“Just make me come, D.”
His use of my nickname calls into sharp relief what we’re doing, but instead of freaking me out, it helps me relax by letting me know he’s well aware of who’s touching him.
But just to be safe, I ask one more time. “You’re sure?”
“Fuck yes. My dick is starting to hurt, man. Get to rubbing.”
I shake my head with a laugh.
“Jesus Christ, Liam.”
As soon as my fingers latch onto his glorious, thick shaft, I’m lost to it. I want it everywhere—my ass, my mouth, my hands.
Reaching between us, I spit onto his shaft for lubrication as I cup his balls in my other hand, and he groans as he spreads his feet farther apart, allowing me better access.
“Oh, fuck yes. God, that pressure is perfect. I’m going to fucking explode.”
You and me both.
I’m still jerking Liam from my perch on the counter while he’s got his hands on either side of my thighs, his torso bent toward mine. I bite down on the space between his neck and shoulder through his tank top. As if just remembering he still has it on, he straightens up, pulls it over his head, and lets it drop to the floor, before bringing one hand to the back of my head and pushing me forward.
“Okay, now do it. Leave bite marks.”
Fucking hell, I am not okay.
I sink my teeth into him as he pumps his hips into my hand, his pre-cum giving me plenty more lube, so my hand easily flies back and forth.
“Oh, God. Damon, I’m gonna come.”
While my nickname brings me comfort, hearing my full name fall from his lips in that tone makes me feel like my soul is floating skyward, leaving my body in rapture.
I watch with undivided attention as his abs contract, and his cock pulses in my hand. I need more hands because I want to touch him everywhere, all at once. Since he gave me a warning, I pointed his dick right at my torso, wanting him to mark me.
His eyes are screwed shut with the intensity of his orgasm, but mine are wide open as I watch him paint my skin.
I’ve never seen anything hotter in my entire life.
Not wanting to release him just yet, I use my other hand to swipe my fingers through the mess on my stomach and smear it across my lips.
“Well, that’s unexpectedly hot.”
I look up to see Liam watching me and know my cheeks flame red.
“I’ve waited a long time to be able to do that,” I admit shyly.
“And?” he asks playfully, waiting for my critique of his flavor.
“It’s even better than I thought it’d be,” I tell him honestly, earning a genuine, sated smile.
“That was the best hand job I’ve ever had. Chicks always leave the balls out,” he pauses like he’s mulling something over in his mind before saying, “Guess it makes sense a guy would give a better hand job since you have the same equipment.” Almost as an afterthought, he casually says, “I can’t wait to test your blowjob skills.”
I’m so turned on, I’m in physical pain. If he could rally fast enough, I’d drop to my knees on this tile floor and suck his soul out.
While I’m lost in thought, Liam pulls me off the counter. My dick drags down his stomach as I get my feet under me. The sound that leaves my lips is unlike any noise I’ve ever made before, and Liam laughs.
“Don’t worry, D. I’m not going to leave you hanging.”
He pulls me toward the couch, where he sits down and tugs me onto his lap. Immediately, my hips drive forward, riding him in search of pleasure. I’m so fucking close already.
