Chapter 25 Damon
Damon
When Liam gets back to the house a few hours later, he strips his jacket off in the front hallway, and I can immediately tell he’s drenched in sweat.
My dick notices, too.
Closing my laptop, I stride over to him with my hands in my pockets, still trying to relax into this new part of our relationship, but still wary as well.
The old saying, If it’s too good to be true…pops into my brain.
“How was it out there?” I ask.
“Oh man, it was so great. And guess who I ran into?”
Jealousy flares in my gut, and if I don’t get a grip on it soon, I’m going to turn green and stay that way permanently.
“Who?”
“Vox!” he exclaims. “He helped me…” he pauses like he almost said something he shouldn’t have, “down the mountain,” he finishes, causing me to narrow my eyes.
“That’s not what you were going to say.” I call him out because the secret about the job at Bluewater is the last one I want between us. Nothing but honesty from here on out.
Liam smiles and pulls me against his sweaty T-shirt.
“You’re right. It’s not. But I want it to be a surprise, and I almost ruined it,” he says. “Also, you’re busy Saturday night from six-thirty until we leave for the airport on Sunday, so don’t make plans.”
This makes me laugh. “Li, I’m on vacation with you and literally know no one else here. What plans would I make?”
He seems to think about this for a minute and then finally shrugs. “Dunno, but no work or anything, either.”
I hold my hands up in mock surrender. “Got it. Nothing on the calendar except you.” I already accomplished everything I needed to.
His eyes flash with lust, and he closes the gap between us.
“You know my favorite thing about dating you?” he asks, still advancing. I know he’s going to take this somewhere sexual, which I am all in favor of, but my brain won’t let go of what he just said.
“Is that what we’re doing?” I ask. “Dating?”
Liam backs me against the foyer wall, still in his ski boots. “Of course, it is. If you think for one fucking second that you’re gonna blow your load all over me and not call me your boyfriend, you need to think again.”
Jesus Christ, nothing could have prepared me for this side of Liam.
“Li, I want this. I want this so fucking much. But what are we doing? We’re moving a million miles an hour, and we haven’t stopped to think through what happens if this doesn’t work.”
“How could this not work?” The sincere confusion in his voice tears my heart to shreds.
“I mean, I never considered this an option until now, but look back at our lives, D. You’ve always been it for me.
Now, we just get to fuck and stuff, too.
Which, honestly, is pretty cool, because you already knew what you were getting, so there won’t be any big letdown because my junk’s not big enough.
We just get to skip the awkward phase and start enjoying it. ”
I stare at him, mouth agape.
“I don’t even know where to start. Wait,” I say, quickly correcting myself. “Yes, I do. First of all, we both know your cock is not small, and to even label it as average is a stretch. Second, how the hell are you just so on board with this?”
“Well, not to sound insensitive, because I mean, everyone’s story and journey are different, but maybe not everyone has to have a crisis over it, you know?
I guess I’m fortunate because my dad certainly doesn’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to judging me, and your parents would be pretty big hypocrites if they said anything to either of us, and outside of them, I don’t really give a shit what anyone thinks. You’ve always been my person, D.”
“I swear to God, Liam, if you make me cry one more time on this trip…” My words are cut off when he runs his tongue up my neck and starts in on the buttons of my shirt.
“Can we get off as soon as I get out of the shower?” he asks, breathing hard.
I must take too long to answer because he reaches a hand between us and strokes my cock through my slacks.
“I said—” he starts again, impatient as all hell.
“I heard you,” I groan. “Yes, yes. The answer is yes. Take your fucking boots off and hurry up.”
I’ve never seen a man his size move so fast, and I can’t help but laugh.
When he comes back into the living room, he stands in front of the recliner, wearing only a towel…on his head.
“Li.” I’m laughing too hard to say much else more than, “What the fuck, dude?”
“Oh, my bad. I forgot I had this on.” He pulls the towel off and throws it at me before whipping his hips from side to side, making his dick swing back and forth, slapping his thighs.
His cock hypnotizes me.
That’s the only reason I can think of for why I drop to my knees and fucking crawl to him, effectively changing the mood in the room from playful to dead-fucking-serious in a single heartbeat.
“Tell me you want this,” I beg as I inch closer.
“I want it,” Liam confirms immediately, his lustful tone matching mine.
“Tell me no matter what happens, we’ll always be in each other’s lives.”
“Until our last breath, D,” he confirms, easing some of my anxiety.
“Tell me you won’t regret this.”
“I only regret not doing it sooner.”
With those words, I’m on him. His cock is jutting straight out, making it easy to run my tongue along his shaft.
My heart is pounding at a hundred beats per minute. Maybe more.
I take my time teasing him, pulling one of his balls into my mouth, then the other. He has one hand in my hair, and I can’t see where the other one is, but a second later, he says, “Let’s move this to a bed. I want to touch you, and I can’t reach everything from up here.”
Looking up at him, I run my open mouth along his shaft once more before sucking on the head of his cock.
He hisses and tugs on the roots of my hair. “Jesus, fuck, D. I’m gonna fall over. Bed. Now.”
When we make it to my room, I’m ready to get back to work immediately, but Liam wants something else: me…out of my clothes.
“New rule. If I’m naked, so are you,” he says, fumbling with the buttons. When the third attempt fails to produce the results he wants, he grabs the shirt on either side and pulls in opposite directions, sending buttons flying.
“Sorry,” he mutters, starting on my pants.
“Don’t be. I liked it, you giant caveman.”
“Keep being a smartass, and I’ll choke you with my cock,” he says, as if that’s supposed to be a threat.
“Maybe you should choke me with your cock so I can’t be a smartass,” I quip back.
A dangerous heat flares in his eyes. It might be twenty-four degrees outside, but it’s ninety-five in this bedroom.
He gets my pants undone, pushing them and my boxer briefs down to my ankles. Before I have a chance to step out of them, Liam picks me up out of them and tosses me on the bed.
Okay, I’m smaller than him, but not by that much.
The move makes it feel like I’m about to give a blowjob to The Hulk, for crying out loud.
He props himself up against the headboard with pillows much like he did the first night we were here, except he’s not in his boxers, and his legs are spread wide, waiting for me to slip between them.
I waste no time in doing so.
I plant my hands on his thighs to steady myself and pull him in as far as I can take him. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag once. I don’t mind it, but I don’t like to do it multiple times in a row for fear of losing my last meal.
“Oh, fuck, baby, that’s hot,” he says in a voice much deeper than normal.
Baby.
I just graduated from D to baby.
Wanting to hear it again, I swallow him down one more time.
“God, yes,” Liam moans, making me sweat.
I cup his balls in one hand and tug as I pick up the pace on his shaft with my mouth. My other hand is supporting my body weight, and Liam’s hands are all over me. They’re in my hair, rubbing my upper back, gripping my arms, kneading my shoulders.
I pull off his dick and spit on it, watching it run down his shaft and over his balls before diving back onto him. I nudge his knees wider and slide my finger just behind his sac to find it nice and wet from my saliva.
I pull back one more time and search his eyes.
Nothing but the truth anymore.
“I want to play with your ass. I’m dying to taste you there, feel you there. Tell me I can.”
“You can do any-fucking-thing you want to me, baby.”
There it is again.
I don’t have lube. Needing it wasn’t on the radar when I packed, and despite what some would have you believe, spit is not enough to penetrate an asshole, especially a virgin asshole. But with his permission, I can still play.
“Slide to the edge of the bed,” I tell him, moving to the floor and taking back some of the control. “You can either plant your feet on the mattress, put them on my shoulders, or grab your legs behind your knees, but get comfortable because I’m going to be here a while.”
I spend the next twenty minutes wearing my tongue out, lapping at his hole and dipping inside.
I worship more than just his ass. I worship the friendship between us, the love we’ve always had for one another, the way he’s comfortable with me, and the trust we have for each other despite everything.
He’s writhing on the bed as I rim his ass with my thumb, desperately wishing I could be inside.
My brain is working overtime trying to think of anything we can use and then, thank fuck, a lightbulb goes off.
“Coconut oil!” I shout much louder than necessary, bolting upright off the floor and racing toward the kitchen.
I re-enter the room as a victor, waving the bottle of coconut oil in the air.
“The hell are you going to do with that?” he asks.
“Use it as lube,” I tell him, grabbing a towel from the bathroom. I don’t want to get charged for oil stains on their linens, but if I do? Worth it.
Once I have everything situated, I turn serious again. “Have you ever played with toys back here or anything?”
“No, dude. Until sixteen hours ago, I’d always believed that was an exit-only route.”
Leave it to Liam.
“Well, I’m about to prove you wrong. Just relax as best you can. I’ve got you, okay?”
“I’m so fucking turned on right now, I’m pretty sure you could light me on fire, and I wouldn’t care as long as you make me come.”
Okay, well, we won’t be testing that theory.
“Oh, I’m going to make you come, alright.” Harder than you’ve ever come in your life, I think to myself as I grease up my fingers, before making a mess of the beautiful sight before me. Pressing my middle finger to him, I push gently. “If it’s too much, just say the word, and I’ll stop.”
Slowly, I push in further, checking in as I go until finally, his body stops fighting me and begins pulling me in.
“Good job,” I praise. “How does it feel?”
“Um, good…I think,” he says, tensing up.
“Concentrate on relaxing. I promise it’ll feel better in just a minute.”
His exhale hits my ears, and I push in further until I reach my goal.
When I curl my finger, Liam’s hands reach for me as his back bows off the bed.
It’s clear he isn’t in pain. I think he’s just seeking my touch to ground himself, so I reach up and lace my fingers with his as I repeatedly swipe over his prostate.
With me on the floor at the foot of the bed, one hand clasped with his, one hand bringing him a new kind of pleasure, and my mouth on his cock, it doesn’t take long before he yells, “Oh fuck! I’m coming!”
As I drink him down, I’m so happy to have a part of him inside me—while part of me is inside him—I could fucking weep.
I just want him to be mine forever.