Page 107 of Vanishing Point

His head slammed back against the tile, back arching further as a pleasure-filled scream tore itself from his throat. Slapping my back, his fingers curled, nails digging into my skin with an intensity I craved. “God! Shit!”

I rolled my hips forward, his ass swallowing the rest of me, and it wasbeautiful. His delightful mewling edged me on further as I pulled out, only the tip remaining before slamming into him like I’d wanted to the first time. I wanted him to draw blood at the intensity, to rake his nails down my back to create glorious scars I’d wear proudly. I needed him to mark me, to also claim me as his.

“Beautiful. You’re fucking beautiful, sunshine. Look at how perfect you take me.”

“F-Fuck, yes… Your ass.God,you feel so fucking good.” Sinking deeper into my flesh, I felt my lineage bloom, his hold the cause—a cause I’d take over and over again for as long as I lived.

“God, you’re sucking me in,” I groaned, unable to contain my sounds as I thrusted into him with a steady rhythm. One I wanted him to mirror. “Sunshine,fuck, sunshine, stroke your cock… stroke it while I fuck you.”

Without hesitation, his tongue left his mouth, flattening as he licked his palm once. Bringing his arm between us, he coiled his fingers around his length, gliding his hand up and down twice before he met my pace.

“Fuck, Simon. Fuck!” he cried out, his other arm still wrapped around my back. “God, I’m so full. Your cock feels so good inside me,Daddy.”

A purr? A mewl? Fuck me. I didn’t know what it was, but it sent a jolt straight to my core. “Damn right.Myfucking ass,” I growled. “And sunshine, you better let me know before you cum.”

“I-I will. Fuck. I will.”

With erratic breathing, his touch grazed the breadth of my shoulders before reaching the back of my neck, his fingers curling themselves into my hair. All it took was one pull, and my head craned toward him, his lips crashing into mine.

I groaned into the kiss, relishing the softness of it before it turned dangerous—a heated exchange that had my tongue swirling over his molars. There was no fight for dominance, because I was simplythatfor him. He was mine to mold, to shape, to train. He allowed himself to submit, and that was the same for this kiss as I lapped at his mouth with a hunger only he created.

Breathing a moan into me, he scratched my scalp. The simple trace of his fingers sparked my senses, intensifying every feeling, touch, and thought. My mind slipped further as I drank in his essence, and when he rolled his hips forward to chase me, something inside me ignited.

Sluggishly, he drew back from my lips, a lazy smile coating his. Resting his forehead against mine, the soft words that tumbled from him nearly became my undoing. “I love you, Simon Alexander O’Neill.”

He said it every day, and yet, the meaning behind it never dwindled. “I love you too, Liam Oliver Bennett.”

And like the confession spewed between us, I chased that rising high, but I refused to let it take root until my love, myLiam,succumbed further. My fingers burrowed into his side, hard enough I knew bruises would pepper his skin, but they were markings I knew he’d wear with pride.

“Did I tell you to stop stroking yourself?” I muttered, his confession still ringing in my ears. I loved this man, and he would always be my undoing.

“N-No,” he fumbled to find his voice. Reaching down, he pumped himself twice only for a hiss to snake out between clenched teeth. “S-Shit… Simon. I-I’m… close.”

“Then fucking cum.” I was holding back for him, but goddamn I wasn’t sure how much longer I could with how good he felt… with how good healwayswas to me.

His breath hitched, eyes rolling back as a deep, lengthy moan fled him, my name interlaced in it. “Simon…”

Muscles tensed beneath me, his body going rigid as he rode his high. With his other arm still wrapped around me, his nails sank deeper, blood pooling beneath his touch. His strokes continued as he painted his abdomen with his seed, and I followed right behind him.

“Fuck,” I groaned, filling him completely with every ounce of my essence. I slowed my thrusts, basking in Liam’s warmth as my palm slapped the ground next to his head. My fingers curled as my breathing worked its way down, that high dissipating as I looked at Liam’s flushed face.

Completely removing myself, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re incredible.”

He groaned into it, the exhaustion evident in his body as he leaned into me more. “I love… I love you.”

“I love you too, Liam.” I brushed my thumb over his cheek, relishing the way he followed that caress. “Stay here. I’ll clean you up, love.”

As I went to step away, he grabbed my arm. With a sweeping gaze, his eyes fell on my prosthetic, a glint of fear lingering in his dark irises. “Can you… Just carry me? I want… I want to stay with you.”

A soft smile curled on my lips. “Of course. I’ll always stay with you, for as long as you’ll have me.”

Placing one arm around his shoulder and one underneath his knees, I cradled him to my chest before rising on unsteady feet. A groan left me as I adjusted the weight to my good leg, making sure not to favor the prosthetic. While it was equally as strong, I feared putting too much weight on it. .

“God, you gotta lay off packing muscle,” I grunted as I made my way to our bedroom, “or maybe I’m out of practice.”

He laughed softly, a sound I basked in. “I have to keep up withyou.”

It was my turn to chuckle. “Withme? You’re the one with the hefty shoulder width.”

Kicking the door, I stumbled in, heaving as I tossed him onto the bed. My arms were numb, fingers curling in and out for blood to reach them once more. God, when did I get so weak?

He grunted as his body collided with the mattress, glancing up at me beneath his hooded brows. Reaching for me once more, he grabbed my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles. A gentle hum left him as he sank further, nuzzling into his pillow as he lifted his sleepy gaze to me.

“God. What did I do to get so lucky?”

As I grabbed a towel from our bathroom, I ran it under lukewarm water before kneeling at the side of the bed. Brushing it along his stomach, I hummed, contemplating his question, but only one answer fit.

“You’re the only one who stayed… who never gave up on me.”

He smiled softly, reaching up to rest his palm against my cheek. “And I always will because there is no one else I’d rather have than you.”