, and I’m suddenly in dire need of his kiss.
“So, pretend I’m a stranger.”
I lift my eyes to his. “So…just pretend like I don’t know you?”
“Mmhmm.” He brushes his lips over mine, softly, teasingly. “You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. We’re two strangers with insane chemistry that we need to fuck out.”
I graze my lip with my teeth.
Next thing I know, he’s in front of me, pulling me against his body and kissing me, hard.
I wind my fingers into his hair, gripping, as his tongue explores my mouth.
He steps forward, moving me back against the pond. His hand comes up my side to cup my breast.
“The rubber duck is jabbing me in the ass,” I whisper against his mouth.
Liam rumbles out a laugh. “Lucky fucking duck.” He reaches behind me and moves the duck out of the way. “Better?” he asks.
“Much,” I say, cupping his face and bringing his lips back down to mine.
The kiss quickly turns heated. I reach for Liam’s zipper and pull it down. I put my hand inside, and moving his boxer shorts out of the way, I wrap my hand around his hard cock.
He moans over my lips. He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it up over my hips, running a hand over my ass.
He pauses and stares down at me. “Thong?” he asks, fingering the thin scrap of material between my ass cheeks.
“Easier access.” I shrug.
A grin covers his face. “God, you’re so fucking hot. Turn around, and bend over,” he orders.
I do as he said. In practice, it is not easy on a fake pond. So, I have to hold onto the pond edge with my hands.
Liam’s hand smooths over my ass cheek. Then, he spanks it.
“Shit,” I hiss, more surprised than hurt. Actually, it didn’t hurt at all. It actually felt good.
“Did that hurt?”
“No.” I can hear the blatant sex in my voice, so I’m sure he can, too.
His hand is stroking my ass cheek. “All that talk of spanking earlier…I thought you deserved one before I fucked you.”
“Just the one spank?” I grin back at him.
He slaps my ass again, and I moan.
“You like being spanked?” he asks. His voice is low and gravelly. So incredibly sexy.
But then everything about him is sexy. Like the way he’s taking his time to fuck me in here, a place where we could be caught at any moment.
I think part of that is what turns him on. And it turns me on, too.
I never realized I was an exhibitionist. I’m learning a lot about myself from being with Liam.