Chapter 30 #4
No one had ever called me that before. Not like that. Not while I was inside them or while they looked at me like I was something holy.
I pushed in another inch, then another, moving with agonizing slowness.
I watched the mix of pain and overwhelming delight wash over his face.
And then, I slid in the rest of the way, my hips flush against his ass, and the head of my penis brushed against his prostate.
His whole body went rigid for a second before a deep, guttural moan ripped from his throat.
The discomfort vanished, replaced by a pure, unadulterated joy and need that was written all over his face.
“Liam,” he breathed, his eyes flying open to meet mine. “Move. Please, move.”
And I did. I started to move, a slow, deep rhythm that hit that spot inside him again and again, each thrust pulling a new sound from his lips.
I savored every inch of him, every twitch of his body, every little moan he tried to swallow. I kissed his face because I couldn’t not. He gave himself to me with no hesitation, and I held him like he was made of something sacred.
“I love you.”
His eyes locked on mine, and he whispered back, “I love you too.”
I moved harder, faster, hands everywhere, mouth everywhere. He wrapped his legs around me, pulling me deeper.
The angle changed, and I knew I was hitting it just right.
His eyes flew open, wide and unfocused, and his mouth formed a silent 'O'.
"Liam, Liam, Liam," he chanted, his voice breaking with each thrust. His hand flew to his own shaft, stroking it in a frantic, desperate rhythm.
"I'm gonna… oh fuck, I'm gonna… " His back arched beautifully.
He came first, with a strangled cry into my shoulder, his whole body trembling. I watched, mesmerized, as thick, white ropes of cum shot from him, painting his chest and stomach in a hot, messy arc. It was so intense, so primal, the sight of him completely undone beneath me.
The clenching of his ass around me, rhythmic and impossibly tight, was the last straw.
I wasn’t far behind, burying my face in his neck as I let go, a guttural groan tearing from my throat as I buried myself as deep as I could go.
Pulse after pulse of my own semen flooded him, warmth and heat and love pouring out of me in ways I didn’t know I was capable of.
We stayed tangled up in each other, skin damp, breath slowing together. I could’ve stayed like that forever.
Sam’s breath hitched as my movements slowed, my body still pressed deep inside him. I propped myself up on my elbows, my hair a sweaty mess falling into my eyes, and I looked down at him with an expression so full of love and raw satisfaction.
"God, Liam," he breathed, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through my chest. "That was.
.. you just fucked me so good. I can still feel it.
" He rolled his hips slightly, a deliberate, slow grind that made us both groan as the aftershocks of my orgasm sparked through my overstimulated body.
"I didn't know... I didn't know it could be like that. "
A lazy, blissful smile spread across my face. He reached up, pushing the damp hair from my forehead, his thumb stroking my temple.
"I'm glad you liked it," I murmured, my own voice hoarse from crying out his name.
"But now..." he let the sentence hang, his eyes dropping to my mouth, then back up to meet my gaze. "Now it's my turn. Let me return the favor, Liam." His eyes darkened with a fresh wave of lust, surprise and pure, unadulterated want.
"Yeah?" I asked, a smile tugging at my lips. "You're ready to go again? Already?"
"For you? Always."
With a surge of energy, he used his weight to roll us, flipping me onto my back. I landed with a soft "oof," his eyes wide with delight as I settled into the sheets, looking up at him with complete trust.
"I want to make you feel everything you just made me feel."
He didn't wait for an answer. He kissed me, a deep, possessive kiss that tasted of us, of sweat and cum and love.
His hands roamed the familiar landscape of my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles and my stomach, feeling my heart tapping under his palm.
He kissed his way down my body, nipping at my collarbone, swirling his tongue over my nipples until they were hard pebbles and I was writhing beneath him, my hands fisting in his hair.
"Sam," I gasped, my hips canting upward. "Please."
He smiled against my skin, continuing his downward path.
He lingered at my hips, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there, inhaling my musk.
He bypassed my straining cock, which was already hard and flush against my stomach, leaking at the tip. He had a different destination in mind.
He gently urged my legs up, bending them at the knees and spreading them wide. I watched him, my chest heaving, my lips parted. I felt vulnerable and powerful all at once, and the sight of me, open and waiting for him, made his dick twitch with renewed interest.
"Fuck, Sam," I whispered as he lowered his head.
He didn't waste time. He flattened his tongue and licked a broad, wet stripe over my hole.
My whole body jolted, and a choked-off moan escaped my throat.
He did it again, and again, lapping at me, learning my taste, my texture.
He pointed his tongue and pressed inside, just a little, and I cried out, my hands flying to his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him right where I wanted him.
He ate my ass like it was his last meal and his first, all at once.
He fucked me with his tongue, feeling the tight ring of muscle relax and flutter against him.
He alternated between broad, flat licks and stiff, probing thrusts, circling the puckered flesh until I was a mess of incoherent pleas and desperate whimpers.
"More," I begged. "Sam, please, more. I need. .. I need you."
He pulled back, his breath coming in ragged pants.
He reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking his fingers generously.
He watched my face as he pressed one slick finger against my entrance, then slowly pushed inside.
I was so tight, so hot, a velvet grip that welcomed him in.
He worked me open carefully, methodically, stretching his fingers, stretching me, brushing against that spot inside me that made my eyes roll back in my head and my member leak a steady stream of pre-cum onto my stomach.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
I nodded, my eyes locked on his. "I'm so ready. Take me, Sam. Fill me up."
He coated himself with lube, giving it a few strokes to spread the slickness evenly.
He lined himself up, his head nudging my prepared hole.
He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, noting my face for any sign of pain.
All he saw was pure, unadulterated bliss.
My mouth fell open on a silent gasp as he breached me, my body arching off the bed to take him deeper.
When he was fully inside, his balls pressed against my ass, He paused, letting us both adjust to the incredible sensation. I was wrapped around him, a perfect, tight heat, and the feeling was so overwhelming it almost brought me to the edge right then.
"Do it," I demanded, my voice strained. "Please. Fuck me."
He started to move, a slow torturous withdrawal followed by a deep, powerful thrust. The pace was animalistic, raw, but every touch, every look, was infused with a profound, romantic love.
He leaned forward, capturing my mouth in a desperate, messy kiss as he set a rhythm that was both punishing and reverent.
Our bodies slapped together, the sound a primal beat in the quiet room, punctuated by our shared moans and gasps.
He angled his hips, searching, and then he found it.
He hit my prostate dead-on, and I shattered.
My whole body bowed, a strangled cry tearing from my throat as I erupted, painting my chest and stomach with cum.
The sight of me coming undone, the way my ass clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, sent him tumbling over the edge right after me.
"Fuck, Liam, I love you!" he roared, his hips slamming into mine one last time as his own orgasm ripped through him. He poured himself into me, filling my ass with his cum, a pulsing, endless release that felt like it was coming from his very soul.
We collapsed together, a sweaty, sticky, breathless tangle of limbs.
He stayed inside me for as long as he could, reluctant to break the connection.
He gently lowered my legs and settled his weight over me, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
We were both shaking, our hearts pulsing against each other's ribs.
After a long moment, I managed to lift my head. Sam's eyes were closed, a serene, sated smile on his face. I kissed him softly, a gentle press of lips that was a world away from the frantic passion of moments before.
His eyes fluttered open, and they shone with tears of overwhelming emotion.
"I love you too, Sam," I whispered. "So much."
He kissed me again, deeper this time, a slow, languid exploration of my mouth. "I know," he murmured against my lips. "I know."
We lay there, kissing softly in the aftermath, our bodies still joined, our hearts beating as one, completely lost in each other.