He gives me a few more tortures pumps before he pulls out completely and rolls the condom off with wild urgency. I lean over the vanity for support and turn my head to watch him and my softening cock twitches one more time as he grabs my hip and gives his cock a few shallow, quick strokes and with a roar spills his load all over my ass and my lower back.
After he's done, he rests his forehead on the back of my neck, breathing heavily, seemingly waiting for his world to come back to him, just like I have mere seconds ago.
We stand like this for a few moments, in a silence that's filled only with the sounds of our breaths, with his come dripping down my back. Claiming me Liam's.
Chapter Seventeen
Xander
A GRAVITATIONAL PULL I'm not accustomed to calls to me, drawing me in before I even open my eyes. For the third time today.
My mouth curls up into a smile, and I roll to my left, to the source. I open up my eyes deliberately slowly. The more of Liam makes its way into my consciousness and my view, the more at ease I become.
Liam's lying on his stomach, eyes closed, one hand tucked under his cheek, the other resting above his head. With my afternoon nap still coursing through my system I sigh and take him in, the vastness of his muscular back, the warmth of his skin, miles and miles of it from the back of his neck to where my duvet starts on his lower back, barely high enough to cover up his ass.
"Morning," I murmur, a smile shining through my voice.
Liam smiles, but his eyes remain closed. "I think the day is ending, actually."
My eyes dart to where the afternoon sun fails to creep inside from behind the shades we hadn't bothered to open for two days, lost in a stew of takeout, and naps and sex. "Doesit matter?" It does seem like such an insignificant detail when everything I could ever want is right here, in this room.
Liam's eyes slowly slide open, and when they meet mine, he smiles. "It does actually." He yawns and sits up, his pecks flexing as he stretches. He then grabs his phone and checks the time. "My shift starts in an hour."
"Nooooo," I whine and roll around the bed that's been serving as our temporary home, a brothel, a restaurant and an entertainment center. "You can stay another day. Or a week. Or, you know, a lifetime."
Liam stretches his torso and grabs his t-shirt that's been lying discarded on the floor since Friday. "We can't stay here forever," he says as he pulls it on, and I already miss the view of his naked skin. "Besides, I already skipped two training sessions. I can't skip work, too."
Oh, hell. Who invented the outside, anyway?
I give myself a long, full-body stretch, relishing in the way I know he looks at me, even if I can’t see it with my eyes closed. Finally, with a heavy sigh, I sit up as well, scoot closer to Liam and connect my lips with his in a deep, mind-bending kiss that ends way too quickly. I look up to the ceiling and pretend to ponder, before I nod and say, "After careful consideration, I have decided to grant you temporary leave."
He raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh?"
"There's a condition, though."
Liam chuckles. "Of course there is." He grabs my hips and pulls me even closer, without breaking a sweat. "And what would that be?"
"I get to walk you to work.Afterwe take a long, nice shower."
***
"AGAIN?" LIAM ASKS as I take a sharp left later that evening, dragging him by his hand, leading him down yet another shadowed alley I had no idea existed. Interesting how much you get to learn about the city you live in when you really,reallydon't want to let someone go.
"I told you, we're taking the scenic route," I say, adjusting my hold on his hand, because yep, we're freaking hand-holding now and I can't get over how ridiculously giddy it makes me.
"Is this part of the obstacle shenanigans? Making me late?" he asks, all the while matching my snail's pace.
"Yes. You don't get to pick and choose. Also, you pronounced keeping you close wrong."
I continue to drag him around as we chit chat, flirt and laugh our way to the general neighborhood of Skin on Skin, walking past its longitude for the third time, far enough not to have to think about lending Liam out to the club for the night, but close enough to get there within five minutes, because I'm actually keeping time.
"How many more times are you going to ask me?" Liam inquires after I make him recite the access code to my building for the fifth time.
"I just don't want you to wake me at four in the morning," I say, because of course I made him promise to come back to my place right after his shift.
"Oh, really?" He pinches the side of my waist, making me squirm. "I don't remember you complaining last night."
"See, that's where you get confused." I lower my voice as we pass another couple, and—
