He gets my pants undone, pushing them and my boxer briefs down to my ankles. Before I have a chance to step out of them, Liampicks me up out of themand tosses me on the bed.
Okay, I’m smaller than him, but not bythatmuch.
The move makes it feel like I’m about to give a blowjob to The Hulk, for crying out loud.
He props himself up against the headboard with pillows much like he did the first night we were here, except he’s not in his boxers, and his legs are spread wide, waiting for me to slip between them.
I waste no time in doing so.
I plant my hands on his thighs to steady myself and pull him in as far as I can take him. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag once. I don’t mind it, but I don’t like to do it multiple times in a row for fear of losing my last meal.
“Oh, fuck, baby, that’s hot,” he says in a voice much deeper than normal.
Baby.
I just graduated fromDtobaby.
Wanting to hear it again, I swallow him down one more time.
“God, yes,” Liam moans, making me sweat.
I cup his balls in one hand and tug as I pick up the pace on his shaft with my mouth. My other hand is supporting my body weight, and Liam’s hands are all over me. They’re in my hair, rubbing my upper back, gripping my arms, kneading my shoulders.
I pull off his dick and spit on it, watching it run down his shaft and over his balls before diving back onto him. I nudge his knees wider and slide my finger just behind his sac to find it nice and wet from my saliva.
I pull back one more time and search his eyes.
Nothing but the truth anymore.
“I want to play with your ass. I’mdyingto taste you there, feel you there. Tell me I can.”
“You can do any-fucking-thing you want to me, baby.”
There it is again.
I don’t have lube. Needing it wasn’t on the radar when I packed, and despite what some would have you believe, spit isnotenough to penetrate an asshole, especially avirginasshole. But with his permission, I can still play.
“Slide to the edge of the bed,” I tell him, moving to the floor and taking back some of the control. “You can either plant your feet on the mattress, put them on my shoulders, or grab your legs behind your knees, but get comfortable because I’m going to be here a while.”
I spend the next twenty minutes wearing my tongue out, lapping at his hole and dipping inside. I worship more than just his ass. I worship the friendship between us, the love we’ve always had for one another, the way he’s comfortable with me, and the trust we have for each other despite everything. He’s writhing on the bed as I rim his ass with my thumb, desperately wishing I could be inside.
My brain is working overtime trying to think ofanythingwe can use and then, thank fuck, a lightbulb goes off.
“Coconut oil!” I shout much louder than necessary, bolting upright off the floor and racing toward the kitchen.
I re-enter the room as a victor, waving the bottle of coconut oil in the air.
“The hell are you going to do with that?” he asks.
“Use it as lube,” I tell him, grabbing a towel from the bathroom. I don’t want to get charged for oil stains on their linens, but if I do?Worth it.
Once I have everything situated, I turn serious again. “Have you ever played with toys back here or anything?”
“No, dude. Until sixteen hours ago, I’d always believed that was an exit-only route.”
Leave it to Liam.
“Well, I’m about to prove you wrong. Just relax as best you can. I’ve got you, okay?”
