Chapter Twenty-Two
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
LIAM’S HAND TREMBLED with combined nervous and excited anticipation.
He wanted, needed, to give Tate the best night of his life. To make all the trauma he went through today worth it. To make it so Tate would never, not for a single second, regret choosing to take Liam’s hand in front of his family and walk away.
The depth of Tate’s agony had been written all over his face and in the stiff way he’d carried himself. Randy confirmed Tate’s worst fear, and the aftermath was devastating. The entire goal of bringing him here and feeding him his favorite dessert had been to ease a little of his suffering. When Tate had whispered, “It hurts,” Liam’s heart cracked in two.
He’d give everything he had to spare Tate that pain.
Liam couldn’t travel back in time and erase the toxicity of the afternoon, but he could do his damnedest to replace that memory with one that would make today unforgettable for a fantastic reason.
“Arms up,” he said as he stopped Tate before he climbed on the bed.
His man smirked as he raised his arms above his head.
“Mmm.” Liam made a show of running his hands all over Tate’s torso as he lifted the shirt, revealing yards of tanned skin. “So many yummy muscles, all for me.” Tate had just enough ink to contribute to his gruff image but not so much that it overwhelmed his skin. He had a dragon on his left side, a tribal ring around his upper arm, and an ear of corn on the inside of his right bicep. Apparently, that one had been the result of a lost bet.
He pushed the shirt up and over Tate's head, then off his arms. Once he had the sexy man shirtless, he leaned in and licked those abs he’d just called yummy.
They tasted as good as advertised.
He licked and kissed upward, pausing to drag his tongue over Tate’s nipple. The man hissed and gripped the back of his head, holding him in place. “Oh, you’re a fan?”
“Fuck. That feels better than I thought it would. Do it again.”
“Gladly.” He scraped his teeth over the nipple, then laved it with his tongue before moving to give the other the same treatment. Tate cursed and arched his back as though offering himself up to be devoured.
“Luxe…”
Liam straightened, bringing his mouth to Tate’s. He kissed his man for a few minutes before saying, “We’re going slow tonight, baby. You’re hurt, and I’d rather die than make anything worse.”
“I-I like that.” A light flush turned Tate’s cheeks a pale pink as Liam brought his lips to Tate’s neck.
“My mouth?”
Tate chuckled. “Yes, when it’s on me for sure but also what you said.” He shifted his gaze away.
“Oh.” Liam shot a sly smile at Tate. “You like it when I call you baby?”
Tate nodded, face serious, still not meeting Liam’s eyes.
“Well, then, baby ,” he said as he gripped Tate’s chin in a light hold that forced his man to look at him. “Let's get your pants off so I can continue on my mission to drive you insane.”
Tate raised his hands, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Have at it, Luxe.”
Oh yes. Liam loved bottoming. If Tate had never wanted to try switching things up, Liam would have been more than happy. But this was icing on a decadent cake, and Liam was a huge fan of icing too.
He undid the button and zipper on Tate’s jeans, keeping their eyes locked, then pushed them over his trim hips. Once they hit the floor, he hooked his thumbs in Tate’s navy boxer briefs and worked them over his ass, making sure to get in a good squeeze on the way.
Tate’s cock sprang forward, hard, thick, and ready for some fun.
“You hard too?” Tate asked with a hint of tremor in his tone.
“Are you kidding me?” Laughing, Liam thrust his pelvis against Tate’s muscular thigh. He grit his teeth against the urge to shove Tate to the bed and ride that firm quadriceps right to completion. “I get hard when someone says your name, baby. Right now, I’m peeling your clothes off so I can fuck you. Hard doesn’t begin to describe how my poor cock is feeling.”
He winked, then dropped to his knees and went to work on Tate’s sneakers. Once untied, he helped Tate step out of them, as well as his pants and underwear. Instead of returning to a stand, he rose on his knees and wrapped his hand around the base of Tate’s impressive cock.
“Damn, you look so pretty down there on your knees.”
Yep, it was official. He’d give Tate anything he wanted to continue hearing the guy call him pretty.
“Yeah?” He rubbed the tip of Tate’s dick over his lips, smearing his precum like an erotic gloss.
Tate’s eyes darkened. He still had his hands behind his head like some kind of offered-up sacrifice. The way his biceps bulged made Liam want to rise to his feet and take a bite.
“Oh yeah, so damn pretty.”
“Thank you.” To reward Tate for the compliments, Liam tongued his slit.
“Fuck.” He jolted hard. “I need to sit before I fucking fall.”
Liam sucked hard on Tate’s tip, loving the way his man reacted to his mouth. “By all means,” he said after releasing Tate’s dick. “Actually, why don’t you lie on the bed? On your stomach.”
Uncertainty flashed in Tate’s eyes, and he swallowed hard but nodded before scooting onto the bed. “You’re not naked.”
“Ooops,” Liam said with a chuckle. “How about I fix that?”
Tate watched him disrobe with hungry eyes. Liam soaked up the attention as he removed his shirt, shoes, shorts, and the tiny pink briefs he’d worn that morning. He’d never grow tired of Tate’s eyes on him. Hell, if the man wanted a strip show every day, Liam would be happy to provide it. He was a natural-born performer, after all.
“Christ, those things are sexy.”
“Thank you,” he said, reaching for his cock.
“Seriously, I’m gonna need you to wear those again soon so I can take them off with my teeth.”
Jesus . Liam’s knees wobbled.
“Anytime. Now, as much as I love the way you look sprawled out on my bed with that gorgeous cock all hard and leaking… roll over.”
Tate did, groaning when his erection pressed into the mattress. He folded his arms under his head and stared back at Liam with hot desire.
“God, Tate, your ass is a thing of beauty.” He crawled up onto the bed and grabbed the thick cheeks in both hands. Tate’s lusty moan made another bead of precum slip from Liam’s cock.
He squeezed and kneaded Tate’s ass until his man was panting and practically humping the bed.
“Liam…”
He spread his hands and Tate’s ass cheeks apart, exposing his tight, pink hole. “Get ready, baby. I’m about to change your life.”
“Shit,” Tate muttered.
Liam leaned forward and blew a long stream of air on the bared skin.
“Oh fuck,” Tate shouted as his entire body spasmed. “Luxe, what the…”
They were only just beginning. If he stayed that responsive, this would blow his mind. “I am going to make this ass feel so fucking good, you’ll never want me to leave it.”
“God, Luxe, you’re fucking killing me. Do something.”
A slightly evil grin curled Liam’s lips. If his suspicion was right, Tate had no idea how good this could get. But he was about to find out. He leaned in and licked over Tate’s rim.
His man bucked and hollered, “Motherfucker,” making Liam chuckle against Tate’s asshole.
“First time?”
Tate trembled. “Yeah, uh, first time.”
“Green light?”
“Fuck, Luxe, yes. Green fucking light to anything you want to do to me.”
Oh, this is going to be fun.
TATE brACED FOR what he knew was coming. Quick fucks in a club bathroom didn’t lend to such an intimate act. The mere thought of Liam burying his face between his ass cheeks and eating him out nearly had him coming. The puff of air had been enough to make a violent rocket of pleasure coast through him. And his tongue? There were no words.
Liam’s warm tongue met his hole again, lingering this time, and the warm, wet pressure awoke neglected nerve endings with a near-violent burst of pleasure.
“Holy shit!” he shouted, jerking his head off the pillow so he could stare back at Liam.
The minx wore an impish smirk. “Too much?”
“Fuck no, that was…”
“Best thing ever, right?”
“Pretty damn close. I’m reserving that title for your cock in my ass.” He prayed he could hold out that long.
“Well, aren’t you sweet? I think that deserves a reward. Lie back down.”
Tate let his head fall onto his folded arms. His ass clenched in anticipation of another tonguing from his lover. He wasn’t sure he could survive it, but he’d give it his very best.
Liam wasted no time. He dove in, licking circles around Tate’s asshole and occasionally nipping at his crack. Tate tried not to dissolve into a porn-worthy mess of moans and whimpers, but it was damn near impossible, especially when Liam whispered, “Fuck, I love this,” into his ass before attacking him again.
His balls ached with the fierce need to come, but at the same time, he wanted to revel in this treatment for hours.
He lost himself in the sinful pleasure of the most intimate act he’d participated in. The discomfort in his face all but disappeared. There wasn’t space for pain alongside pleasure this sharp. Words flowed out of his mouth unchecked, though he had no idea what he was saying.
Pleas, praises, whines.
And then Liam breached his hole with his tongue, and Tate let out a half sob half scream. Liam had softened the tight muscles, so there was no pain, though definitely a foreign feeling of invasion, but at the same time, it felt better than anything he’d experienced before. “Liam,” he choked out as he started to fuck the bed. “I need to come. Fuck, I’m dying.”
Liam slapped his ass. The sting went straight to his balls, feeling like a hard tug.
“Nuh-uh-uh, no cheating, baby.”
“Please, Luxe…” More? Relief? What was he even pleading for?
“Oh shit, if I’d know the sound of you begging would be that hot, I’d have made you do it long before now.”
“Luxe…” This time, it was more of a growled command.
He could feel Liam shiver behind him. “That’s it. Love me growly, demanding Tate. But I think you’re ready for the next step, so let’s ramp this up a notch.”
Tate groaned when the incredible lips and tongue disappeared, but he didn’t have to wait long for the next notch . The snick of a lube cap had him tensing, but Liam was right there, crooning in his ear. “Just relax, baby. One finger to start, and it’s nice and lubed up. I promise this is going to feel good.”
He circled Tate’s rim, and like the tongue, it felt new but damn good.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, baby. This beautiful home is already soft and opening up for me. It’s beautiful. You’re just dying to be full of me, aren’t you?”
Pressure came next, and before he had the chance to process the increased sensation or the erotic question fully, Liam’s finger slipped inside him.
“I… oh shit… wow.”
“So eloquent, baby.”
Liam was inside him. A man, the most perfect man, had his finger buried in Tate’s ass. And Tate liked it. There was mild discomfort from the unfamiliar invasion, a slight burn and stretch, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
“I… I like it.”
Warm lips trailed up his spine. “Good. I want you to fucking love it, though, so how about I do this?” Liam circled his finger, probing, testing, and loosening the hole for his cock. Tate breathed and forced himself to relax and feel, not think. “Or this?” Liam curled his finger and hit something that set off an entire firework show in Tate’s body.
“Luxe! Fuck!”
Liam chuckled as he kissed along the ridge of Tate’s shoulder blade. “Wanna guess what that was?”
His skin buzzed with electricity. Even his body hair felt charged. “Jesus, had I known you guys were dead serious about the prostate, I mighta tried that on my own.”
“Trust me, we do not lie about the magic of the prostate.” Liam did it again, and Tate’s back bowed as he let out a high-pitched whine and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from coming.
“You can’t do much more of that, Luxe, or I’ll be lying in a puddle of cum and miss the main event.”
“No, we definitely can’t have that.” Liam licked a line up the back of Tate’s neck, then sucked where it curved into his shoulder as he sneakily snuck a second finger in him.
It ramped up the intensity for sure, making him feel like he was riding the edge of pleasure and pain, but he fucking loved it. When Liam scissored his fingers, stretching him, he groaned and experimentally pushed back on the fingers.
“That’s it,” Liam said, still laying a mix of soft and biting kisses all over his back. “You’re taking two fingers well, baby. You’re gonna take my cock like a champ, but I want one more in you first. Make sure you’re ready for me, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, do it.” He panted and rocked back, coming up onto his elbows to get those fingers in deeper.
Liam was really finger-fucking him now, whispering approval and filthy promises as he worked a third finger inside. He hit Tate’s prostate a few more times, each accompanied by a dark chuckle when Tate shouted and cursed.
His body shook. Sweat rolled down his back, captured by Liam’s searching tongue. His breath came in great heaves and flops. “Oh God, please, Luxe.” He was going out of his damn mind. “I’m not gonna last. You gotta fuck me now. I’m ready.”
“Mmm, I think you are.” Liam pulled his fingers out, and Tate moaned at the loss of fullness. He’d fought this in his mind, but fuck, if he didn’t love the feeling of those fingers in his ass. He had a feeling in the future, he’d be fighting Liam for the bottom position, and that they had a lot of flip-fucking on the horizon.
“Roll over, baby,” Liam said as he lightly slapped Tate’s ass. “I wanna see you when I take you for the first time. Wanna see every single expression on that gorgeous face. Wanna watch those eyes glaze over when I push into you.”
“Fuck.” Tate rolled over so fast he nearly sent Liam tumbling off the bed.
“Eager?” Liam said with a laugh as he righted himself.
“You fucking know I am. Now get that pretty cock inside me.” He hauled his knees up, exposing himself to Liam on his own this time. Any reservations or discomfort over the vulnerable position had passed, replaced by an overwhelming desperation to be filled.
The teasing grin on Liam’s face transformed into dark need. He stroked his hands up the backs of Tate’s thighs, then shoved two fingers back inside him.
Tate groaned.
“Shit, I almost forgot. Let me get a condom. Jesus, I’ve never forgotten.” Apparently, Liam couldn’t resist twisting his fingers one final time.
“No! I’m tested. I’m clean. Fucking promise it. I’ve never gone without, and I was tested after the last guy many months ago.” Had he really just ordered Liam to come bare in his ass? Yes, he had. The thought of Liam’s cum flooding his insides had him breathless. “No condom, Luxe.”
The other man’s eyes widened, and he nodded so fast he looked like a bobblehead doll. “I’m clean too. Never been without one. I might bust before I’m all the way in. This is going to be the hottest thing ever,” he mumbled the final part.
The fingers were gone in a second, replaced by the flared head of Liam’s dick. He wasn’t the thickest, but long and plenty generous enough to make Tate tense as a flicker of nerves returned.
“Relax, baby. Just think about how much you loved my fingers. I promise this is even better. Liam grabbed the lube and drizzled it over his cock before spreading it around.
Their gazes locked, and Tate blew out a slow breath.
Liam nodded. “Bear down on me a little.”
Tate did as he asked, and Liam pressed forward with slow, steady determination. “Good, that’s so good. You’re taking me, Tate. That’s the tightest thing ever.”
Oh God, he was. He felt so much fuller than when it’d been Liam’s fingers. Liam’s cock stretched everything at once, causing an intense burn and, yes, a bit of pain, but not enough for Tate to ask him to slow down or stop.
Liam drove forward until his pelvis met Tate’s ass as his cock was fully seated. “Jesus.” His head fell forward. “I need a minute. I’ve never felt anything so tight on my dick.”
Damn, it felt good to know Liam was struggling with the same intensity of sensations. Tate needed a moment anyway to adjust to the cock splitting him in half. After a few seconds, he was able to relax and let the discomfort melt away. All that remained was that exquisite feeling of being full and connected to Liam in the most primal way.
Suddenly, even that wasn’t enough.
“Luxe, please… you gotta fuck me now.”
LIAM STARED DOWN at the open pleasure on Tate’s face. Had he ever seen anything sexier than the gorgeous man giving up his ass for the first time?
What a gift.
Liam blinked once as though clicking a camera shutter to capture a mental photo of the moment. It would stay locked away in his memory forever.
No matter what happened after, he’d always have this experience.
The clench of Tate’s ass surrounding his cock had him seeing stars. As he slid out, the tight walls tugged on the sensitive skin of his dick in exactly the right way. He’d thought sex was fantastic with a condom, but this was another level entirely.
He clutched at Tate’s thighs. “Tate, this is… fuck, this is amazing.” He thrust back in with a hard snap of his hips. “You’re so goddamn hot and tight.”
“Oh, fuck yes, Luxe. Do that again.”
Try and stop me.
He did it again and again with increasing power each time. Within seconds, Tate was moaning and shouting encouragement while Liam fucked him like his life depended on it. The blissed-out expression on Tate’s face had Liam fucking him harder and faster just to see him lose himself with each thrust.
Sweat dripped from his forehead down onto Tate, but his man didn’t notice. He’d dropped his thighs and planted his feet on the mattress, using them to power his hips and meet each of Liam’s wild thrusts.
Liam’s orgasm barreled down on him with frightening intensity and way too much speed. He clenched his teeth and tried to hold off. If it were up to him, this would last all night. He wanted to spend hours inside his man, making him come over and over until they passed out from the pleasure.
But then Tate uttered a savage curse, and his back bowed off the bed. “Again, right fucking there. Fuck, that’s it, Luxe.”
Liam grabbed his hips and slammed with fast, sharp strokes that hit Tate’s prostate each time. His man was a babbling, begging mess in seconds.
“P-please,” he said, breathing hard enough to stutter the word. “Luxe, please.”
“You’re so gorgeous with my cock in you, Tate. I want to fucking live inside you.”
“Yes,” Tate said as he moaned. “I had no idea…”
But he knew now.
“Luxe, please, I need to come so bad.”
“Me, too, baby.” Liam grabbed Tate’s cock, so slick with rivers of precum he didn’t need a drop of lube. He tugged a few times, then Tate shouted and went stiff as a board. Ribbons of white cum spurted from the head of his dick up to his chest. His ass squeezed Liam’s cock with the force of a damn vise clamp, making his vision blur.
There was no way in hell Liam could hold on after that.
He cried out as he shook and came with violent spasms into Tate’s ass. Before he’d finished coming, his arms gave out, and he collapsed into the mess of spunk on Tate’s chest, still twitching.
But he’d never been happier.