Chapter Sixteen #6
I should be freaking out, but I'm not, my entire body itching as I dash to my bathroom, Liam's footsteps right behind me.
We stop in front of a vanity and I hastily go through the small drawer and grab a condom before I catch a glimpse of myself in a large mirror.
My eyes are only half open and I look exactly how I feel—like I'm trapped inside a dream I never want to wake up from.
Liam stands right behind me, his stance confident and imposing, and whatever fog that clouded my brain is gone now, replaced by sharp anticipation.
He grabs both of my hands from behind, places my palms on top of the vanity and pulls my hips, making me take two steps back. And here I am, bent over in my own bathroom, naked and dripping with desire, in the most unlikely of scenarios.
"What happens now?" I ask, partly because I'm really not sure, and partly to break the thick silence that fell between us.
"Now…" His voice comes from behind me again, but this time I can see him in the mirror. "Now I'm gonna claim you mine."
My breath hitches in my throat and I tilt my head back, my reflection suddenly too much to handle.
My skin tingles when he puts his palms on my waist, and my legs shake when he kisses the crook of my neck. And when he drops down to his knees behind me, my own are about to give out.
I clutch the edge of the vanity in an effort to keep my balance as Liam grabs my ass and squeezes my cheeks before gently pulling them apart.
A wave of thoughts floods my brain then. Doubt and fear and embarrassment.
But the second something soft, wet, and warm makes its way to my rim and circles my hole, my mind grows empty, and I let out my wildest groan yet.
The second the tip of Liam's tongue pushes inside me, I have to physically restrain myself from grabbing my cock, giving myself the two strokes I need to bust.
"Jesus, Liam," I whisper as he slides his tongue further in, along with his finger, stretching me, filling me up. I've never thought I'd enjoy a sensation as strange as this, but here I am, bending my ass even more, silently asking for whatever he's willing to offer.
A second finger joins the first one soon after, and then the third, and it burns. But the burn is a desired one, and the pain is welcome, and when he hits that spot inside me again, it's as much as I can take. "Fuck, Liam. Please."
He raises to his feet but continues to finger-fuck me, rests his chin on my shoulder and his eyes meet mine in the mirror, all innocent and infuriating. "Please, what?"
I groan.
"Hmm?"
His fingers crook inside me and he pushes against that one spot, over, and over, and over again.
"What do you need, Xander?"
"Fuck me already!" I don't mean to yell it out, but I do.
And that seems to be exactly what he's been waiting for.
His fingers are gone momentarily, leaving me empty and yearning once again.
I watch like a hawk as he rips the condom packet open and rolls the rubber on his thick length before coating it with lube.
Jesus, he's so fucking big. "Will it fit?" I ask, my eyes glued to his cock.
"I guess you're about to find out."
"Fuck."
He moves back behind me, and I can no longer see his cock in the mirror.
I turn my head around and stretch my back for a partial view, but when he grabs his dick, gives himself a few strokes, aligns himself with my hole and pushes, I squeeze my eyes shut.
Nothing happens for a while, and I nod. I nod wildly, in case that's what he needs. In case he wants permission, or encouragement, or simply a proof of my desire.
I scream when he enters me. Out of pain, out of fear, out of pleasure.
He doesn't force it, going slow, taking breaks between every inch of him that makes its way inside me, and when he's fully in, he stops, wrapping his arm around my chest, giving me time to adjust.
"Stand up straight."
Liam's words ring in my ears, the meaning not getting through.
"What?"
"Stand up straight," he repeats and presses his forearm against my chest, pulling me up and close to his body. I catch his eyes in the mirror. "I want to watch you fall apart. I want you to watch you."
My mouth falls open, and blood rushes to my cheeks, but Liam chooses this exact moment to pull his cock halfway out and shove it back in. I let out a wild moan instead, my train of thought lost forever.
And that's when he stops playing around.
He pulls out again and pushes back in, once, twice, slowly at first. I gasp, whine and squirm around in his arms, but when he picks up a steady rhythm and really starts fucking me, hitting my prostate in the process I reach and grab the back of his neck for support, pressing my back to his chest, making every inch of our bodies connect.
"Open your eyes," he whispers in my ear, and I obey.
My gaze lands on our reflection and my cock spasms at the visual.
I'm standing here, exposed, with my cock bouncing up and down in the air. Liam's massive arms are wrapped tightly around me, his biceps bulging as he pumps his hips relentlessly, stuffing me full of his cock, his gaze roaming all over my body.
It's his stare that does it for me. Those hungry eyes seeking for stimuli, appreciating, admiring. Admiring me.
My balls grow even heavier and my cock drips pre-cum, and it's just too much. I grab my painful erection, moaning at the relief my grip gives me and start feverishly pumping myself in rhythm with his thrusts.
Liam groans, our pants mingling together, and reaches down to wrap his hand around mine, increasing the pressure on my cock, pushing me over the edge.
"Liam," I scream as the first wave of pleasure runs through my core and come shoots out of me and all over the vanity.
My knees are weak and I'm relying solely on Liam's embrace to support me as I come, and come, and come, consumed by the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced.
After I'm milked dry, our hands stop moving on my spent dick, but Liam's still fucking me, still brushing against my overstimulated prostate, making me squirm.
He gives me a few more tortures pumps before he pulls out completely and rolls the condom off with wild urgency.
I lean over the vanity for support and turn my head to watch him and my softening cock twitches one more time as he grabs my hip and gives his cock a few shallow, quick strokes and with a roar spills his load all over my ass and my lower back.
After he's done, he rests his forehead on the back of my neck, breathing heavily, seemingly waiting for his world to come back to him, just like I have mere seconds ago.
We stand like this for a few moments, in a silence that's filled only with the sounds of our breaths, with his come dripping down my back. Claiming me Liam's.