Liam
The sun’s rays try to peek through my closed curtains as I rub my eyes with the back of my palms. I maneuver myself and roll over so that I’m now staring at …
Dylan Lewis. The delicious man lies gloriously naked beside me, and my stomach immediately fills with butterflies.
My head is still full of visions from yesterday and how fucking spectacular everything was.
And by everything, I mean Dylan. Who would have thought that my brother’s stepbrother-in-law was a horny, hot as fuck sex monster in the bedroom.
Not that I’m complaining by any means. After all, what we did was something that would most definitely have been scripted for a porno.
Not even I was expecting any of that, and I’m the biggest manwhore out there.
Just ask Dean. He’ll tell you the number of times he’s had to peel me off the streets after I’ve had a drunken one-night stand with some guy in a public bathroom at a bar.
But that’s not who Dylan is. The guy is not only my employee, but he’s also a fucking sex god.
As he lies fast asleep beside me, I smile at how cute and helpless he looks, just lying there, waiting for the world to go by.
I lean in closer until my body is almost brushing against the side of his, and my eyes narrow down to where the sheet is conveniently covering his groin area.
I look up at his face, his eyes are still closed and I can hear the gentle sounds of his breathing.
Carefully, I take hold of the sheet and lower it until it reaches his neatly shaven pubic hair and the top of his cock.
He stirs from above me, but his eyes remain closed, so I lower the sheet a little more until his dick springs upward.
He’s hard. Even at this hour of the morning, the gorgeous asshole has a hard-on.
Most days I wake up with one too, but it’s usually only after I’ve been playing with myself all night and masturbating.
After we showered yesterday and had dinner, we both fell asleep the moment our heads hit the pillow, so I know Dylan wasn’t playing with himself.
At least I don’t think he was. I was so exhausted and out of it, a hurricane could have torn through my house and I wouldn’t have felt anything.
I continue to lower the sheet so that it sits just underneath his balls.
I keep looking up at him, making sure he’s asleep as I slowly and very carefully stretch out my hand and reach for his cock.
All of a sudden, as if a bolt of lightning had struck, I feel his firm hand grab hold of my arm, stopping me from reaching my destination.
“Are you just constantly horny all the time?” Dylan says groggily.
“When it comes to you, absolutely. I mean, have you already forgotten what happened yesterday?” I ask.
“No, I haven’t forgotten, and you’re certainly doing a very good job of making me remember,” he replies, finally maneuvering himself up until his back is resting against the headboard of the bed.
“I’m not going to apologize for wanting to touch you,” I confess.
That has him smiling, but he still has a firm hold on my arm.
“Can I have my hand back, please?” I ask.
“Only if you promise to be a good boy,” he says.
“But where’s the fun in that? It’s much nicer being on Santa’s naughty list.”
He rolls his eyes at my sarcastic reply before finally removing his grip on my arm.
“Thank you,” I say, sitting up next to him.
I reach over to the nightstand to grab my phone and do a quick check of any important messages before resting it back down again.
“So, what would you like to do today?” I ask.
“For starters, I think I should go home and get some fresh clothes. I haven’t changed since leaving the office two days ago.”
“You know, you could always stay here and spend the day with me completely naked in bed all day. After all, we don’t need to be back at work for another two weeks,” I tell him.
“Is everything just about sex and work with you, Liam?”
“Not everything. But when the occasion calls for it, I take the opportunity. If I hadn’t, you would have slipped through my fingers and some other man would have snagged you from right under my nose.”
“I highly doubt that,” he says, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Why do you do that?” I ask.
“Do what?”
“Constantly put yourself down and speak negatively about yourself.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess it’s because I’ve never truly been respected by anyone except my parents. And I …”
He lowers his head, almost like he’s embarrassed or ashamed of something.
“You what?” I inquire, lifting his chin with my forefinger.
“I’ve never been in love before or for that matter, no one has really ever loved me before.”
God, this man. This delicious, pure, genuine, sweet, innocent man. How the hell did he turn out to be so perfect?
“And? That’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of and also has zero reflection on your ability to please a man. I mean, yesterday was fucking amazing.”
“And while I appreciate you saying that, I can’t help but shake this feeling that maybe you deserve better.”
“Better? Better than what?”
“Better than me.”
That has me straightening the fuck up and turning my entire body to the side so that I’m facing him.
“Liam, you need to stop this. Okay, I’ll admit it hasn’t helped that we’ve been flirting with one another for years. And working in the same office every day without exploring those feelings, has been so damn hard. I get that. But why do you feel like you’re not appreciated?”
“Because I just feel like all I’m good for, for you, is sex.”
Ouch. That stings.
“Okay, stop being such a fucking asshole. Do you think if it was just about sex that you’d be lying here with me, in my bed? In my house?” I ask him.
“There’s still time for you to throw me out.”
“Jesus, Dylan. Now you’re really starting to piss me off. You’re acting like a royal …”
“Prick?” he offers.
“Not exactly what I was going to say, but that’ll suffice.”
Yesterday seems like such a lifetime ago, even though it’s been less than twenty-four hours, and as I stare at the man lying beside me, I can tell that this is really bothering him.
As far as I’m concerned there was nothing out of the ordinary about yesterday, and it was obvious that we both wanted it.
I mean, he had the opportunity to leave a number of times and he didn’t.
So why the hell does this feel like one of those morning after moments where your sexual partner regrets everything that happened?
“I just don’t want to disappoint you, that’s all.”
“And what makes you think you’re going to disappoint me? Clearly, you’re a fucking tiger in the bedroom, so you score points for that.”
“Liam, please try and be serious for once. I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”
“I am being serious, Dylan. You’re worrying about something that hasn’t, and will never, happen.”
“But you don’t know that. Yes, the sex yesterday was amazing, and I don’t regret it for a second.”
Thank God!
“Then what’s the problem?”
He pulls off the sheet and swivels around so that he’s now seated on the side of the bed with his feet on the floor. He then gets up and climbs into his underwear before walking over to the window where he pulls open the curtains and looks outside.
“While I enjoyed every pleasurable moment of what we did yesterday, the fact that we’re now having this conversation, and I’m feeling like this, makes me feel like a total whore now.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Liam, I feel like I have nothing to offer you. Zero. Zilch. Zip. I live paycheck to paycheck paying off a car I can barely afford now, all thanks to one fucking asshole who destroyed me financially. I can’t even take you out on a proper date.”
Oh. My. God. If I didn’t love this man before, then I most certainly do now.
Seriously, how can he be so fucking perfect?
Even now, in this moment, he’s thinking about someone else and not himself, when what he should be doing is enjoying every moment we spend together.
And that thought has me leaping out of bed and walking toward him.
I stop behind him so that he’s covering my cock and press a kiss to his shoulder before wrapping my hands around his waist.
“You want to take me out on a date?” I ask.
“If we’re going to do this for real, you know, the whole dating thing, then I want to do it properly and take you out on a date, and I can’t even afford to do that.”
“You make it sound as if you’re underpaid or something.”
“Not at all. That’s not—you, see? I’m screwing it all up already.”
“Just stop,” I tell him. “Switch your brain off for five minutes and just process what’s happening around you.”
“And what exactly is happening around me, Liam?”
“For starters, you’re giving me a raging hard-on right now, and it’s lucky you’re standing in front of me, or the Chicago fire department is going to mistake my cock for a fire hose.”
He chuckles, and I see his lips curve into a smile through the reflection of the window.
“There you go again, thinking about sex.”
“How can I think about anything else when I have you gloriously naked in front of me. Well, almost naked.”
I realize I’m not helping the situation with my flirtatious comments, but I need to do something to prove to this man that I don’t give a flying fuck about his financial situation.
I don’t care if he can’t afford to take me out on expensive dates.
All I want is to be with him, and now that we’ve basically fucked each other’s brains out, there’s no reason we can’t, or tell our families how happy we are.
“I’m serious, Liam. I want to take you on a date, you know, a movie, dinner, maybe some wine and then just a cozy night on the couch watching television.”
“And what makes you think you can’t do that?”
“Because a man of your … standards, and by standards, I mean financial attributes, deserves to be wined and dined in a fancy five-star restaurant.”