19
Ty
Liam leaned down and pressed his lips in the middle of my chest again, offering a soft yet firm kiss—and it was effortless to imagine what it would have been like to have his lips against mine. There was something so sensuous about the way he took his time, the way his tongue flicked against my skin.
He knew exactly what he was doing to my body. As he kissed, the combination with the sensations roused by the way his thumb encircled my nipple was overwhelming, like the two feelings battled it out within my body, trying to call my attention to how spectacular it all felt.
He kissed down my abs, to my navel, his tongue lingering around the rim before he continued down to my cock.
He didn’t go right for it, though.
He took his time kissing around it, making an outline around the shaft. As he finally pulled his thumb from my nipple, he let his hand travel down my body.
I got so much pleasure from his touch, but there was a sting within me because it wasn’t enough. I still felt this emptiness, as though he was depriving me of so much more than he was offering.
He finally took my cock into his mouth, as he had before, and offered me what I’d eagerly been wanting as he rubbed his hand against my abs. There was something that felt so studied about his movements, like he’d mastered the art, not just over the male body, but mine specifically…or maybe he was just paying such careful attention to my movements that he picked up on the subtlest of things that turned me on, like how for some inexplicable reason I enjoyed the way he was rubbing my stomach like that.
He ran his tongue up and down my shaft carefully, precisely. I could feel it throbbing and pulsing as he gripped it with his other hand and hooked his finger and thumb around the base before taking my full length into his mouth. He repaid me for my own efforts on his dick before pulling his mouth free and asking, “Do you mind if I rim you?”
I wouldn’t have minded doing much with him, even giving him my ass all the way that night. I was uneasy about it, but if he’d needed that, he could have had it.
Didn’t he understand that he could have had anything he wanted from me?
“I’d love that,” I admitted, looking down at the grin painted across his face.
There was a certain arrogance in his expression, like he knew just how happy he could make me. Like he knew how fucking crazy he could make me with his touch, and I loved him knowing the power he held over me.
I trusted him with that power.
He licked down to my ass, and I pulled my thighs back, offering that up to him as he slid his tongue along the rim, teasing me with it as he continued caressing me with his hand, as though he knew what pace to move at to keep me climbing.
“God, you’re so good at that, Liam.”
I felt his smile against my ass before he continued. I cherished the experience, worked to enjoy it as much as I could because there was this part of me that feared at some point he would pull away or deny me once again.
I couldn’t have borne it, not after he’d offered me that much. He’d dragged me out into the depths of the ocean, like a riptide, and I was either going to go with this or drown.
He slid his hand down to my cock and gripped it firmly. It throbbed in his grasp as he offered a calm stroke. That he was so methodical, so measured in his movements, only drove me that much crazier.
He pulled his lips from my hole and offered a gentle massage with two fingers, working me up. He pulled them away, and I could feel how wet they were when he placed them back against my hole and slid them in slowly, my body allowing them in. Keeping his fingers inside me, he crawled back, his breath hitting against my balls and ass. I looked down at him, noticing how he was just staring at me, watching my body as I convulsed from the way he’d worked me up.
“I’m gonna make you come,” he said. “But I’m only going to release you when I can tell you need it, when I can tell you’re on that edge between agony and ecstasy, and I promise to give you the best fucking orgasm of your life. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes.”
Who the fuck said no to something like that?
He pulled his hand away from my cock and licked his palm before returning it to stroke me.
Pushing his fingers farther into me, he leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth, his tongue moving in a frenzy, like he was trying to take me all the way to the end as fast as he could.
And it was working.
I grunted and moaned as the pressure built, my balls heavy as I felt my arousal inching its way free.
However, just as soon as I thought I might shoot one out, he pulled away, stilling his hand on my shaft but continuing to push his fingers inside me.
I was right there…so fucking close, my body in anticipation, and the way he’d left me hanging, it was like my body couldn’t fucking handle it.
