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Liam
As Ty finished gasping, I gazed down at that sexy-as-fuck body covered in his cum.
“I might have to pull out so I don’t wreck this hole,” I warned, but he reached around and grabbed my ass.
I wanted to cut loose, give that ass my all, but I knew better. Had to fucking control that for Ty.
“No. Do it like this,” he insisted as he clung to my ass cheek.
Damned if I was going to let him down. Not for his first time with a guy. Not when all I wanted was to worship him like the sex god he was.
I succumbed to his wish while controlling this beast I wanted to unleash on that hole. I could do that another time, when he was used to having me inside him like this. And fuck, how badly I wanted him to be used to having my dick in him.
“Come in me, Liam.” And it only took a few more thrusts before I felt myself blow in the condom inside him.
Ty threw his head back, like he could fucking feel me spewing.
I collapsed onto him, hooking my arms under his, breathing against his neck.
A part of me wanted to step past my barrier, break down and kiss him like I’d wanted to when we were fucking, but no. It was a step I wasn’t ready for.
Instead, I gazed down at him, enjoying the way his sweat glistened across his forehead and the way his cum felt against my belly.
A bead of sweat rushed down my bangs, dripped onto his face, and Ty smiled, leaned up, and licked my forehead. I laughed at the playfulness of the maneuver.
Christ, I was a lucky man to be lying on an air mattress, balls-deep in Ty, sharing this afterglow with a man who couldn’t have known how truly special he was.
His expression twisted up. “That wasn’t bad, was it?”
“No. That wasverygood,” I assured him. “All of it.” I licked up his cheek, figuring if he could get a taste of me, then I deserved one of him. “I should probably give you a moment, though.”
I started to move back, but Ty clung to my ass just as tightly as when he’d wanted me to stay inside him while we were fucking.
“Stay like this. You said you wanted to wait until I begged. I’m begging right now.”
Did he realize what he did to me? How he was playing with my emotions?
Because all I wanted was to pleasure him. To make him unbearably happy.
“Then I’m all yours,” I said, and I meant it.
I tugged him close but kept my weight on my elbows so as not to crush him. As I studied his face, I realized it would have been so easy to offer a peck, something subtle on those perfect lips of his, but instead, I moved close and pushed my cheek against his, buried my face into it.
“It feels so good being inside you,” I whispered against his skin.
“Pretty awesome being under you too.”
I enjoyed his comment with a smile before taking another nibble at his flesh, making my way to his ear, taking the lobe into my mouth, teasing at it with my teeth.
Why couldn’t we have been back at my condo, sharing this moment? Why couldn’t I have had him in my bed? A pang of guilt rippled through me as I realized that it had to be like it was.
Nothing different, nothing changed.
Because if everything hadn’t happened as it had, I never would have been able to open up to him. That night after Sidetrack, he would have stormed off, maybe spent a frustrated night on my couch before heading back to Atlanta and rarely speaking to me again.
How else would we have wound up in one another’s arms, caving to that spark that had ignited instantly, that had only intensified over time? If everything that happened had to so that we could share this, wasn’t it worth it? For me, yes. But how cruel to wish such an experience on Ty. He didn’t deserve to be swept up in my past, my mistakes. I’d been selfish to want to be close to him, to draw him into my world when I should have known the danger involved.
