Liam’s cock was long and thick and nothing how Oliver remembered. The pressure of that hardness pushing in and opening him up had Oliver jerking free of Liam’s mouth. He pressed his face against the curve of Liam’s neck, trying to breathe through the relentless push inside. His thighs shook a little as he tried not to resist, biting down on sweaty skin to hold back a cry as Liam sank into him without stopping until every last inch of that hard cock was buried inside him.
“Fuck,” Liam groaned, the sound vibrating against Oliver’s chest as warm lips brushed over the side of his head. “You’re so bloody tight.”
Oliver wasn’t about to admit to not having had sex for a while and squirmed beneath Liam, wrapping his legs around that solid waist. He moved his head, letting it fall back again as he breathed in deep, licking sweat off his upper lip. He dug his heels into the small of Liam’s back, earning himself a grunt.
“And you’re falling down on the job,” Oliver got out. “Fuck me.”
Liam stared at him, so close that looking away became impossible. “Ask me nicely.”
“I just did.”
“Say my name.”
“You’re shit at taking orders, Colonel Wessex.”
Liam laughed, pulling out halfway before thrusting back in with a slow roll of his hips that made Oliver want to moan. “You’re so bloody stubborn, Ollie. You want me to fuck you? Then I will, and you’ll be screaming my name when I’m through with you.”
Oliver would’ve argued, but Liam pinched his nipple with quick fingers, making him swear, the word breaking into two on the next thrust. Liam kept him pinned with firm hands and a heavy body as he fucked Oliver with a deliberateness that was more about teasing him than getting both of them off.
Each measured thrust of that hard cock eased away the initial burn from only being stretched with two fingers. It was easy, almost gentle, but still intense as every thrust sent Liam’s cock gliding over his prostate. Liam kept himself propped up with his elbows and hands, and if Oliver wanted friction on his cock, he needed to arch up into every thrust. Rather than give in, Oliver slid his hand between them, intent on jacking off.
Liam was having none of it. One strong hand grabbed his, pinning it to the bed above his head. Liam loomed over him, the motion forcing Oliver’s hips off the bed, strong thighs helping to hold him up as Liam sank into him at a deeper angle that made him almost swallow his tongue.
Liam leaned down to lick a stripe up his throat, teeth catching against the edge of his jaw before nipping at his earlobe. “You come on my cock or you don’t come at all.”
Oliver’s entire body jerked at the order, spine tingling. His cock throbbed, and he flushed in the face of Liam’s knowing smirk when the other man lifted his head. The next thrust was harder, Liam’s grip tightening on his body as they stared at each other, so close they shared breath.
He dug the fingers of his free hand into Liam’s shoulder, trying to get leverage, but there was none to be had. Liam never stopped fucking Oliver, making it impossible for him to get any friction on his cock. Liam’s thrusts sped up, the angle of hips shifting, and the drag of his cock against Oliver’s prostate was a hard pressure that made him moan.
Liam bent his head, licking into his mouth. “Said I’d make it good for you, Ollie.”
He was, and Oliver hated how Liam so easily made him feel that way. Held down and surrounded by Liam, kept in place by the cock that filled him up over and over again, Oliver was driven toward the edge of orgasm—and abruptly denied.
Strong fingers wrapped around the base of his cock as Liam stilled his hips, sinking into Oliver and refusing to move. Oliver scraped his fingernails over the hard muscle of Liam’s shoulders, swearing as his cock throbbed with a need that Liam held off for him.
“You fuckingwanker,” Oliver ground out, struggling to move, panting heavily as Liam pressed down onto him—into him—and refused to let him get off.
Liam chuckled, the sound deep and warm in the bedroom. “Said you could come on my cock, but I don’t want you to come just yet.”
Oliver squeezed his eyes shut, drifting away from the edge of release until he was no longer shaking with the need to come. Liam gave him a gentle kiss before letting go of his cock and rolling his hips in a slow, hard grind that had Oliver moaning on the first thrust. Liam let his other hand go, and he gripped the duvet with shaking fingers.
“Look at me.”
Oliver blinked his eyes open at the order, staring up at Liam, who looked at him with such intensity that it made Oliver’s breath hitch in his throat, made him want to turn his face aside and hide. Liam wouldn’t let him, catching his jaw with firm fingers to keep him there. His thrusts sped up, and all Oliver could do was take it, skin hot with need, cock throbbing where it curved against his stomach.
“Remember what I said, hm?” Liam dragged his thumb across Oliver’s lips, catching the corner of his mouth before slipping it inside for him to suck. “I want to hear you say my name.”
Stubbornness made Oliver want to never give in, but it was difficult to think straight while Liam fucked him with a steady thoroughness that made his nerves burn. It would be so easy to just come without saying a word, but Liam once again denied him that chance.
Fingers wrapped around the base of his cock again, squeezing hard enough to almost hurt, and Oliver choked on nothing, grabbing at Liam’s hair and giving it a hard yank. His entire body shook with the need to come, but Liam refused to let his cock go as he continued to fuck him. Oliver yanked on Liam’s hair again, unable to swallow back the whimper that escaped his lips.
Liam thrust into him one more time before stopping, his cock buried deep as he let Oliver come down from the edge for a second time. The grip on his cock slowly eased, the need to come slowly abating, but Liam never fully let go. Oliver’s nerves buzzed as if he’d been shocked by Liam’s power, skin oversensitive. He couldn’t quite catch his breath, staring at Liam dazedly.
Liam shifted against him, hooking Oliver’s right leg over his shoulder. When he leaned down to steal a kiss, Oliver was practically bent in half, Liam’s cock shifting inside him from the new angle. He moaned at the new pressure against his prostate, mingling with the throbbing in his cock as Liam refused to let him go.
“You want to come, Ollie?” Liam asked as he pulled out and thrust back in with a hard snap of his hips that made Oliver cry out. “I’ll let you, but you know what I want to hear.”
Oliver swallowed, the sound loud between them before it was drowned out by the noise of skin slapping together as Liam picked up the pace. Oliver couldn’t move, body bent in the perfect position to get deeply fucked as Liam kept him from coming. He clawed at Liam’s shoulders, head tipped back as he fought for breath beneath the relentlessness of Liam’s cock and tempting demands.
