I don’t move.
I drink him down greedily, messily, like he’s the only thing that can sustain my existence. Damon bucks beneath me, his hips jerking violently as his cock shoots his release into my mouth.
It’s the first time I’ve ever had a mouthful of a man’s cum, but knowing it came from Damon makes it feel sacred and precious rather than a dirty kink. I let it coat my taste buds before swallowing it.
As his body stills, I run my hands up his thighs and suck his deflating cock once more just to make sure I cleaned himup thoroughly. It’s kind of an asshole move because I know he’s super sensitive, but I want it all.
“Ah,” he cries, trying to move out of my hold. “Li,” he pleads.
“How’d I do?” I ask, crawling up his body and placing kisses along his jawline.
“Definitely an A+,” Damon says. It’s approaching two in the morning, and I’m feeling like I’m floating on cloud fucking nine.
“Give me a minute to rally and I’ll take care of you, too,” Damon says on a yawn.
I pull him into me, and he immediately burrows into my chest, making me curious about something, but first, I set him straight.
“This isn’t a tit-for-tat scenario, D. We’re exhausted. Tonight was more than anything I could have ever hoped for. Having your taste on my tongue while you’re in my arms is all I need tonight. But can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he confirms, gripping me tighter.
“You don’t seem to mind physical touch so much anymore. Not that you ever turned me away, but I know you only tolerate it because I need it.”
I laugh when he cracks an eye open to peer up at me. “Was there a question in there somewhere?”
I poke him in his extremely ticklish side.
“I just want to know if you’re suddenly okay with all this cuddling and touching?”
He plants three quick kisses on my pec.
“I will never like strangers in my personal space, but you’ve never been a stranger to me. Even on day one, I knew you were my person. I never initiated the touches because they were so hard for me. Every touch made my heart ache from the reality of what I thought would never be. I didn’t see the need to torture myself. But,fuck, Liam. I want to touch you everywhere, every second of every day.”
Our impending fake engagement on Saturday is starting to feel like maybe I don’t want it to be so fake after all.
Chapter 29
Damon
“Iam sore as fuck,” I complain, making my way into the living room where Liam is already awake and sitting with his laptop open at the bar while he chows down on a bowl of cereal. “Which is crazy because we only did a run and two exercises.”
“That’s what happens when you’re out of shape,” he teases, not bothering to look up from his keyboard.
“What would you say to getting massages at the spa today?” I ask, the idea coming to me suddenly, but sounding heavenly.
Finally, Liam looks up from his laptop, making me curious about what was on it in the first place. “I would say ‘hell yes.’ Can you call and book them? I need to finish up a couple of things,” he says as if there were any question about who would be making that reservation.
I mean, Liamdidpick the sushi restaurantandthe club last night, but he’s still Li.
“I can’t believe we only have today and tomorrow left on this trip,” I continue pouting.
“Time flies when you’re having fun,” he says, still not fully engaging with me.
“What are you working on?” I ask before quickly following it up with, “And why are you awake?” It’s only seven-thirty. This is not one of Liam’sfunctionalhours. And then another thought occurs to me. “And how the fuck did you get out of bed without me noticing?”
He smiles. “Oh, you noticed. I just scratched your head like you do to me until you fell asleep again.”
“What had you sneaking out of bed so early?” I ask again.
