“It’s been a while since I had a cock this big. The guys in rehab were nothing special.”
Liam pushed all the way in.
“Yes!” Nathan yelled.
He watched his cock disappear inside Nathan’s warm, tight hole, and he nearly came that second. Nathan rocked his hips into Liam as he thrust, like waves crashing into the shore, making him plunge deeper inside his ass. Liam leaned over Nathan and kissed him, remembering how amazing that kiss outside the barn was, how Nathan’s lips sparked new life within him. He clamped his hand on Nathan’s neck and brought his mouth closer. Nathan dug his fingers into his back muscles.
“Pick me up,” Nathan whispered against his lips.
“Right.” He lifted him in one smooth motion, and they were back to their original position, Nathan wrapped around Liam’s muscular, firm body.
Liam impaled that posh ass on his cock, slamming in with lust and need, something he’d been wanting to do for a while. Each time he watched Nathan laboring on the farm, or spitting out a snarky comment, it was like another pull of a magnet, dragging him closer to the inevitable. Nathan threaded his fingers through his chest hair, then up to his beard.
“Fuck me harder, like you’ve probably done to your sheep.”
“Fuck you, Posh Spice.” Liam shoved Nathan against his refrigerator and shagged the living daylights out of him, his tension and anger about the past getting exorcised out of him. But this was also…fun. He and Nathan were opponents in a game, trying to one-up each other. They were each trying to win, even though there would be no losers in this game. The fridge rocked back and forth with each hump. Liam’s hips slapped against his cheeks. He wanted to tear him up, fuck Nathan so hard that he split in half. Liam hadn’t had sex since Kelly. To say it had been a while was a severe understatement. The fridge sounded as if it were going to tip over.
Shit.Nathan tightened around Liam. Even though it was his first time fucking a guy, he knew what that meant.
“I think you’re going to come,” Liam said. “I didn’t expect you to come first.”
“I’m not going to come first. You are,” Nathan said through pinched lips.
“I think you are. I think you’re right on the edge.”
“Fuck you.”
“You already are.” Liam moved them from the fridge to the kitchen counter, clotheslining it clear. Cups and mugs and plates crashed to the floor. Nathan held onto the cabinet door handle behind him. Liam grabbed his engorged cock and stroked away. Nathan tried to swat him back, but Liam held it tight. It was drenched in lube and pre-come. The pained look on Nathan’s face hurtled Liam to the edge, too.
Liam fucked him in short, jackhammer bursts.
“You’re going to watch me come?” Nathan asked. “Going to watch my cock shoot all over my stomach and my chest? Going to watch me lose total control as your fucking cock destroys my body?”
Just picturing that made Liam about to come.
Nathan slammed his head into the cabinet door. “Holy shit, Liam. You’re going to make me come. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
Liam didn’t want him to stop. It went to his head and caused his body to melt down. Liam’s balls tightened up. He screamed and unloaded into his condom.
He opened his eyes on a smiling Nathan who still had not come.
“Worked like a charm.”
Liam wiped away sweat from Nathan’s face and kissed him. “Fuck you.”
With the last remaining moments of his erection, Liam fucked Nathan to completion. Liam dragged a finger through the come on Nathan’s stomach and tasted it.
Bitter, salty, but still delicious. Just like Nathan.
Chapter 17
Nathan
What just happened?Nathan stared up at the ceiling – from Liam’s bed – contemplating that very question.
Sex, Nathan. You just shagged the one person you said you wouldn’t.Sex led to awkwardness, and if things got awkward with Liam, they would be awkward with Mark and the kids by extension.
He sat up and looked around at the horror their sex tornado had caused. Cabinets flailed open and clothes thrown every which way and the coffeemaker askew with the plug saving it from falling into the sink. They had really strange, but really good sex. Nathan rubbed his head, expecting a hangover, but there was none. His mind was clearer than it’d been in a long time, even as it wrestled with the inevitable fallout.
