Chapter 21 Damon
Damon
Liam is on me the second we’re through the door to the cabin.
If I’d thought he was going to have an existential crisis over this, I was sorely mistaken.
He moves to the kitchen, pulling me with him until he turns, grabs my waist, and hoists me onto the counter like I’m the lightest of the grocery bags.
He pushes my knees apart and steps between them before moving his hands to my ass and pulling me flush against him, making me choke on my spit.
I’m impossibly hard as I search his familiar face for any hint of regret or confusion, but all I see is lust and a tender look I desperately want to call love.
“You know you’re actually killing me right now, right?” The moment doesn’t warrant teasing, but if I don’t hit the pressure release valve, I’m liable to combust right here.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m really not,” he says in the most serious tone I think I’ve ever heard him use. A second later, he’s pawing at my shirt, trying to get it over my head.
I let him pull it off my body because I’m completely powerless to stop this.
Not that I want to…but I probably should.
“How can I make it up to you?” Now he teases as he nips the skin below my ear, causing my hips to buck and slam into him. He chuckles quietly against my skin. “God, this is fun.”
Fun.
He thinks this is fun. Meanwhile, I’m dying a slow, magnificent death on this counter.
Part of me wants to see where this goes.
Just how far is he willing to take this little experiment?
But the other part of me knows I’ll never recover from this.
I’ll spend my nights thinking about this moment, wishing for more just like it.
And now that I know how it feels to have his tongue tangle with mine and lash at my skin, no one else stands a chance.
Not that they ever did.
I grip Liam’s hips and gently push, trying to put a little space between us.
“Hey, I appreciate whatever the hell this is, but I don’t know that it works like this.
” I’m not sure my words make sense, but he needs to know that I don’t expect him to give in to my desires.
He also needs to know that while there are a lot of words I would use to describe what we’re doing, fun isn’t even in the top ten.
“So, you’re telling me how to be gay? Considering how you feel about your brother, that’s a little hypocritical, don’t you think?” he fires back passionately.
I try to keep my tone loving instead of condescending as I remind him, “Li, you’re not gay. Or bi. You’ve been chasing girls since we were in the fourth grade, dude.”
“And yet, I’ve never felt like this. Maybe I was chasing the wrong thing?
Besides,” he smirks like he’s about to pull the trump card.
“A wise man once told me that sexuality is more of a sliding scale than a stationary point. Why do we have to call it anything? Maybe I’m just sliding in the other direction a little. ”
“Did you just use my own words against me?”
His smile grows, making my fucking balls ache.
“Sure did.”
Rolling my eyes, I can’t help but laugh. “You sound like Taylor.”
Li grimaces just a little at the mention of my brother. “I should probably call him and apologize.”
My next question is totally a mood-ruiner, but it’s probably for the best. Liam and I need to have some serious conversations before we go any further because further means I’m going to come, and it’s a little too soon for me to shoot my load on my best friend, regardless of how much he’s sliding.
“Are you planning on talking to your dad about all of this?” I ask.
“Not in the next few hours,” he says matter-of-factly. “Now, can we finish this conversation later? I was kind of enjoying what we were doing.”
He dives back in for my mouth, and as much as I should resist him, I don’t. Liam is good at everything. Dancing, skiing, running, and now, I can confidently add kissing to the list.
He knows his way around my mouth like he’s lived there his whole life.
Not too much tongue, hands in all the right places, the perfect sounds.
He’s a fucking masterpiece.
As his hands roam my skin, he pulls back one more time, and the loss of his lips against mine is devastating.
Searching my eyes, he says, “You know, making out with you is exciting because it’s nice when my partner gets noticeably turned on as fast as I do.”
I’m about to protest, because I just can’t believe he’s as turned on as I am, but he grabs my hand and brings it to his cock, which is indeed hard as stone.
Apparently, when he leaned forward, it was trapped against the cabinets beneath the counter, but when he adjusts his hips, it springs forward, clearly thankful to have more room.
All the breath leaves my lungs.
Liam is hard…for me.
This isn’t my first encounter with Liam’s dick.
It’s not even my second, third, or fourth.
I’ve seen it at sleepovers, in locker rooms, at the lake, hell, one time I even walked in on him and his girlfriend, Sara, our senior year of high school, and I will never unsee those images as long as I live.
But this is the first interaction I’ve had with it where it’s hard because of me. And I’m so fucking turned on, I can’t stop myself from touching him. I’m going to come on us both because the train has already left the station and is barreling down the tracks with no hope of calling it back.
I grip his shaft through his shorts, but the spandex layer underneath makes it impossible to get my fingers fully around it.
Without my having to ask, Liam pushes his shorts down and steps out of them. There’s a lot to be said for having a shameless best friend. Liam does not care who sees him naked. Nor should he, as he’s fucking gorgeous, and works hard for his body.
“Li,” I pant. “You have to tell me when to stop because I’m about to take everything you’ll give me…maybe more.”
And then he says words I’ve fantasized about hearing from him almost my whole life.
“Just make me come, D.”
His use of my nickname calls into sharp relief what we’re doing, but instead of freaking me out, it helps me relax by letting me know he’s well aware of who’s touching him.
But just to be safe, I ask one more time. “You’re sure?”
“Fuck yes. My dick is starting to hurt, man. Get to rubbing.”
I shake my head with a laugh.
“Jesus Christ, Liam.”
As soon as my fingers latch onto his glorious, thick shaft, I’m lost to it. I want it everywhere—my ass, my mouth, my hands.
Reaching between us, I spit onto his shaft for lubrication as I cup his balls in my other hand, and he groans as he spreads his feet farther apart, allowing me better access.
“Oh, fuck yes. God, that pressure is perfect. I’m going to fucking explode.”
You and me both.
I’m still jerking Liam from my perch on the counter while he’s got his hands on either side of my thighs, his torso bent toward mine.
I bite down on the space between his neck and shoulder through his tank top.
As if just remembering he still has it on, he straightens up, pulls it over his head, and lets it drop to the floor, before bringing one hand to the back of my head and pushing me forward.
“Okay, now do it. Leave bite marks.”
Fucking hell, I am not okay.
I sink my teeth into him as he pumps his hips into my hand, his pre-cum giving me plenty more lube, so my hand easily flies back and forth.
“Oh, God. Damon, I’m gonna come.”
While my nickname brings me comfort, hearing my full name fall from his lips in that tone makes me feel like my soul is floating skyward, leaving my body in rapture.
I watch with undivided attention as his abs contract, and his cock pulses in my hand. I need more hands because I want to touch him everywhere, all at once. Since he gave me a warning, I pointed his dick right at my torso, wanting him to mark me.
His eyes are screwed shut with the intensity of his orgasm, but mine are wide open as I watch him paint my skin.
I’ve never seen anything hotter in my entire life.
Not wanting to release him just yet, I use my other hand to swipe my fingers through the mess on my stomach and smear it across my lips.
“Well, that’s unexpectedly hot.”
I look up to see Liam watching me and know my cheeks flame red.
“I’ve waited a long time to be able to do that,” I admit shyly.
“And?” he asks playfully, waiting for my critique of his flavor.
“It’s even better than I thought it’d be,” I tell him honestly, earning a genuine, sated smile.
“That was the best hand job I’ve ever had.
Chicks always leave the balls out,” he pauses like he’s mulling something over in his mind before saying, “Guess it makes sense a guy would give a better hand job since you have the same equipment.” Almost as an afterthought, he casually says, “I can’t wait to test your blowjob skills. ”
I’m so turned on, I’m in physical pain. If he could rally fast enough, I’d drop to my knees on this tile floor and suck his soul out.
While I’m lost in thought, Liam pulls me off the counter. My dick drags down his stomach as I get my feet under me. The sound that leaves my lips is unlike any noise I’ve ever made before, and Liam laughs.
“Don’t worry, D. I’m not going to leave you hanging.”
He pulls me toward the couch, where he sits down and tugs me onto his lap. Immediately, my hips drive forward, riding him in search of pleasure. I’m so fucking close already.
Content to do the work since this is already so much more than I ever thought I’d have, I’m startled when Liam pushes my shorts down past my ass, exposing my cock.
“Thought it looked fun, and since I came on you, I figured you could return the favor.”
I’m bug-eyed and slack-jawed. It’s probably not my best look, but it can’t be helped.
How is he so comfortable with all of this right off the bat?
“Tell me how you want it,” he demands, hardly sounding like the goofy, smiley man I know.
“Just fucking touch me,” I plead, unable to keep the need out of my voice.
Liam’s massive hand engulfs my dick, and I don’t even have time to warn him or apologize for coming so fast.
“Fuuuck,” is all I manage to say after two pumps of his fist, and my come lands on his chest.