“I know you’re not using me Jack. I see the honesty and sincerity in your eyes and feel it in your touch. This thing,” I motioned back and forth between us, “has being building slowly between us for over eighteen months. I’m not sure anyone could honestly say we’re rushing into anything. You’re going to be amazing,” I said to him. “We’regoing to be amazing. My body was made to receive you, but we can take it nice and slow.” I waggled my brows at him and smiled playfully, “Now take me to your bedroom.” Jack gave me a wicked grin and took a step backwards, grabbing my hand and gently tugging me along with him. It was obvious he knew his space well, as he never turned around to see where we were going.
“Stay, Charlie,” Jack commanded as the dog began to follow us. “We don’t need an audience,” he told me. “I don’t think either of us wants to be surprised by a cold, wet nose pressed against our asses.” Charlie whined but complied, throwing himself down with a dramatic thump beside the couch.
“My hot tongue maybe,” I offered Jack and watched his eyes darken with lust as he nearly tripped over his own two feet. His mouth opened, but no words came out and I loved that I rendered him speechless as he continued to move us closer and closer to his room.
Jack’s bedroom was hidden behind a tall and wide decorative stone wall that acted as a large room divider; you couldn’t see any of his room from the other areas of the loft. Once inside his room, I wanted to look around to get a feel of his private space, but I only had eyes for his king size bed where I knew all the magic was about to happen.
I hummed happily in my throat and then turned my focus back on Jack’s face. I still saw the raw lust he was feeling for me, but I also saw some nervousness. That wasn’t a moment to be nervous, because anything that happened between us would only be amazing and beautiful. It drove home the fact that I was about to be Jack’s first in every way that counted. Nothing he shared with anyone else would mean as much to him. I don’t know how I knew it; I just did. It was time for him to know it too. I released Jack’s hand and slowly lifted my shirt up and over my head, tossing my shirt to the floor. I made the first move and waited with bated breath for him to counter.
MY FIRST THOUGHTat seeing Liam shirtless before me was how beautiful he looked and my second thought was that I feared for his safety once I finally got my hands on him. As I said to him, my body had been aching to have him for so long that I was afraid I would lose control. I never wanted to be a lover without finesse who used a body to get off with no regard for my lover’s comfort, taking all the pleasure without giving any in return. I would never forgive myself if I hurt him. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer in my chest and my lungs burned from holding my breath for too long. All of my blood started to rush to my dick and I became incapable of stringing coherent thoughts together.Take him. Claim him. Make him mine.That was about all my brain could muster at that particular moment, but I refused to listen.
I closed the small gap between us and placed my shaking hands on his bare skin for the first time. This was real and no longer a fantasy. He was my living, breathing dream come true finally standing before me. My palms rested against the curve of his pectoral muscles and his heartbeat thundered beneath my hands. My heart sped up to match the beating of Liam’s. Even with callused fingers, I could feel how soft his skin was and the heat emanating off of him warmed my palms and spread into my fingers. Liam’s heat spread up my arms to my chest and face, and then moved to the rest of my body; as if his essence was caressing me everywhere at once.
I glanced at his face and saw that his eyes had closed and he wore the most blissful expression on his face. Liam’s lips were slightly parted and his breathing had become slightly more labored as desire and need worked its way through his body. The tip of his pink tongue darted out to moisten his lips and that simple little action held me spellbound. Liam must have sensed my intense gaze locked on him because his ridiculously long eyelashes began to flutter and his eyes slowly opened.
The raw ache and need I saw in his hazel depths encouraged me to be bolder. I teased his already pert nipples with my thumbs until they became hard nubs beneath my flesh. The needy sounds Liam made in his throat had my hard dick twitching beneath its cotton prison. His eyes closed again and his head fell back as if it had become too heavy for his neck to hold it up any longer. Those sexy lips parted even more as he began to breathe heavier.
“Jack.”
My name whispered hungrily from his sweet lips sent an electric current of need zipping straight to my dick. I felt pre-cum leaking from my slit and I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to last as long as I wanted. I had jacked off in hopeful anticipation earlier in the day so that I wouldn’t spill too early and make an ass of myself. I was too fucking old for premature ejaculation, but then again I had never been so worked up by such simple touches before either. Liam had the power to unman me and bring me to my knees. Even so, my consciousness rose up and cried loudly for me to be sure that Liam wanted this as badly as I did, and that I hadn’t pressured him. He had said all of the right words, but did he feel them? He wasn’t an experiment, he was so much more. He was… everything.
“Liam,” I said softly, but firmly. He locked his eyes on mine and I waited for the haze of lust to clear before I spoke again. “Can you possibly know what this means to me? I… we have had an intense connection since the first day we met and it was one that we both tried to ignore. I told myself I didn’t want you and care about you the way my heart said that I did, and you pretended my intense focus on you wasn’t romantic in nature, but a protective gesture toward an employee. We have been trying to fool ourselves for a long time.” I took a deep breath while searching for the right words to say to him. Expressing my feelings wasn’t easy for me at all, it never had been and I didn’t expect it to change just because I was in love for the first time. I owed it to both of us to be as clear as I could in that moment, so neither of us would look back with regret.
“I don’t need pretty words,” Liam said tenderly. “I have been in a relationship where it was only about sex and, Jack, I can tell and feel the difference. I may not have a lot of experience, but this I can be certain.”
“I don’t have a lot of experience either.” After Kristen, there were only a few times I tried to convince myself that what I felt in my heart wasn’t what I truly wanted or needed. To say I was a little rusty in the sex department was putting it mildly. Not only was I worried about rushing things, I was also afraid my performance would be less than memorable.
“Is that what you’re worried about, that you won’t please me?” Liam smiled seductively. “Oh, Jack, I’m positive that you’ll give me more pleasure than my heart can handle. As far as it being your first time with a man, I know that there are differences, but your body will take over and do what comes naturally. If you’re not ready then we can wait, but I have no doubts about us or making love with you tonight.”
Making love.He was right that this felt entirely different from what I had experienced before andmaking lovejust felt appropriate. “I don’t want to wait.”
“Listen to your heart and it will guide your hands and body; it won’t fail you, and neither will I.”
I listened to the rhythm of my heart and let it guide me as Liam suggested. My hands roamed over his lithe torso, memorizing every detail and appreciating the taut skin over lean muscles. His beautiful body was so different than my larger frame and I found myself enthralled with the differences. My heart urged me to take things slow and learn every part of him, while my body urged me to take and possess. I wanted to do both, but wasn’t sure how I could ravish and savor at the same time.
Follow your heart. Worship him with your entire being.I lowered myself to my knees in front of him and his hands instantly went to my shoulders. I looked up and found him watching me intently. I placed soft kisses along his abdomen and dipped my tongue in his navel as my hands worked his button fly jeans open. I never really liked button fly jeans until that moment when it felt like I was slowly unwrapping a gift. Liam was my gift to open, enjoy, and treasure and that’s exactly what I planned to do with him.
Liam’s words gave me the courage that I needed. The uncertainty I had felt earlier had been replaced with the rightness of being with him and the way he made me feel. The trembling in my body was from anticipation, not hesitation. My hands became steady once I touched his body again. I slid them into the back of his jeans and slowly worked them down his legs, loving the feel of his crisp leg hair rasping against my palm. I worked his shoes off his feet and he used my shoulders for balance as I stripped off his jeans and socks before returning my attention to the cotton covered bulge in front of my face.
Slow. Go slow. Show him how he makes you feel.
As Liam had said, my body took over by doing what felt natural and right to me. I placed my hands at the back of his thighs and slid them upwards until the round curve of his ass cheeks pressed against my palms. I kneaded the firm flesh there and rubbed my nose along his erection. Liam’s hands went from gently massaging my shoulders to caressing my shaved head as I continued to tease him through his sexy, black bikini briefs. Liam’s confident fingers traced my brow and teased the curve of my ears. God, I never knew that having my head and ears touched could be such a turn on, but fuck if it didn’t make my skin tingle all over.
I’d never blown a man before, but I had been on the receiving end so I decided to do what felt good to me. “You’ll have to tell me if I’m doing this wrong.” My voice was so rough and raw that I barely recognized it.
“It will be perfect,” Liam assured me confidently. He looked down at me with so much tenderness in his gaze. God, I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted to ruin him for anyone else but me. Nerves and insecurity that I wouldn’t be good enough rose up again, but I squelched them before they had a chance to ruin this for both of us.
I eased his underwear down his legs and tossed them on top of the rest of his clothes. Finally. Liam Connelly stood completely naked in front of me and it was so much better than my brain had dreamed up. His dick stood erect and proud in front of me, tempting me to taste it, but I wasn’t done exploring yet. I wrapped my hand around his cock, slowly working my fist up and down while I pressed my nose then my lips on the tender flesh of his pelvis, alternating between breathing him in and sampling his sweet flesh. I occasionally nipped his skin, causing him to jump and cry out my name.
I felt the first drop of pre-cum smear on my hand, which pulled my focus back to his dick. Its head glistened and I couldn’t resist tasting him another second. I placed one hand on his hip to hold him still and wrapped my other hand around the base of his cock. My eager tongue darted out to capture the pearly drop awaiting me.
Liam’s taste exploded onto my tongue, leaving me hungry for more and helping me forget about my first time nerves. I circled my tongue around the swollen head loving the way his silky skin felt against my raspy tongue. I teased his slit and was rewarded with more of his essence. Liam’s fingers tensed against my scalp and I missed having hair for the first time in a long time. I thought about growing it out again just so I could feel Liam’s hands tugging on the strands.
“Jack.” There was a little more urgency that time when he called out my name.
I kept my eyes locked on him, acting on pure instinct when I rubbed the broad head of his cock against my lips, smearing his pre-cum on them and then licking it off. Liam’s pupils were blown until only the thinnest circle of his hazel irises showed. Giving him pleasure gave me the courage I needed to explore more; take risks.
I wrapped my lips tightly around the crown and lowered my mouth as far as I could take him. I figured giving good head and relaxing my throat enough to take him deep were techniques I’d learn from practice. I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks as I pulled back up to his crown. The trembling in his legs told me that I was doing something that he liked, a lot. If that didn’t clue me in, the way he pleaded, “More, Jack. Please,” would’ve surely done the trick.
