As the onewho remains in charge for ninety-nine percent of our interactions, I’m surprisingly clueless when it comes to sex. Granted, that’s probably because I’ve never had it before, with a girlora guy.
Liam, however, is not quite so naïve when it comes to this area, even if he’s never fucked a man.
“We’ll get through it together,” he says as I punch in the cabin’s door code with a shaking hand. “Just like we’ve always done.”
Fuck, how does he always know what I need to hear?
As soon as we cross the threshold, my nerves want to carry me to the bedroom and begin preparing things. Should we lay out a towel? Fuck, I don’t have anything to prep with. When was the last time I showered?
“Hey, D,” Liam says, calling my attention back to him.
“Yeah?”
“Relax. It’s just me.”
“I think that’s why I’m so nervous,” I admit. “I really don’t want to fuck this up.”
“You couldn’t fuck this up if you tried, Damon.”
His use of my full name causes the butterflies to flap their wings uncontrollably in my stomach. Liam only calls me Damon when he wants control. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me to the little phone dock we’ve used several times during our stay, and chooses a song that has the perfect slow, deep melody.
And then he pulls me to him, calming me with a kiss that tells me we’re going to be okay. His thumb brushes across my cheek as his tongue claims my mouth before he nips at my lips.
“I fucking love you, Damon Landry. You’ve been mine since the beginning of time, and you’ll remain mine long after the end of it.”
I cling to him, breathing him in, unable to find words, let alone speak them out loud.
Finally, I manage to get my brain back online.
“I love you, too, Li. I love you more than life itself, and I want to spend every minute of my time on this earth proving it to you.”
His hands move to the bottom of the hoodie I’m still wearing. The button-up I carried home is now discarded somewhere on the floor, and he pulls the sweatshirt over my head, leaving my torso naked.
He peppers kisses along my collarbone before he drops to his knees and begins working at my belt. Once he has my pants unfastened, he pushes them to the floor, leaving me in my boxers and socks.
Instead of removing my boxers, he palms me over them and brings his mouth to my covered cock, his saliva coating the silk,turning it dark. Or maybe that’s my pre-cum. Maybe a mix of both?
It’s beautiful.
My fingers dive into his hair as he peers up at me from his position on the floor, breaking my heart and mending it with how beautiful he looks.
Torturously slowly, he dips his fingers into my waistband and kisses me across my hips and thighs as he pulls them down, exposing my cock.
I step out of them as he brings a hand back up, gripping my dick as he runs the flat of his tongue over my slit, lapping the pre-cum pouring from me.
My head falls back on my shoulders as I give myself over to the sensations he’s pulling from me.
He sucks the head of my cock into his mouth, making me hiss in pleasure.
“Feel good?” he asks.
“Fuck yes.”
A smile spreads across his face as he stands and wordlessly holds out his hand. He grabs the little bag he’d set down while hooking his phone up and leads me to our room.
I’m about to have sex for the first time, and while I’m nervous, I also relish the thought of getting lost in the loving embrace of my best friend, my boyfriend, my everything.
Chapter 32
