“Yes. God, yes—Liam. Keep going. I need more.”
I scissor my fingers deliberately to prepare him for my girth. He bites his lower lip and pants like he’s on fire from the inside out. I watch every inch of his body react. Cock standing at full attention. Thighs trembling. A wild look in his eyes like he’s starving and I’m the only thing in the world worth tasting.
When I pull my fingers out, he whines. I lube my cock up and drive my crown inside.
“Look at me,” I demand.
His eyes snap to mine. Glazed. Open.
I push all the way in, breaching tight muscle. He smacks the mattress with his hand as I savor every inch. Reveling in the impossible tightness wrapping around me. Like he’s never given this part of himself to anyone else.
“Fuck, you’re so—” I grit out.
He shakes under me. “You’re the last man I let… Fuck.Liam—”
I’m floored. It’s impossible to comprehend I’m the only man who’s fucked his ass after all these years.
Fighting intense emotion, I bottom out, buried to the hilt. Breathing with him. Allowing his body to adjust.
Leaning down I nibble on his lips. “I’ve missed this.”
“I’ve missed you.” His hands curl around the back of my neck.
I start to move, dragging my cock nearly all the way out and then pushing back in. His legs wrap around my waist, heels digging in to encourage me to pump more rigorously.
I give it to him. Every thrust slams through the years we lost. Every stroke is an apology.
I never stopped wanting you.
I never stopped needing this.
I clutch his hips, pulling him to me, over and over. The sound of our bodies smacking together fills the room. Wet. Loud. Real.
Soon, Linus is feral. Grunting without shame, shaft bouncing and leaking all over his abs. The headboard slams. The mattress creaks. Our breath is a mess of curses and praise and memory. My hips stutter. His name spills from my mouth like a benediction. Then—
I notice him crane his neck toward the corner of the room. Mid thrust, my eyes lift from his face to see what’s caught his attention. In the shadow of the lamplight, I’m shocked to see a woman sitting in a chair.
Watching us fuck.
Legs draped over the armrests. Her hand is between her thighs, fingers glistening as she rubs her clit.
“Avonna?” Her name cracks out of me, fragile and broken.
She looks directly at me and shoves her fingers into her cunt. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. My cock fused inside Linus is more rigid than it’s ever been, but my whole body freezes under the confusion about what the fuck is happening.
I’m turned on beyond my wildest imagination.
Linus’s hands run down my back, anchoring me.
“Liam, Iloveyou.”
My heart stutters. We’ve said this to each other hundreds of times, but hearing him say it now, mid-fuck, destroys me in a way nothing ever has.
“I always have.” He stares into my eyes.
I let it land. His words permeate every part of me I’ve never let anyone touch since him.
Since her…
