A beat of silence.
“I walked home sore. Shaky. Smiling the whole fuckin’ way.” Liam’s lips lift, barely. “It’s how I knew I want both.”
Liam’s lips quirk when he feels my cock twitch in his hand.
I shift toward him. Rest my forehead against his, our breaths tangling. His palm works miracles. He draws something out of me I’ve never had the courage to embrace.
“I’ve never told anyone before,” he murmurs, so close I feel the words on my lips.
I kiss him. Not soft. Not sweet. Open-mouthed and hungry, like we’ve already lived a hundred lives and wasted most of them not doing this.
“This isn’t about fucking, is it?” Liam pulls away for a second.
I shake my head.
“I used to think it was about preference. Now I think it’s about energy.” Liam hesitates. “I don’t do relationships because I know I won’t stop wantin’ what I don’t have.”
He climbs on top of me, thighs straddling mine. Our cocks slide together, heat meeting heat. He grinds against me, rhythm building, dragging pleasure up my spine with every push of his hips. I buck under him, hands gripping his waist, anchoring him there.
“You’re not the only one who wants both,” I breathe shakily. “You’re the first person who’s ever seen all of me.”
His mouth is on my neck now, biting enough to make me gasp.
“Say it again,” he rasps. “Tell me I see you.”
“You do.” I arch up. “More than anyone.”
Liam braces a hand beside my head and shifts. Slides lower until his mouth finds my chest. He kisses down, slow as sin, until I’m shuddering beneath him. My hand threads through his hair, anchoring myself to the moment.
Liam lifts his eyes, mouth trailing lower. “You good?”
I nod.
He doesn’t break eye contact as he takes me into his mouth.
It’s not a rough, fast blowjob. This is deeper. Focused. He watches me as he sucks me down, inch by inch, his tongue mapping every vein, like he’s memorizing the shape of what we are.
I can’t look away.
I clutch the sheets, my hips lurching once, twice before I manage to hold still. I want to make this last. For him to know I trust him enough to let go like this.
“Unghhhhhh.” Liam’s sexy vibrations around my cock drag a curse from mythroat.
I thread my fingers through his hair again, trying to hold on to anything. My thighs tense. I’m right on the edge when he pulls back, breathing heavy, lips swollen. He crawls back up my body, grinding against me again until we’re both insane with need.
He lines us up, and fists us together, stroking in tandem. Our skin slides. Hot. Thick. Intense.
“Come with me,” he demands against my mouth.
His words do something to me. Everything coils then explodes. Floods through me. I cry out his name when I spurt into our fists. He follows, our release catching between us, messy and beautiful.
Liam grabs a towel from the floor and we silently clean up. Then we lie coiled together in the quiet.
His head on my shoulder. My heart in his hands.
I don’t say it out loud, not yet.
But it’s already true.
