Chapter Twelve
CHAPTER TWELVE
IF HE HAD enough brain power to think, Liam might have been embarrassed by Tate’s up close and personal inspection of his most intimate area. As it was, the only thought running through his head was how badly he wanted Tate to put something inside him. A finger, his tongue, his cock, something to end the ache.
“So impatient,” Tate spoke so close to his ass Liam could feel the breath wafting over his cheeks. He felt like a rubber band stretched to capacity. With one flick, he’d shoot across the room with punishing force.
“Tate, please…” He gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles cracked.
His cock hung down heavy and angry red from neglect. If they didn’t hurry, he’d blow all over his sheets from the anticipation alone. Already, his arms trembled, but it was more from desire than the effort to hold himself up.
“I need to feel it,” Tate muttered.
The sound of lube being squeezed onto Tate’s finger preceded the click of the closing tube.
Hold on for a few more seconds.
Nothing happened, and Liam imagined Tate behind him, warming the lube with his fingers. Then, there was a light touch to his rim without the cold shock that often accompanied a hurried or careless partner.
“Yes,” he said, panting. “Touch me.” He peered over his shoulder to find Tate with a look of wonder and awe as he focused on his finger circling Liam’s asshole.
“Ready?” His voice was ragged, close to the edge.
Join the club.
“Beyond ready.”
A thick finger breached his hole, pushing in with maddening slowness. “Fuck, that’s good.” He loved this part. The initial burn and sting as his body stretched to accommodate the intrusion.
“Fuck, Luxe, it’s so goddamn tight. You’re just sucking me in.” Tate played around, testing the depth and moving his finger in and out.
“More,” Liam said as he moaned. “Another.”
“Shit, yes.” He added another finger, ramping up the burn all over again, but within seconds it turned to a warm pleasure radiating out from Liam's ass through his entire body.
Tate scissored his fingers, stretching Liam and giving him a thorough finger-fucking.
His head swam with happy chemicals, making it hard to do anything but feel. He thrust back on those curious fingers.
“More,” he said again.
“God, I love this. You’re a fucking mess, just begging for my cock, aren’t you?” As he spoke, Tate probed deeper, hitting Liam’s prostate.
A powerful shock of electricity had him crying out and arching his back. Precum dribbled onto the sheets below him. His balls were full and heavy, threatening to unload if he had to endure much more of this.
“Now, Tate. I’m ready. Now. Fuck me now.”
“You sure?”
He heard the thread of uncertainty in the question.
“I don’t want to hur—”
“You won’t. Just fucking fuck me already.”
The sound of the condom wrapper made his insides clench with anticipation. Next time, he’d be the one to smooth the latex over Tate’s erection. A few seconds later, the head of Tate’s cock notched against his hole two seconds before powerful pressure swamped him. Tate pushed inside his body, slowly, so fucking slowly. The grip on Liam’s hips tightened with each inch. He shut his eyes, breathing through the intensity of the burn as he bore down to accept the intrusion.
“Christ, it’s fucking obscene the way your ass is stretching for my cock. Take it, Luxe, take every damn inch.”
“Yes.” He groaned. Tate’s obvious appreciation made the experience ten times hotter. It was exactly what Liam wanted. He wanted his ass to take Tate to a place he’d never been before. To lock him in and make it impossible for him to walk away. “Give it to me.”
When Tate bottomed out, he cursed and rested his head between Liam’s shoulder blades. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. I’ve never felt anything better.”
Victory.
“That’s because you’re big as hell.” And he was. Liam felt stuffed to capacity in the best way possible.
“Give me a minute. I’m too close to the damn edge.” His fingers dug into Liam’s hips, and he held them glued together while they both adjusted.
It wasn’t long before Liam’s body relaxed around the thick cock lodged inside him, and the need for more took over. Teeth grazed the back of his neck, ripping a near-violent shudder through him.
“Oh God. Shit, Tate, you feel incredible.”
“You like it?” He nipped Liam’s ear. “You like your ass full of my cock?”
“Yes. Yes, I love it. But you gotta move. You’re killing me.”
“Mmm, I think I can do that.” The heavy weight of a man left his back as Tate straightened. He pulled his hips back with the same agonizing pace he’d entered Liam. But when he drove forward, he did it with a fierce, powerful thrust that had Liam crying out.
“Fuck yes. More. Wreck me with your cock, Tate.”
The words seemed to snap something inside the man. He growled and began fucking Liam in a fast, pounding rhythm like he was trying to split him in two. Liam slammed his hips back, meeting Tate thrust for thrust. When the pleasure of his prostate being hit jolted through him, he shouted, “Yes! Oh, fuck yes, there. Right there.”
Like a man possessed, Tate hammered his prostate over and over. Liam’s arms gave out, and he crashed onto the mattress, but Tate didn’t miss a beat. He used his hold on Liam’s hips to jerk them together again and again.
Sweat dripped from Tate onto his skin. If he were on his back, he’d capture some for a taste, but then they’d be face-to-face and he’d be exposed. As it was, he used the mattress to hide whatever strong emotions had to be plain as day in his expression. Liam wasn’t exactly known for his ability to hide what he was feeling like Tate could.
His stomach coiled, and his balls drew up tight, ready to blow. “Tate,” he said with a moan. “I need to come.” He started to reach for his dick only to have his hand slapped away.
“Mine,” Tate growled, then his big, rough hand closed around Liam’s cock.
“Fuck!” he shouted as that hand pumped his dick with quick, sure strokes. Four tugs in, he lost control of his body. Stars burst behind his eyelids, and pleasure so intense he roared exploded from deep within. Cum shot from his dick, coating Tate’s hand and spraying the sheets below him.
“Fuck, oh fuck, you’re choking my cock,” Tate said, then thrust twice more before shouting a savage curse and slamming as deep as he could get as he erupted into the condom.
Not once had Liam fucked without a condom—he’d never even wanted to—but now cum was all he could think about as he lay twitching beneath Tate and how badly he wanted to feel the man’s load dripping from his ass.
If he said that out loud, Tate would probably run from the apartment naked and covered in cum, so he kept his mouth shut. After a moment, the heavy weight of a satisfied man collapsed on top of him. The softening cock slipped out, making Liam grunt. He’d have loved to stay connected a little longer.
Tate breathed hard, and his muscles jumped every few seconds.
Liam smiled. Was there anything better than feeling the mass of a cum-drunk man on top of him?
He didn’t think so.
A soft kiss on the back of his neck had him sighing in bliss. Another followed, then a third. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” There went another of those kisses.
Who knew Tate would be so sweet post-fuck?
“No, you didn’t hurt me. Not even a little bit. But no, I’m not okay.”
The big body on top of him tensed.
“I don’t think I’ll be okay until we’ve done that at least a few dozen times. Just to make sure we have our technique down pat.”
Tate snorted, then rolled off Liam’s back. They both shifted until they were facing each other. At some point, they needed to get up and deal with the condom and wet sheets as well as their messy bodies, but neither seemed willing to break the intimate spell.
“A few dozen, huh?” Tate asked. The damp hair around his forehead was plastered to his skin, and Liam couldn’t resist smoothing it back.
“That work for you?”
He stayed quiet, letting Tate work through his answer. This was the moment of truth. Tate would either put up his walls and flee or stick around. The choice was his. After all, he was the one with something to lose. Liam had never been closeted. The first time he felt attraction to a man, he’d gone to his mother and asked her about it. She hadn’t so much as blinked as she told him boys liked girls and some liked boys. No big deal.
He’d been ten. He came out to the rest of the world at twelve.
“Yeah,” Tate said after a long pause. “I’m down for that.”
Inside, Liam did a happy dance and a backflip, but on the outside, he kept his excitement muted. “Great. Um…” he said, not feeling an ounce of the calm he portrayed. “Do you want to stay? A while or… all night?” He held his breath as he waited for Tate to process that question.
A range of emotions played out on Tate’s face, but Liam didn’t know him well enough to decipher them or read his mind. Eventually, he shook his head. “I want to,” he said, eyes sincere. “I hope you believe that. This was…” He smoothed his hand over Liam’s hip, coming to rest on his ass. “This was one of the best nights of my life, no bullshit. And I mean it when I say I want more, but…”
Time to put the poor guy out of his misery. “But you’re not ready for a pajama party. I get it, Tate. No worries. And no pressure. I get this is uncharted territory for you. I told you I was your safe space, and that includes not pushing you into things you aren’t ready for. Just know the offer stands. Seriously, after that performance, you’re welcome in this bed any time you like.”
Thankfully, his quip had the desired effect, and Tate chuckled. “Good to know. Let me deal with this condom and clean up a bit, then I’ll get out of your hair.”
“Bathroom’s that way.” He pointed toward the door leading to the only bathroom in the apartment.
Liam watched as Tate climbed out of the bed.
Look at all those yummy muscles.
Tate stumbled when he took his first step. “Shit, I think I need to lie upside down to get some blood back in my head,” he said as he laughed. Once steady, he slipped into the bathroom and was back a few seconds later, clean and without the condom.
“I’ll walk you down,” Liam said as Tate located his clothes.
The sexy man shook his head. “Not necessary. Stay and relax.”
“Okay.” He tucked his hands behind his head and settled. “No argument here. I’m enjoying this show too much to get up anyway.”
“You like watching me put on my clothes?”
“I like watching you do anything.”
Tate paused, shirt in hand, and gave him a soft smile.
“Thank you for my date. This whole night has been unreal in the best way.” It also messed with his head, and now he’d have to work to keep from fantasizing about things he could never have.
“It has.” Tate’s low, sincere tone did nothing to prevent Liam from having stupid dreams.
“Now that you have my number, feel free to text anytime. I’ll try to resist sending you a dick pic, but it’s gonna be hard now that I know what a good fuck you are.” He winked—time to get this conversation on a lighter note.
Tate laughed. “No one knows my passcode or uses my phone. Send away.”
His spent dick tried to rally, but even though he could go a few more times tonight, he’d need at least a couple of minutes to recover.
As soon as Tate’s jeans were up and covering that beautiful cock, Liam pouted. “Well, now I have nothing fun to look at.”
There went the shirt, hiding his sexy chest. Most of his favorite spots were now covered up, though Tate’s face was eye candy enough.
“Well then, maybe I’ll be the one sending you a dick pic.” He winked, and Liam’s jaw dropped.
“Swear to God I’m more shocked when you flirt with me than I’d be if you sprouted wings.”
“Good. Gotta keep you on your toes, Luxe. Don’t want my big-city dancer getting bored with this small-town boy.” He shoved his feet in his shoes and then strode over. “We’ll talk soon.”
Then he did the most shocking thing of all. He gave Liam a goodbye kiss, and not a quick peck, but the kind of kiss that ensured Liam would be hard again and thinking about him all night long.
Hell, when he walked out the door, Liam’s cock was already waking back up.
Teasing bastard.
My big city dancer.
Swoon.