28. Liam
Liam
We don’t leave the club until close to one a.m. The drive back to the ski resort is a bit treacherous, but knowing Damon is in charge has me at ease, and I can’t wait to get him back inside. Dancing always puts me in a good mood, but dancing with Damon?
Fucking heaven.
If he didn’t have to concentrate so hard on keeping control of this car, my hands would be all over him.
What should have taken fifteen minutes takes thirty-eight, but as soon as we get back, despite the late hour, I want him.
I don’t play coy or waste time pretending I’ll ever choose a separate bedroom when his bed is an option. So, after brushing my teeth in my bathroom, I strip to my boxers and pad back down the hallway.
Damon gives me a smile from his bathroom while he finishes up and meets me in bed.
“Thank you for tonight,” he says, rolling toward me. “It was so much better than going to prom and watching you dance with Sara would have been.”
I kiss his forehead. “Well, as the man who danced with Sara, I’m happy to report this was also a much better experience for me as well.” Damon yawns as he melts into me. “Are you tired?” I ask, trying to keep the need out of my voice so I don’t give away my intention and influence his answer.
“Yes,” he answers honestly. “But not too tired to fool around, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
I reach forward to grope him through his silky boxers. “What gave me away?” I smile, squeezing gently.
“The steel rod poking me in the stomach was a pretty dead giveaway.”
I roll him onto his back and sit on my knees between his legs. “Can I suck your dick?”
I actually haven’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since seeing my dick in his mouth.
I want to watch him come undone from my knees.
I felt so fucking powerful just from making him hard and jacking us off together.
I can only imagine that the satisfaction of getting him off with my mouth will be so much more intense.
“Liam, you can do whatever you want…except leave me,” he says, driving his fingers into my hair.
I let his comment slide because my leaving him isn’t an option I’m willing to consider, but I really want to lay everything out for him at dinner on Saturday, and I’m hoping that after tomorrow morning, I’ll have a little more information.
I trail wet kisses down his body as I scoot backwards on the bed. I’m waiting for him to ask me if I’m sure about this or otherwise tell me he doesn’t expect this, but he keeps his mouth shut. It gives me hope that maybe he’s starting to realize that he is who I truly want.
I don’t really know what I’m doing, but it’s a dick…how hard can it be? Remembering that Damon went after my balls first, I move to repeat the gesture, but he stops me by tugging on my hair.
Here it comes, I think to myself. But he surprises me when he says, “I worked up quite a sweat while we were dancing. Maybe focus on just my dick this time? Or I can hop in the shower if you’re going to be adamant about it.”
A warning is fair, and still, it’s progress, but I refuse his offer, reminding him once again to trust me.
“How about you let me decide what I like, and if I determine it would be better if you take a shower, I’ll let you know?”
“Fuck, you’re annoying sometimes,” he gripes.
But he shuts up as soon as I pull his left nut into my mouth.
It’s salty, musky, and perfect. I lick and suck until I’m satisfied that I’ve pulled every ounce of his flavor from his skin, and then I move on to the other side and repeat the process.
When Damon starts writhing under my hands, I feel like a goddamn king. I’m still taking my time, savoring his flavor when he reaches down to push his dick in my face…I mean more so than it already is. He’s aiming the tip down toward my mouth, silently telling me where he wants me.
Smiling, I pull his hand from his cock and lace our fingers together, making him bob and twitch in pleasurable discomfort while I continue sucking on his sac.
“Fuck, Liam, please. You’re killing me.”
God, hearing Damon Landry beg for my mouth is something in my life I didn’t know I was missing, but now that I’ve heard it, I’m going to need to keep hearing it forever.
“Mmm, baby,” I tell him, reluctantly pulling away from him. “Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how much you want me.”
“I want you so fucking much, I’m going out of my mind, Li. I’ve fucked my fist more times than I can count, wishing it was your goddamn mouth. Fuck, just touch me, please.”
How am I supposed to deny him after that?
His greedy hips buck toward my face, and his free hand is clawing at my shoulder. I still have his other hand trapped in mine, but he’s trying hard to use our laced fingers to direct me to his cock as if I don’t know where it is.
Teasing him provides me with immense joy, but I also want to put him out of his misery.
So, I pin him down harder, adjust my knees on the bed, and run my tongue along his shaft.
It’s standing at attention, jutting straight out in front of him, making it easy for me to start at his balls and make it all the way to his tip.
I do it painfully slowly, torturing us both in the best way possible.
“I swear to God, Liam,” he says before choking on a sob. “I’ve never needed to come so badly in my entire fucking life.”
His voice cracks so violently, I have to sit up just to make sure he isn’t actually crying.
And when I look at him, writhing on the pillow, he takes my breath away.
His skin is flushed, his normally pouty lips are even more swollen than usual—he must be chewing on them in his lust-fueled agony.
His eyelids are so heavy that his eyes are barely open.
In this moment, I realize I want to spend my life discovering everything that brings him this much pleasure, and I will chase those things for him every fucking day.
I make the same path along his shaft a second time, releasing his hand so I can add it to his cock because this time, when I get to his tip, I engulf him with my mouth.
“Fucking finally!” Damon screams, his hands flying to the back of my head.
I smile around his dick and take him in even farther. I’m hesitant with my hand, focusing all my attention on not biting him or choking myself, and his hand covers mine to set the pace.
Jesus, does he always grip himself this hard? The pressure seems like it would be brutal, but apparently, my responsible, suit-wearing, straitlaced boyfriend is a little freaky.
This is confirmed when he rasps, “Spit on it, and scrape your teeth along my shaft.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” I tell him, getting pulled under his spell.
I watch as spit leaves my mouth and hits its mark before I very gently run my teeth up and down his length.
After capturing his pre-cum with my tongue, I spit on his cock again, but this time he covers it with my hand, and begins rubbing it in, instructing me in how he wants it.
After a few pumps to help me get an idea of speed, I bat his hand away, already knowing the firm grip he likes.
I put his dick back in my mouth, really strangling it with my lips, bobbing faster with each pass. I get lost in the sounds he makes and the way he moves beneath me, chasing his pleasure. Pleasure I’m creating in him.
With my hand on the bottom of his shaft, pumping in rhythm with my mouth, I squeeze a little harder than he showed me and am rewarded with a low moan and a warning.
“Liam, I’m going to come in about five seconds. If you don’t want to swallow, you need to move now.”
I don’t move.
I drink him down greedily, messily, like he’s the only thing that can sustain my existence. Damon bucks beneath me, his hips jerking violently as his cock shoots his release into my mouth.
It’s the first time I’ve ever had a mouthful of a man’s cum, but knowing it came from Damon makes it feel sacred and precious rather than a dirty kink. I let it coat my taste buds before swallowing it.
As his body stills, I run my hands up his thighs and suck his deflating cock once more just to make sure I cleaned him up thoroughly. It’s kind of an asshole move because I know he’s super sensitive, but I want it all.
“Ah,” he cries, trying to move out of my hold. “Li,” he pleads.
“How’d I do?” I ask, crawling up his body and placing kisses along his jawline.
“Definitely an A+,” Damon says. It’s approaching two in the morning, and I’m feeling like I’m floating on cloud fucking nine.
“Give me a minute to rally and I’ll take care of you, too,” Damon says on a yawn.
I pull him into me, and he immediately burrows into my chest, making me curious about something, but first, I set him straight.
“This isn’t a tit-for-tat scenario, D. We’re exhausted. Tonight was more than anything I could have ever hoped for. Having your taste on my tongue while you’re in my arms is all I need tonight. But can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he confirms, gripping me tighter.
“You don’t seem to mind physical touch so much anymore. Not that you ever turned me away, but I know you only tolerate it because I need it.”
I laugh when he cracks an eye open to peer up at me. “Was there a question in there somewhere?”
I poke him in his extremely ticklish side.
“I just want to know if you’re suddenly okay with all this cuddling and touching?”
He plants three quick kisses on my pec.
“I will never like strangers in my personal space, but you’ve never been a stranger to me.
Even on day one, I knew you were my person.
I never initiated the touches because they were so hard for me.
Every touch made my heart ache from the reality of what I thought would never be.
I didn’t see the need to torture myself.
But, fuck, Liam. I want to touch you everywhere, every second of every day. ”
Our impending fake engagement on Saturday is starting to feel like maybe I don’t want it to be so fake after all.