Holding him by the base, I licked up his shaft. It sent a shiver of pleasure up Liam’s spine and he arched his back, digging his nails into the bed. Taking this as encouragement to go on, I slowly took his entire head into my mouth, enveloping it in the hot wet heat. Liam whined. “Please, more.”
I continued, gently sucking and licking Liam and building up as much pleasure as I thought he could handle without exploding. His voice went high and needy, and he whispered my name in between soft moans. His body clenched as he fidgeted. He was half-sitting up and hunched over me, his hands trailing absentmindedly in my hair.
With one hand I caressed his balls, which made Liam squirm even more. They felt soft but firm in my palm. I could tell he was getting close. With a grunt of satisfaction I took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth – and wasn’t surprised when it hit the back of my throat.
“You – you took the whole thing,” Liam gasped. I nodded slightly and made a smug noise in my throat that made his cock twitch in my mouth. It was hot and hard now, ready to blow.
The saliva pooled in my mouth as I slurped up and down his cock. Liam couldn't hold back his moans anymore. His fingers tightened in my hair. His body curled in on itself and finally he gasped my name a second before he came, thick and hot. I kept sucking on him as his cum dripped down my throat. Liam whined. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”
With a smug grin I pulled off of him, wiping the trail of spit off my mouth. “Fine.”
He sighed loudly and fell back onto the bed. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could almost hear his heart thumping inside his ribs.
I slid in next to Liam, spooning him and burying my face in the back of his neck. I inhaled his scent with a throaty growl. “Feel good?”
He murmured and cuddled closer to me. He reached out a hand, asking for mine, and we locked our fingers together. “Yeah.” He paused. “What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me,” I said. “I’ll be fine. Besides, you look just about ready to pass out.” I kissed his bare shoulder. “You can take care of me another time.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” he mumbled. His voice trailed off, and I was pretty sure he was half asleep already.
“Goodnight, Liam,” I said.
“’Night, Vict’r…”
I wrapped my arms around Liam, buried my face in his hair, and fell asleep.
13
Liam
Iwokeup after what felt like ages. Sunlight was peering through the blinds and I blinked. The bed was empty. Victor must have left for work already. I stretched out and sighed, flopping back on the bed. I curled up on Victor’s side of the bed and deeply drank in his scent. It was musky, hot and comforting all in one.
Finally I tore myself away. I had to remind myself that I had the real thing coming home soon. I couldn’t help but smile thinking about how I wasn’t stuck with secretly sniffing Victor’s pillow when he wasn’t around anymore. I could hold the real one in my arms and bury my nose in his chest…
I sighed. It all felt like a dream. But the sheets were rumpled and I noticed the inside of my thighs were sticky. Suddenly shy, I went to take a shower.
I tried to resist the urge to think about Victor, but it was difficult. Everything in sight reminded me of him, even his shampoo and soap lined neatly in the shower caddy.Especiallyhis shampoo and soap.
I picked up the bottle of shampoo and flipped the cap. Instantly the scent notes that reminded me of him flooded the shower. I closed my eyes, envisioning Victor behind me, rubbing his hands over me. I became half-hard instantly. Grunting, I closed the bottle and put it away. I didn’t want to jack off now. It felt like a waste.
I just had to wait until Victor got home, smelling of musk and smoke.
* * *
Iwaitedfor him in the living room, sprawled out on the couch like I often did. Every so often I caught a glance of the picture frame of Victor and Tristan and frowned. Despite the argument yesterday, Victor still wouldn’t tell Nick or I the real reason Tristan left him.
But I was starting to get a suspicion. I saw the way Victor turned when he fought with Nick. His body didn’t change but he looked almost like an animal…
I shook my head. I had no other proof, and I didn’t want to go around accusing him of something that might not even be true. I sighed and rolled over so I didn’t have to look at Tristan’s stupid face any more. He’d hurt Victor badly. A growl built in my throat just thinking about him. If I ever saw him I’d want to claw his face off.
The thought sent me spiralling to when I fought Doris’s mugger. A chill ran down my spine. I curled up and shut my eyes. I knew he was in custody now, but I still wanted to know if he was okay.
I couldn’t get my mind off of it. I was missing something and it was driving me crazy. I groaned and twisted on the couch, kicking my legs in the air.
“Is that what you really think? That I’m a human?”
I gasped and shot up so fast that I accidentally kneed myself in the forehead. Victor’s words rang in my mind. It all made sense.
