Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
SIMON
Ithink I punished myself with that car ride, my cock hard and fucking throbbing by the time I parked the truck in the garage.
Assisting Liam into the house had been difficult, not because of the crutches, but because of our raging erections—our need to devour one another the instant we touched. With that torture almost unbearable, somehow I’d secured, locked the door, and brought Liam upstairs to our bedroom.
We were eager to start, quickly discarding our clothes. Liam sat on the bed, but kneeling in front of him, I didn’t want this to be like our times before. I wanted this to be different.
Glancing up at him, my palms settled on his thighs, thumbs brushing across his skin. “Liam?”
His coffee-brown irises greeted me. “Hm?”
“I… want to do this differently. I know you like to be degraded and… and you like it rough, but I want this time to be special. I want to worship every inch of your skin until it burns with my imprint. Liam, I want… want to take my time memorizing you.”
A softened smile sent the corners of his mouth sailing upward. “I-I think I would like that…”
“Yeah?” Pressing a kiss to his knee, I trailed my lips upward, peppering him with every ounce of love I felt for him. “I love you, Liam. Even more than before, if it’s even possible.”
Lifting a hand, he ran his fingers through my slightly grown hair. “I love you, Simon. To the moon and back and until the last star in the galaxy burns into abyssal nothingness.”
Tears brewed as I continued my path, kissing every blemish, every past scar, whether visible or not, that he carried. “And I love you, Liam, for as long as this life grants me. Even after, I’ll continually find you, because there’s no one else for me but you.”
Pressing my hand against his chest, I guided him to lie down. Back pressed against the comforter, I hooked my arm around his thighs, careful to avoid his injury. With a gentle shove, I brought his ass to the edge of the bed as I spread his legs.
“You’re beautiful, Liam. Every single part of you is enamoring, and no part of you should feel ashamed. You’re a brilliant light that’s reshaped my entire existence.”
He craned his head down to look at me. “I need you, Simon.”
I brought a finger to my lips. Swirling my tongue around the digit, I removed it as a string of drool clung to it. Wrapping it around my finger, I pressed it against his entrance. “Okay, but we’re taking this slow. It’s been a minute, and I’m not going to hurt you.”
His back immediately arched at the simple touch. “Mmmf. Simon.”
Sliding inside until my knuckle was covered, I hummed, enjoying the further arch of his back and his continued groan. “There you go, sunshine. Just like that.”
With his cries heightening, I started pumping, pressing against his walls with each slow thrust. I needed to stretch him thoroughly before he took my cock. And with each torturous glide, I spread him a little wider. “My good boy. You’re doing perfectly.”
“F-Fuck!” he moaned headily, his lids fluttered as his lips parted. “Oh, oh, oh…”
“I’m going to add a second, but you be a good boy and keep breathing like you’re doing.”
Keeping the first one inserted, I slid back enough for my middle finger to greet my pointer. On his exhale, I glided both in and parted them as each finger rubbed against the opposite sides of his walls.
He cried out, his palms slapping against the comforter, the pleasure heavy in his timbre. “Shit, Sai…”
“You’re so good at this,” I praised, slowing down my pace to hit every spot. “God, you feel so good already.”
“I need you. Fuck, please give me your cock,” he whimpered, lifting his head just enough to look at me. “Please, Daddy.”
“Fuck, Liam.” Removing them from his entrance, I stood, running my palms over his thighs. “I need you. Can you scoot back for me?”
Placing his palms against the bed, he moved to oblige my request. With his elbows pressed into the mattress, he looked at me with those blown-out pupils. “Is that better?”
“Mhm. Perfect listening.”
Gliding my hand to his lower thigh, I pushed it back to bend his leg. Knees digging into the bed, my fingers wrapped around my cock to guide it to his hole. Wetting my lips, I groaned as my crown pressed against him, dying to ram it inside, but not yet.
I brought my hand from his thigh to his mouth. “Sunshine, spit for Daddy.”
Gathering saliva, he obeyed, a thick layer coating my palm. With a string of spit still attached to his lips, he peered up at me beneath hooded brows. “My ass is so empty without you.”
Rubbing his saliva over my hardened length, I moaned. “Yes, it is. It’s begging for my cock, and I want to stuff you so full of my semen, Liam. I want it leaking while I fuck you slowly.”
With one slow thrust, I guided it inside him, groaning at the tightness, which was a sound he matched. This was slow, unhurried, and a means to make love to him. Every squeeze of his walls increased my breathing as I pulled out slightly, rolling my hips forward to allow more of my cock to enter.
Groaning needily, Liam reached for me. Fingers pressing into my arm, he pulled me down, wrapping his good leg around my waist. With his other hand, he gathered my hair, and without warning, rocked himself up into me.
Hissing slightly from the tug, it was quickly replaced with pleasure. Fully flush against him, my palm slapped against the mattress as my lips slammed into his. At the same time, my body rolled, setting a rhythm that we wouldn’t last long with.
I shoved my tongue into his mouth when he moaned, using it to my advantage to fuck the back of his throat. But that normal roughness? That hurried rush? It was removed, replaced by a slow teasing I used to build momentum, and it was better than any fucking time before.
His fingers combed through my hair with desire, lightly pulling as he returned my longing-filled kiss.
Continuing to grind against my cock, every rotation of his hips became unbearable, the temptation to release my seed deep inside him only growing.
And when he whined while stuffed with my length and tongue? I swore I saw stars.
Breaking our connection, I breathed headily against his lips, brushing against them with each lengthened thrust. “I-I love you, Liam.”
A soft sniffle followed my words, but when I pulled back, unfiltered joy consumed his watery eyes. “I love you, Simon…”
My head collapsed against his neck, and a shuddered sob broke through me. “Fuck… I love you so much.” Rocking my hips, I kissed his pulse. “So much. So fucking much.”
Lightly running his fingers up my spine, he released a similar sound—a mix of relief and insurmountable yearning. “I love you endlessly. Forever.”
“Forever, sunshine. Forever,” I repeated between shallow pants. “I… I’m going to cum, Liam. Please… please cum with me, too.”
Grunting, that pressure coiled in my stomach as pleasure swathed my vision. My foot dug into the bed, prosthetic sinking further into the mattress as my release consumed me. Seed spilling into his ass, I continued my pace, feeling that hot wetness coat my length.
A deep moan tumbled from Liam as he stroked himself a handful of times before orgasming alongside me. With his unoccupied hand, he curled his fingers under my jaw and pulled my attention toward him, ensuring I watched as pleasure consumed his facial features.
“Oh, f-fuck, Simon. Shit. Shit.”
“There you go, gorgeous. Look how beautiful you are when you cum.” Praising him thoroughly, I maintained his stare while I pumped into him lazily.
Lips trembling, his head fell back against the bed, but he didn’t close his eyes. No, he kept them locked on me as he rode the wave of his climax, refusing to break eye contact. “Mmmph…. God, I love you.”
Sliding from his warmth, I pressed my chest against his, nuzzling my face in his neck. “I love you, Liam. With everything I have, I promise I’ll cherish your heart until I die. Even then, I’ll continue to love you. You’re mine, sunshine.”
“Just as you are mine, honey,” he breathed, stroking through my hair lazily. “Forever.”
“Forever,” I breathed, basking in his warmth for a moment more before lifting myself from him. The motion tugged at my heart, but I needed to clean him. “Not leaving. Going to get a towel.”
“Mhm.” He nodded, the sudden wave of sleepiness that swept over him making me smile.
Leaving the comfort of the bed, I headed into the bathroom and grabbed one of the clean hand towels. Running it under warm water, I turned off the faucet and walked back to a tired Liam.
I swiped over his stomach first, each stroke gentle and precise. Lowering it to his entrance, I cleaned him thoroughly, careful not to press too hard as I knew he was still sensitive.
Groaning in response, he reached for me. “Snuggle.”
“Coming.” Tossing the dirty rag into the nearby hamper, I crawled to him, prosthetic slipping against the silk sheets. “Ugh, fuck this thing,” I muttered under my breath, using my other knee to propel me forward.
Flopping against his chest, I sighed, relishing his comfort once more despite the frustration of my damn leg.
As if sensing my frustration, he brought his hand up and began tracing light circles on my shoulder. Shifting slightly, he tucked himself into me, burying his face in my hair. With a lengthened inhale, a sigh followed, a slight tremor rolling through his body before he fully relaxed.
“I love you,” he mumbled softly, already partially asleep.
Draping my arm over his chest, I lifted slightly to pull the covers over us. Snuggled beneath the extra warmth, I played with the ends of his hair. “I love you forever, Liam. I’ll keep you safe so we can have that future together. The future full of laughter.”
Liam muttered his agreement before sleep dragged him under. He was so peaceful when he rested, and I stared at him for a while, memorizing every blemish, scar, wrinkle, and beautiful marking.
With one final kiss to his forehead, I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent—a calming ocean breeze. This was home. He was home in the very essence of the word, and nothing would ever rip him from me again.
This was our forever.