Fuck. Talk about feeling symbolic.
Live in the moment,I remind myself. We’ll spill our guts at dinner. Fuck it. I’ll tell him I’m all in, I’m risking my position in the company, and I’m moving to fucking Boston. Liam is my home. He always has been, and if he’s willing to see what comes from this, I’m not going to be dumb enough to sabotage myself twice.
Feeling lighter, I throw him a smile. “Lead the way.”
Liam goes slower than I know he wants to, but even with me right on his heels, he doesn’t pick up the pace. Instead, heslows down about halfway through the trees before coming to a complete stop and unclipping from his skis.
Stopping behind him, I follow suit, asking, “What are we doing?”
“Something that came to me this morning,” he says with a wicked grin.
“Li, it’s like ten degrees out here,” I point out, figuring something sexual is on his mind.
Pulling me farther off the trail and deeper into the trees, he looks over his shoulder. “Afraid I won’t be able to warm you up, baby?”
If I had been, I’m not anymore. Every time he calls mebaby, it’s like a switch is flipped, and that familiar warmth spreads outward from my torso, keeping my limbs warm.
Suddenly, Liam stops and does a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn before declaring, “I think this’ll do.”
“Will do for what?” I ask, looking around the trees. We’re in the thickest patch. There’s not enough space to get skis back here because the trees are pretty close together, so we carried them in. Liam props his up against a tree and motions for me to do the same.
“Did you bring me out here to kill me? Fuck, Li, I can learn how to give a better blowjob,” I tease, though I am still insanely curious what we’re doing here.
At least, until he backs me against a nearby tree and his hands go to the nylon belt on my ski pants.
“Memories, D,” he pants against my mouth. “I want all of them with you.”
Fine by me.
I’m about to apologize that my cock’s not hard yet, when Liam asks, “Can I still do anything to you I want?”
“Always.” My body, my heart, my mind—they all belong to him anyway.
Licking his lips, he gives me a cocky half-grin. “Good. Turn around and hug the tree.”
My brows pinch together. “What?”
“Turn. Around. And hug the tree,” he repeats.
I do as he instructs, wondering what he has planned, but I don’t have to wait long to find out. One of his palms lands flat on my back while his other hand is pulling me backward a step. I’m now standing with my ass out, my chest against the tree I’m hugging. He shoves my ski pants, long johns, and boxers until they’re just past my ass, and I hear him land in the snow behind me. A second later, his hands are on my ass cheeks, spreading me apart.
Oh, my fucking God.Liam is about to eat my ass on the side of a ski slope, for fuck’s sake. I needn’t have worried about trying to get hard in the frigid temperature; I’m there. From the first swipe of his tongue, I’m a fucking goner, suddenly thankful for the wind whipping through the boughs, drowning out my moans and whimpers. As Liam turns me into his favorite lollipop, my dick hardens. Needing to stroke it, I remove one hand from the tree, bracing myself with my other arm and my chest.
Liam burrows in deeper, his tongue lapping relentlessly against my hole, his freshly manicured beard abrading my skin in a way that makes my balls ache.
Liam doesn’t seem to care that we’ve been out here for hours, that I’m a sweaty mess, or that the wintry mix is picking up. The low vibrations coming from his hums of pleasure resonate through my cock, and I stroke harder, pulling faster.
“Oh, fuck, Li,” I whine, trying to ride his fucking face.
“Mmmm” is all I hear in return. His hands are still on my ass cheeks, holding me open for him. When he doesn’t reach a hand forward to take over pumping my cock, I realize he never intended this to be for me.
This is forhim.
And fuck if that isn’t the most humbling thought in the world.
Liam eats ass like he does everything else…really fucking well.
As I hit the on-ramp of my orgasm, his tongue disappears.
