18
Liam
When I’d turned away from Ty, I’d felt like an asshole. Even worse, when I’d tried to explain why, he’d freaked out and run off. After everything that had happened, everything we’d talked about, I was amazed he would believe I was rejecting him.
I was done pushing him away.
We were already in too deep, and every moment we opened up more to one another only made me that much more aware of how much I wanted him. And how much he wanted me.
Yes, I could have continued to fight and tolerate the sting of denying him, but I wouldn’t have asked him to do the same. Not when it clearly burned in his own heart and body the same as it did in mine. Not when I could take away that pain so easily.
I meant what I said about protecting him from pain, and I worked to prove it as I made myself a servant to his cock. However, even though I was willing to push forward, a kiss was too much for me. I couldn’t give him that, not yet, at least. Even though a part of me wanted it, I had to hold myself back.
Not that being on my knees, worshipping his cock, was something to scoff at. No, that was heaven as I felt his skin inside my mouth, against my tongue, smelled his pubes, tasted his flesh.
As I pulled my lips back to the head, I gripped his shaft and licked down the side. When I reached his balls, I took one into my mouth, sliding my tongue around it. I reveled in the sensation of that mixed with the sound of his moan, of every shaky breath he took as he gripped the back of my head, encouraging me in my work.
Everything within me told me this was right, but my obsession with his smell, his taste, his pleasure scattered my thoughts. Logic and reason, those things I valued so much, were lost to reckless abandon as I caved to the sort of passion I so often judged others for falling prey to. I’d enjoyed caving to lust before, plenty within my lifetime. That was, if anything, a business transaction, an exchange to feel the pleasure of physical chemistry.
Ty wasn’t that.
The sensations that raced through me weren’t just sexual. They were so much more—like I’d finally touched on the only emotions worth living for.
I cupped his ass cheeks firmly in my hands as I took his thick cock back into my mouth and pushed it back, burying my face against his pubes and taking a deep breath.
“Liam, your mouth feels so good,” Ty whispered so softly, it was as though the words weren’t even intended for my ears.
I finally managed to force myself free of his dick and push to my feet.
He seemed stunned by the movement, disappointed that I left him unattended to, something that made me swell with pride since it meant he must’ve been enjoying it.
Of course he was enjoying it, though. I had plenty of expertise to impress him with.
But that was just it—Iwantedto impress him.
“I want you naked,” I told him, grabbing the hem of his shirt. “Now.”
He raised his hands over his head as I pulled it off, exposing that beautiful body I knew was under it. That chest, those abs he worked hard on at the gym that deserved to be appreciated.
He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and boxers.
Totally exposed before me, he grabbed my belt to help me strip, but I said, “No, no. Give me a moment to enjoy this.”
His eyes lit up with the fire of desire. I was greedy to stand there and take in his beauty, and it was clear he didn’t have any issue with that.
“Close your eyes,” I demanded, and he obeyed, so easily, so willingly.
I rested my hands on his shoulders and felt him tremble. Rubbing my thumbs into his skin, I worked to soothe him with a gentle massage before sliding my hands across his flesh, to those thick pecs. I growled softly as I caressed down his body, taking in every curve, every dip, every line in his chest, his abs. I stepped around him, moving slowly, probing with my hands as I memorized the way his body felt against my fingers and palms.
Ty didn’t interrupt.
He’d handed over his will to me, trusting I was here to satisfy him, which I was. When I was behind him, I crouched, running my hands down his sides. As my hands reached his ass cheeks, I kneaded the flesh, enjoying how they felt between my fingers and thumbs. Leaning forward, I nibbled against the small of his back. His body shifted, and as I glanced up, I saw him roll his head back.
Rock-hard, full of hunger and need, I pushed to my feet and stepped around him until we were face-to-face again, his eyes still closed like he was showing me how obedient he could be.
“Now open your eyes,” I commanded, and as he did, he stared me down, looking me right in the eyes, like the fearless kid he was. I detected a sort of curiosity in his expression about my interests.
Leaning down, I hooked an arm around his legs and threw him over my shoulder before tossing him on the bed. His body shook the mattress, made the springs squeak, and he chuckled, his smile revealing how much he was enjoying the playfulness of the experience.
