After the bonfire, Olivia and Jed's minds are thinking of the same thing. Even if they don't utter Olivia sat across from Jed at the dinner table, her eyes thoughtful as she swirled the wine in her glass. The conversation had been circling this topic for days, and now, she was ready to confront it head-on. She leaned forward slightly, her voice soft but carrying an unmistakable edge.

"Jed, I need to know—do you really want this?" she asked, her gaze piercing through him. "Do you truly understand what you’re asking for?"

Jed swallowed hard, already feeling the tension in the room. "I…I think so," he replied, though his voice wavered. "I mean, it’s something we’ve talked about, right? It’s just a fantasy…"

Olivia’s eyes narrowed, and she shook her head slowly. "It’s not just a fantasy, Jed. If we go through with this, it’s real. There are real consequences, real emotions at play. Have you thought about what it would mean if I let another man touch me…if I let him do more than just touch?"

Jed’s heart pounded in his chest as he listened, his mind racing. "I trust you," he said, though the words felt hollow. "I know you wouldn’t…"

"But what if I did?" Olivia interrupted, her voice firm. "What if I let him have me, completely? What if he didn’t just touch me, but made me his? What if his cum ended up inside me, filling me up in a way you haven’t in a long time? Would you still want this, Jed?"

He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Olivia continued, her tone growing more intense. "Think about it, Jed. What if I got pregnant from him? What if it was his child I carried, not yours? Would you be able to look at me, knowing that another man’s seed took root inside me? That his cum was the one that made me a mother?"

Jed’s breathing grew heavier as he imagined the scenario she described. His mind filled with conflicting emotions—fear, arousal, jealousy. "I…I don’t know," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Olivia leaned back in her chair, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. "You don’t know?" she echoed, tilting her head slightly. "Or is it that the thought of it excites you, even though you don’t want to admit it? The idea of losing control, of knowing that another man’s cum did what yours couldn’t…doesn’t that turn you on, Jed?"

His face flushed as he struggled to find the right words. "It’s not that simple, Olivia," he said, his voice shaking. "It’s just…"

"It’s just what?" she pressed, her voice softening but still carrying that challenging edge. "That you want it, but you’re afraid to admit how much? That the thought of me being with another man, of him cumming inside me, makes you feel something you’ve never felt before?"

Jed felt a wave of heat wash over him as her words penetrated deep into his psyche. He tried to shift in his seat, but the growing arousal made it difficult to hide his reaction. "Maybe," he admitted finally, his voice trembling with both fear and excitement.

Olivia’s smile widened as she leaned forward again, her eyes locked onto his. "Do you realize what that would mean, Jed?" she asked, her tone more serious now. "If I let him do this, it’s not something we can just take back. His cum inside me could change everything. What if I did get pregnant? What if every time you looked at me, you knew it was his child I was carrying? That the life growing inside me was a result of his dominance over me, over you?"

Jed’s pulse raced as she painted the picture with her words. The image of Olivia, pregnant with another man’s child, flooded his mind. The thought both terrified and aroused him to the core. He could barely breathe, his chest tight with the intensity of his emotions.

"Would you still love me, Jed?" she asked, her voice now tinged with a softness that made the question all the more cutting. "Or would you love me even more, knowing that I gave myself to another man in such an intimate, irreversible way? Would it make you feel more devoted to me, more willing to do whatever I ask?"

He could feel himself losing control, the tension building to a breaking point. "Olivia, I…" he started, but the words stuck in his throat.

She stood up and moved around the table, slowly closing the distance between them. Standing in front of him, she bent down to whisper in his ear, "Would you raise that child, Jed? Knowing it’s not yours, but his? Would you still crave me, knowing that every time I carry our baby, it’s a reminder of what he did to me, to us?"

Jed’s mind spun, unable to reconcile the conflicting emotions within him. The intensity of the moment was too much. He could feel the pressure building inside him, a raw need that defied logic or reason.

"And what if," she continued, her voice dropping even lower, "what if I enjoyed it so much that I wanted it again? What if I wanted his cum inside me more than yours? What would you do then, Jed? Would you let him have me again, knowing that you’d never fully satisfy me the way he does?"

His body tensed as the pressure reached its peak. Without warning, he felt the release—hot, intense, and uncontrollable. He gasped as his body shuddered, the sheer force of his orgasm catching him off guard. There was no touch, no stimulation—just the power of her words, her presence, and the vivid images she had painted in his mind.

Jed’s face turned crimson with embarrassment as the realization hit him. He had cum, right there in his pants, without even being touched. The shame and arousal mingled, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at Olivia, his gaze fixed on the table as he struggled to catch his breath.

Olivia’s smile softened as she gently lifted his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes. "Now you see, Jed," she said softly, but with a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "This isn’t just a fantasy anymore, is it? It’s something deeper, something that has a hold on you in a way you can’t control."

She kissed his forehead gently, her touch surprisingly tender. "And that’s okay," she whispered. "Because as long as you’re mine, that’s all that matters. We’ll figure out the rest together."

Jed nodded weakly, still reeling from the intensity of the moment. He felt drained, emotionally and physically, but also more connected to Olivia than ever before. The shame of his climax still lingered, but so did the raw, unfiltered connection they had just shared.

As Olivia pulled away, she gave him one last, knowing look. "But remember, Jed," she said, her voice regaining that playful, teasing edge, "this is just the beginning."

The shed creaked as Liam worked, the sound of the hammer pounding nails into wood echoed around the small space. Olivia stood just outside, her heart hammering in her chest. She watched him, every muscle in his back and arms flexing with each swing of the hammer. The sweat glistened on his skin, darkening the fabric of his shirt, making it cling to him in a way that left little to the imagination.

She felt the tension between them, a charged current that had been building for days, ever since that moment in his apartment. That eye contact. She still couldn’t get it out of her mind—the way he had looked at her, the intensity in his eyes as he came, his body shuddering with pleasure. It was a moment that had ignited something deep within her, something she hadn’t realized was there. And now, here she was, about to take a step she could never undo.

“Liam,” she called out, her voice trembling slightly.

He paused, turning to face her, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Yeah?”

She swallowed hard, her mouth dry. “We need to talk.”

He set the hammer down and wiped his hands on his jeans, his gaze never leaving hers. “What’s going on, Liv? You look… nervous.”

She took a deep breath, steeling herself. “It’s about me and Jed. We’ve been trying to get pregnant, but… it’s not happening.”

Liam’s expression softened, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes. “I’m sorry to hear that, but… why are you telling me this?”

Olivia hesitated, the words sticking in her throat. This was harder than she’d expected. She knew what she was about to ask was beyond anything she’d ever imagined, but the need was too great, the desire too overwhelming to ignore.

“We need your help,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “We need… your seed.”

Liam’s eyes widened, and he took a step back. “What? You want me to…?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Just to help us. It’s not… it’s not what you think. It’s just… we need this.”

Liam’s jaw tightened, his gaze hardening as he stared at her. “And Jed’s okay with this? He’s just fine with you asking another man to…?”

“He knows,” she quickly interjected. “He’s the one who suggested it, actually. He wants this as much as I do.”

Liam shook his head, disbelief written across his features. “I don’t know, Liv. This is… this is a lot. I’m not just going to fuck you raw without knowing what the hell is really going on.”

Olivia felt a pang of frustration. She had hoped he would understand, that he would just go along with it. But of course, it wasn’t that simple. “It’s not about fucking,” she said, her voice strained. “It’s about… making this work. We just need your seed, Liam. That’s all.”

Liam took another step closer, his presence overwhelming as he loomed over her. “Liv, you and I both know this isn’t just about that. There’s something else going on here.”

She clenched her fists, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. “I’m just trying to make this work. Jed and I… we’ve tried everything. This is our last option.”

His gaze softened, but there was still that edge of skepticism in his eyes. He reached out, cupping her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. “You’re asking me to do something that goes way beyond a simple favor, Liv. If I’m going to do this, I need to know exactly what’s going on. No more half-truths.”

Olivia’s resolve wavered under his intense gaze. She wanted to deny it, to insist that this was just about the baby, but the truth was, it wasn’t. There was more at stake here, more tangled emotions and unspoken desires. And she knew Liam could see right through her.

She bit her lip, her heart pounding as she struggled to find the words. “I… I just want this to work. I want to… to feel you. To know what it’s like.”

Liam’s eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in his gaze. “So it’s not just about the baby.”

Olivia’s breath hitched, the confession hanging in the air between them, heavy and undeniable. “No. It’s not.”

Liam’s grip tightened on her chin, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. “You want to be fucked, don’t you, Liv? You want to be taken, to be filled until you can’t think straight.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, the raw intensity of his words sending a shiver down her spine. “Yes,” she breathed, the admission escaping her lips before she could stop it.

“Fuck,” Liam muttered, his other hand gripping her shoulder. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with a mixture of fear and anticipation. “Then show me.”

Liam’s expression darkened, the conflict raging within him visible in the tense line of his jaw, the way his eyes burned with a mix of lust and restraint. But then he stepped back, releasing her.

“Kneel,” he commanded, his voice a low growl.

Olivia’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing as she slowly sank to her knees in front of him. The dirt was rough against her skin, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her body. Her hands trembled as she reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle as she tried to undo it. The metal was cold against her fingers, sending a jolt through her already frayed nerves.

Liam watched her, his gaze unyielding, his presence overwhelming. She could feel the weight of his eyes on her, the tension thickening in the air around them. The leather of his belt slid through the loops of his jeans with a soft hiss, the sound almost deafening in the silence.

Her breath caught as she finally freed the buckle, her hands moving to the button of his jeans. Her fingers brushed against the rough fabric, the warmth of his body seeping through, making her pulse quicken. She could feel the hardness beneath, the way his cock strained against the denim, and it sent a wave of anticipation rushing through her.

As she pulled his jeans down, revealing the thick base of his cock, Olivia’s breath hitched in her throat. He was huge—thicker than she had imagined, the head swollen and glistening with precum. The sight of it, so close, so real, made her mouth water, her thoughts scattering in a haze of lust and need.

The scent of him hit her next—musky, raw, overwhelmingly masculine. It was intoxicating, filling her senses, making her lightheaded. His groin hair was dark and wiry, a stark contrast to the smooth, flawless skin of her face. She couldn’t help but stare, her eyes drinking in every detail, every inch of his cock.

Liam’s hand tangled in her hair, his grip firm as he guided her closer. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, his voice rough with need.

She obeyed, her lips parting as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of precum that had gathered at the tip. The taste of him was intense, sending a shiver down her spine as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around the thick shaft.

Liam groaned, the sound deep and primal, as she began to suck, her head bobbing up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His cock filled her mouth, stretching her lips wide, the heat of him searing her tongue. The scent of his balls, rich and earthy, mingled with the salty tang of sweat, creating a heady mix that made her pulse race.

She could feel his cock throbbing against her tongue, the thick veins pulsing with each beat of his heart. The base of him was thick, like the head of a baseball bat, and she marveled at the sheer size of him, the way he filled her completely, leaving no room for anything else.

Liam’s hips thrust forward, driving his cock deeper into her mouth, and Olivia gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat. But she didn’t pull away—instead, she took him deeper, her lips wrapping tightly around the base of his shaft. She could feel the rough texture of his groin hair against her cheeks, the overwhelming scent of him filling her nostrils, making her lightheaded.

“Fuck, Liv,” Liam groaned, his voice strained as he thrust into her mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair. “You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, his words sending a jolt of arousal through her, making her core ache with need. She could feel her own wetness pooling between her thighs, the slick heat of it making her squirm as she sucked him harder, her tongue swirling around the thick head, tasting every inch of him.

Liam’s groans grew louder, more urgent, and Olivia knew he was close. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his cock pulsed against her tongue, the heat of him almost unbearable. She sucked him harder, faster, her head bobbing in a desperate rhythm, wanting nothing more than to feel him come undone in her mouth.

She could taste him, the salty tang of his precum mixing with the earthy musk of his skin. The scent of sex filled the air, thick and intoxicating, as she lost herself in the act, her own arousal growing with each passing moment.

Liam’s breathing grew heavier, his hips starting to move as he thrust into her mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. She gagged slightly but pushed through it, her hands gripping his thighs as she took him as deep as she could.

The sensation of him filling her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue, sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She could feel herself getting wetter, her panties soaked through as she knelt there, offering herself to him in the most intimate way possible.

Time seemed to slow as she focused on him, on the way his cock felt in her mouth, the way he groaned with each thrust. She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles tensed as he got closer and closer to the edge.

Liam’s hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as he thrust harder, his cock swelling in her mouth as he approached his climax. Olivia moaned around him, the vibration sending shivers down his spine as he finally lost control.

With a guttural groan, Liam came, the first hot spurt of cum hitting the back of her throat. Olivia moaned again, swallowing eagerly as he continued to spill into her mouth, the taste of him filling her senses. His hips jerked with each pulse, the force of his release almost overwhelming as he emptied himself into her.

She didn’t stop, didn’t pull away as he filled her mouth with his seed. Instead, she relished the taste of him, the way he felt against her tongue, the way his cum coated her mouth, her lips. She wanted more—needed more—as she sucked him dry, her own body trembling with need.

When it was over, Liam slowly pulled away, his cock slipping from her mouth with a soft pop. Olivia looked up at him, her lips swollen and glistening with his cum, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him one last time as she caught her breath.

But Liam’s expression was unreadable as he looked down at her, his chest still heaving from the intensity of his release. There was a long, charged silence between them, the weight of what they had just done hanging in the air.

Finally, Liam broke the silence, his voice rough and low. “I need to talk to Jed. We need to figure out what this is all about.”

Olivia nodded, her heart still pounding in her chest. She knew this wasn’t over—not by a long shot. But for now, she was content to sit there, savoring the taste of him on her tongue, the memory of his cock filling her mouth still fresh in her mind.

As Liam pulled up his jeans and turned to leave the shed, Olivia watched him go, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew they had crossed a line, but she also knew there was no going back. And deep down, she didn’t want to. Not now, not ever.