I double down on my efforts, wanting to give the man everything he wants, and if he wants my load up in his stomach, then that’s where I’ll put it.
Pulling my hips back, I finally slam into his ass like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. I’m so fucking keyed up, I only make it two pumps before I explode inside him. I’m about to let him know I’m coming, but he beats me to it.
“Holy shit, I feel the head of your cock swelling, andfuuuck, it feels good.”
“I’m coming,” I finally rasp.
“Me too,” Damon replies, suffocating my dick as my entire life force is blown into his ass. My whole body is trembling, and I’m pretty sure my soul is floating somewhere above me as I empty inside him.
“Fuuuuuck,” he snarls as his own release hits him in the chest, the chin, and his shoulder.
Several minutes go by before I find my voice, only to ask, “The fuck was that?” before leaning down, licking the cum off his chin, and kissing him.
“The best sex either of us is ever going to have in our lives,” Damon answers.
“At least until we do it again,” I add.
Chapter 33
Damon
Ihaven’t come so many times in one night in my life. I’m deliciously sore, and the reminder of all the things Liam and I did last night is noticeable with every move I make.
I roll over to discover Liam is already out of bed again. For the second day in a row, he’s managed to sneak out without waking me.
I would be sad about tonight being my last night to hold him while I sleep, but my brain quickly reminds me of our new plan.
I’m moving to Boston.
Slipping into the only pair of lounge pants I brought with me, I pull Liam’s discarded T-shirt off the floor and slip it on over my head. There is no doubt in my mind that Liam is shirtless wherever he is, even though we compromised on setting the thermostat at seventy degrees.
Padding down the hallway, I catch snippets of Liam’s muffled voice. My first thought is that he’s talking to his dad. I can’t make out his words, but I can hear his tone. He sounds oddly calm and confident in whatever he’s saying and to whomever he’s speaking.
At first, I thought he was in the kitchen, but as I approach the door to the bedroom he used when we first arrived, I realizehe’s in there. I want to eavesdrop so fucking badly, but I’ve kept enough secrets of my own on this trip to know that Liam will tell me when he’s ready.
Besides, he said tonight.
I just have to wait a few more hours to find out what he’s planned and what news he needs to share.
I think again about the last secrets I’m holding onto.
Although I love working for my father’s company, and feel like owning it one day is my birthright, I’m beginning to believe it’s worth giving up if it means keeping Liam.
I hear a very muted, “Yes, sir,” and a few more words I can’t make out with any certainty as I pass by his room and am just reaching for a coffee mug in the cupboard when the door to his old room opens.
Not wanting to give away the anxiety rippling through me, I keep my back to him as I speak.
“Good morning. I’m not used to you being such an early riser,” I say, measuring out the coffee grounds. Liam isn’t a coffee drinker, so there’s none in the pot.
A moment later, I hear his cell phone slide across the counter, and Liam’s arms snake around my waist.
“It’s part of a new leaf I’m turning over,” he murmurs in my ear before kissing me just below it. I don’t even try to hide how good it feels, and I push back into him, wanting him to slide his hands lower. “How do you feel this morning?” he asks.
With a smile he can’t see since he’s standing behind me, I answer, my voice thick with sleep and lust. “Like I was ridden hard, put up wet, and then begged for more…and given exactly what I asked for.” As Liam kisses my neck, I throw my arm behind me to rub across the back of his neck, never wanting him to stop.
My back arches all on its own, forcing my ass into his crotch, and Liam’s fingers dig into my hips
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he says, slowly rocking into me, cock swelling in his sweatpants. “I can’t believe we could’ve been doing this for years.”
