His next question is like a kick to the nuts, and catches me off guard.
“Then why’d you leave me and move to Boston?”
Suddenly, his lying next to me isn’t close enough, so I roll to my back and pull him on top of me, reveling in his weight.
“I didn’t leave you. I just felt like your life was already mapped out. Your education, your career, and here I was, a hospitality major with no idea what I wanted to do or where I wanted to be. The job in Boston sucks, but I thought maybe it would be the place that helped me figure out what I wanted from life, but as soon as I moved there, I wanted to come back home.”
Damon’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline, and he pushes on my chest so he can look in my eyes.
“Why didn’t you? I would’ve rented a moving truck and come and gotten you the second you called.”
I pull him back down so I can kiss him…because, fuck it, he’s mine to kiss now, and I couldn’t be happier about all this physical touch.
“Because I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t make it on my own. I mean, you’ve been picking up my slack our whole lives, D. And then my mom died, and I couldn’t stand to be home anymore. Plus, I was already pissed at my dad for not telling me about Mom. And the one time I tried to bridge the gap by surprising him for his birthday, well, that’s when we found him with Taylor. Ever since, it’s just been easier to run from everything than face the music.”
As I talk, my hands continue to rub his sides and his back. I’m incapable of keeping my hands to myself when he’s near me, and right now he’s naked.
Which reminds me, I got off, but he didn’t.
“Come home,” Damon pleads.
Now is probably a good time to tell him I’ve already switched my plane ticket, and I’m on his flight back to Raleigh, but he’s begun slowly moving his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against mine, and I can no longer think straight.
“Keep doing that. It feels so fucking good.”
Damon rolls his hips again, and I see stars.
“Can you come like this?” I ask.
“Probably,” he groans.
I plant my hands on his ass, pushing and pulling him back and forth across my cock, which is swelling again.
Damon moves his legs to straddle mine and sits up. He reaches over for the bottle of coconut oil on the nightstand and pours some in his hand before leaning back and grabbing both of our dicks in his hand.
As he shuttles his fist up and down, his hips continue their movement, and I’m just along for the ride.
“That feels so fucking good, baby.” This time, I can see his face when I utter the term of endearment, and a small smile plays on his lips as his cheeks turn pink.
I file that smile away.
Realizing he’s done all the work this afternoon, I bring my hand up to replace his.
“My turn,” I tell him.
He lets go, then leans back on his hands, planting them on my thighs so he can watch.
I squeeze just a little harder and am rewarded with his moan.
“I want you to come all over my hand and stomach. I want to know it wasmewho made you come.” The more I talk, the faster he swells. He enjoys dirty talk—and when I boss him around—so I give him what he wants. “And I want you to scream my name when you do it.”
“Oh,fuck, Liam! I’m coming!”
I didn’t even realize how close I was to coming until I go flying over the edge shortly after his cum hits my skin.
“Yes, baby.Fuck. Me too.”
We lie there clinging to each other for God knows how long, and I simply can’t get over how good he feels plastered against my body.
