Thrill Seeker by Kristina Lloyd

lump. ‘Designed with you in mind, the anatomy of your cunt.’
    My body responded as if he’d stroked, not the dil, but me. ‘Can I see?’ I asked.
    Liam handed me the piece. The intimacy of the exchange moved me, leaving me choked, but I hid it well. Liam’s hands had been inside me so often and he’d combined this knowledge of my body with his talent and skill to design an item we could use together to make sex even more magical. I caressed the hard, rippled surface, fingertips running over a hundred tiny chisel-marks, each one chipped by Liam. Had he been thinking about us as he’d carved, flakes of wood falling around his feet, his cock lifting in his combats?
    I suddenly didn’t want to tell him about Den. Liam was so sensitive and earnest, so considerate and good, that my fantasies, relative to his world, seemed corrupt, black and ugly. Liam wasn’t judgmental but, nonetheless, I feared introducing the concept of Den might sully what we shared. How, after Liam had spent hours carving a dil to give me pleasure, could I explain I’d been flicking my bean over a bloke I’d found on the internet who’d hung up on me after saying, ‘I don’t give a single fuck what you like’? Oh, and that this stranger had been stalking me, had threatened to kidnap me, and I hadn’t called the cops?
    ‘It’s beautiful,’ I said. ‘Thank you.’ I inhaled the wood, savouring its bright scent. ‘And big! And hard. I’m worried it might hurt.’
    Liam smiled. ‘It’s not finished yet. I could smooth it down if you want but I thought the texture might feel nice. It needs to dry for a few weeks then I’ll seal it with—’
    ‘Whoa, hang on! Are you saying I don’t get to test drive this till autumn? Too cruel!’
    Liam laughed. ‘I’m never cruel.’ He said it as if it were a bonus. ‘Do you like it?’
    ‘Adore it.’
    Liam tipped back several gulps of cider then grinned at me. ‘Last time …’ he began. He thumbed the rim of his bottle. I recalled Liam coming in my mouth, the crash downstairs, and all that had happened since then.
    ‘It was … I felt different,’ Liam continued. ‘Maybe it was the storm. I felt like I’d released something.’
    ‘You did that all right.’
    Liam laughed. ‘Something primal, aggressive. Dunno. For some reason, I felt like I could give in to an urge. An urge I can’t quite explain. I keep re-living that night in my mind.’
    I felt guilty because I hadn’t thought about it much. I’d been preoccupied with the mysteries of Den, distracted by a disappointing date, stressed at work. ‘It was great,’ I said. ‘And you can always be primal and aggressive with me. As if you need telling.’
    Liam moved towards me, grinning. ‘Roar,’ he said jokily. I tried to overlook his self-consciousness.
    He knelt by my chair, stroked a hand along my jaw and leaned in for a kiss. His lips were cider-cooled and moist. I held him close, sliding my fingers into the red-brown curls at the nape of his neck.
    He pulled away. ‘Mmm,’ he said, smiling. He stroked a hand down my chest, skimmed my breasts through my clothes then nudged my top higher so he could caress my bare waist. ‘You make me massively horny,’ he whispered.
    His hands felt good. I gripped his hair again, tugging at his short curls, encouraging him to be more forceful. He groaned in pleasure, which wasn’t the result I’d been aiming for. Slipping a hand under his faded T-shirt, I scraped his back with my short nails. He arched his spine, giving a hiss of enjoyment. I moved in for a kiss and pulled on his lower lip,sucking it between my teeth, nipping hard before he slipped away.
    ‘Ah!’ He dabbed a hand to his mouth, checking for blood.
    I grinned and he stared back before it dawned on him I was offering a challenge. He laughed lightly and moved between my knees, reading my body language and responding to my tacit invitation he take control. He pushed my arms up against the leather chair, pinning me with