Chapter Sixteen #4
My eyes are closed again as I open my mouth, wider than I imagined I'd need to, and wrap my lips around the head of Liam's cock, a drop of pre-cum rolling down the tip and onto my tongue.
Liam puts one hand on the back of my head and threads his fingers through my hair, but doesn't direct it, massaging my skull instead and keeping me grounded.
My entire groin tingles like a motherfucker, craving attention, and I'm about to go crazy as I widen my mouth even more and move my head forward, taking more of Liam's cock inside, slowly testing and tasting each and every millimeter.
Fuck, he feels good on my tongue, his weight, his shape designed for my mouth.
Liam twists his fingers in my hair, tugging and pulling, and when he lets out a grunt, deep and throaty, with the entirety of his dick lodged firmly in my mouth, I wrap my fingers around the root of his cock, and sneak my other hand down, pressing it against my own erection, giving myself a few strokes over my clothes.
Liam's cock twitches inside my mouth when I moan around it, and even though I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing, I move my head a few inches back, my lips sliding along his shaft before I take him in again.
I go too far, and the tip of Liam's cock presses against the back of my throat, causing it to constrict.
I jerk back a bit, but don't let Liam's cock slip out of my mouth entirely, coughing around it.
And what I thought would be a turnoff proves to be the opposite, as Liam growls and then says, "Jesus, Xander. Keep going."
I open my eyes and my arousal triples. Liam's eyes are focused, intense as he looks to where the root of his cock disappears inside my mouth and his jaw is clenched tight, like he's exerting himself to keep his body in check. And now I have a new goal—to make him lose it.
The second my throat settles, I bob my head again, taking him in as much as I can without going overboard. I practice the movement once, twice, three times before adding a sucking motion on every ascent, while my other hand works my own cock in rhythm with my mouth. I want to feel what he feels.
It's all chaotic; there's a lot of moving parts and it takes me a moment, but I finally get a grip on what I'm doing, a semblance of agency and I catch a steady rhythm, interrupted only by a thought reappearing in my brain every couple of seconds—I'm sucking a dick. And I think I like it.
The next time I look at Liam, I can finally really see him.
He's struggling.
Every time I lower my head, every time I lap my tongue around his cockhead, every time I lick his slit, every time I jerk his base, Liam shivers. His neck is stretched and his nostrils flare, like he's fighting to maintain composure, and I wonder…
Wait. Maybe I don't have to wonder. Maybe I can just do and see what happens.
And before I can talk myself out of it, I open my mouth wider and back my head so that only the head of Liam’s cock rests on my tongue.
The glimmer in Liam's eyes is apparent once he understands my silent request.
He swallows hard and moves his hands to either side of my head.
I cup his balls with my free hand and tighten my grip on myself with the other, looking him straight in the eye as I moan around him, urging him to move.
He does, and the first time he sways his hips, pushing his cock just an inch deeper inside my mouth before withdrawing again has my balls tingling and I have to give myself a painful squeeze to hold back my rapidly approaching orgasm.
Liam does that a couple more times, as if testing the waters, before he takes a sharp inhale and starts rolling his hips, fucking my mouth, pushing in deep enough to cut my breath, but not deep enough to make me gag.
"God," Liam breathes out, his head tilted to the side, and looks straight into my now-teary eyes.
His thrusts are faster now. Shallower. I suck in my cheeks and push my tongue up against the thick vein on the underside of his cock, hoping he'll like what I like.
The groan Liam offers all but confirms it, and when I deliberately constrict my throat around the head of his cock, Liam's grip on my head tightens, keeping it in place, and he starts pumping into me with new, but calculated vigor.
It's almost as if I'm floating somewhere outside my body, watching the scene, etching it into my memory as Liam's thighs begin to shake and his moves become less steady, and then frantic as he begins to lose control.
I'm getting off on his arousal, struggling to swallow with Liam's cock invading my throat over and over.
But just when I rid myself of all the pre-cum and saliva, and get ready for what's about to come, Liam lets out three sharp grunts, pumps into my mouth three more times, and before I know what's happening, he slides his cock out of my mouth, drops to his knees and launches forward, his tongue replacing his cock inside my mouth.
Liam's personal taste mingles with the ones already coating my tongue.
A fleeting thought passes through my mind that maybe Liam doesn't want to taste himself, that he'll find it repulsive.
But then he lets out a deep moan, his throat vibrating against mine as he kisses me deeper, and all of my doubts fade away.
"You didn't let me finish," I say when he breaks the kiss, both of us gasping for air.
"Finish?" Liam echoes, his voice thick. "I haven't even started." He leans down to give me one more peck before he lifts himself up and raises to his feet and—
I couldn't lift a muscle right now if I wanted to as I take in Liam as he stands in front of me, kicking his pants off from around his ankles before he straightens up, gloriously naked, one palm sliding across his torso, from his bulging peck all the way down to the black, neatly trimmed pubic hair, crowning the case of his cock. "Xander?"
My eyes snap to Liam's and I vaguely realize he's been talking the entire time. "What?" I brace myself on my forearms and lick my bottom lip, my eyes falling right back to where Liam's fingers dance across his skin. "I'm sorry. Got a little distracted."
"I asked you a serious question," he says, his voice not overtly serious at all.
"Yeah?" I say to his cock. "Guess you'll have to repeat it."
The hand that's just been massaging Liam's shoulder gets closer to me as Liam reaches out. I grab it, letting him help me up until I'm standing, fully dressed in front of a fully naked Liam. I look him up and down, slowly. "I'm not gonna lie. I don't hate this arrangement."
"That's kind of the point." He reaches up, grabs a fistful of my shirt, and pulls me closer. "We can have any arrangement you want." He looks me in the eye and his voice thickens as he lazily unbuttons the rest of my shirt. "As soon as you answer the question."
His pupils are blown and his gaze is so damn intense a chill runs down my neck. "What question?"
I gasp when Liam pulls the shirt off my shoulders in a quick, sharp movement. "Top or bottom?"
I close my eyes, and my head drops back at the sound of the words.
Not because of what they mean, but because Liam can make a weather forecast sound sexy.
The second he actually starts talking sex?
I'm as good as gone. "Hmm?" he prompts, just as he moves to unbuckle my belt.
Lowering his head, he brings his mouth to my neck and nibbles on my skin.
I breathe heavily through my nose as Liam lowers my zipper, and when he pushes one hand under the waistband of my underwear, angles my hard cock up and grabs it into a firm, calloused grip, a sound unbecoming of an adult human escapes me.
And now I have to talk to cover it up. "Oh, Liam, I don't know." I try to keep my voice steady as he jerks me. "That's such a big decision. I haven't given it much thought, really." I know he knows I'm lying. I just hope he doesn't know it's because I'm too damn shy to tell him what I really want.
My body jerks when he sinks his teeth deeper into my neck and jerks me faster, using his other hand to pull down my pants and my boxers just below my hips. "Shame," he murmurs against my neck and drops his free hand to the bottom of my sack. I spread my legs a little wider, anticipating. Hoping.
True to his form, Liam seems to catch up, just like he always catches up on what I really think, or do or want, his fingers lingering, palm cupping my balls, kneading, massaging, but never advancing, even when I lose my cool and embarrass myself by bucking my hips forward, urging him, pleading.
Yearning.
But Liam doesn't budge, making it clear whatever pleasure I am or am not about to receive will happen on his terms, according to his will.
And right now, Liam's will is to break me.
And so I break. "Well, on the other hand…
" I start. Liam's index finger inches on to my taint.
"I was thinking. Since I'm new to this and all.
" My breath hitches in my throat as Liam's finger slides up and up, all the way to my ass cheeks.
I spread my legs even wider, my eyes pressed shut, every fiber of my being turned into liquid anticipation.
And then he stops again. "Maybe I should let you lead.
Show me around. You know, just this once. "
I can feel Liam's lips curling into a smile against the same of my neck and I can't contain my moan as he moves his finger the missing inch and presses the tip against my hole. "Would you look at that," he rasps. "I wasn't expecting this at all."
My voice cracks when I let out a chuckle, because Liam chooses this exact moment to put both hands on my hips, spin me around and pull my pants and underwear down before he puts one foot on my clothes, pinning them to the floor and helping me step out of them.
He grabs me in the middle and presses his entire body against mine.
"Fuck," I say, my cock throbbing as Liam's dick aligns with my ass and pushes against my crack.
"Walk," he commands straight into my ear.