“Well, not to sound insensitive, because I mean, everyone’s story and journey are different, but maybe not everyone has to have a crisis over it, you know? I guess I’m fortunate because my dad certainly doesn’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to judging me, and your parents would be pretty big hypocrites if they said anything to either of us, and outside of them, I don’t really give a shit what anyone thinks. You’ve always been my person, D.”
“I swear to God, Liam, if you make me cry one more time on this trip…” My words are cut off when he runs his tongue up my neck and starts in on the buttons of my shirt.
“Can we get off as soon as I get out of the shower?” he asks, breathing hard.
I must take too long to answer because he reaches a hand between us and strokes my cock through my slacks.
“Isaid—” he starts again, impatient as all hell.
“I heard you,” I groan. “Yes,yes. The answer is yes. Take your fucking boots off and hurry up.”
I’ve never seen a man his size move so fast, and I can’t help but laugh.
When he comes back into the living room, he stands in front of the recliner, wearing only a towel…on his head.
“Li.” I’m laughing too hard to say much else more than, “What the fuck, dude?”
“Oh, my bad. I forgot I had this on.” He pulls the towel off and throws it at me before whipping his hips from side to side, making his dick swing back and forth, slapping his thighs.
His cock hypnotizes me.
That’s the only reason I can think of for why I drop to my knees and fucking crawl to him, effectively changing the mood in the room from playful to dead-fucking-serious in a single heartbeat.
“Tell me you want this,” I beg as I inch closer.
“I want it,” Liam confirms immediately, his lustful tone matching mine.
“Tell me no matter what happens, we’ll always be in each other’s lives.”
“Until our last breath, D,” he confirms, easing some of my anxiety.
“Tell me you won’t regret this.”
“I only regret not doing it sooner.”
With those words, I’m on him. His cock is jutting straight out, making it easy to run my tongue along his shaft.
My heart is pounding at a hundred beats per minute. Maybe more.
I take my time teasing him, pulling one of his balls into my mouth, then the other. He has one hand in my hair, and I can’t see where the other one is, but a second later, he says, “Let’s move this to a bed. I want to touch you, and I can’t reach everything from up here.”
Looking up at him, I run my open mouth along his shaft once more before sucking on the head of his cock.
He hisses and tugs on the roots of my hair. “Jesus, fuck, D. I’m gonna fall over. Bed.Now.”
When we make it to my room, I’m ready to get back to work immediately, but Liam wants something else: me…out of my clothes.
“New rule. If I’m naked, so are you,” he says, fumbling with the buttons. When the third attempt fails to produce the results he wants, he grabs the shirt on either side and pulls in opposite directions, sending buttons flying.
“Sorry,” he mutters, starting on my pants.
“Don’t be. I liked it, you giant caveman.”
“Keep being a smartass, and I’ll choke you with my cock,” he says, as if that’s supposed to be a threat.
“Maybe you should choke me with your cock so I can’t be a smartass,” I quip back.
A dangerous heat flares in his eyes. It might be twenty-four degrees outside, but it’s ninety-five in this bedroom.
