Chapter 41
FORTY-ONE
Liam stares down at me with so much heat in his eyes, I think the room is going to light on fire.
His hand trails down my stomach. “I need to taste you, mo chridhe.”
Anticipation swirls in my stomach as I nod, keeping my eyes locked on his.
“Can you roll over?” he asks, his eyes dropping to my arm.
I nod again and roll over, wincing as pain flares in my arm when I put too much weight on it. I grit my teeth and shift, trying to ignore it.
But Liam watches me carefully, then grabs a pillow and slides it beneath my chest and arm. I can't help but breathe out a laugh, appreciating the quiet way he’s always looking after me.
Then he settles between my legs, and his warm, wet tongue glides over my hole, lighting up everything inside me. My head drops and I bury my face in the pillow, letting out a loud moan.
Holy shit.
He gently bites the flesh of my ass before he licks me again, and the feeling of his rough stubble against my skin and the soft warmth of his tongue over my hole nearly has me whimpering. As he continues to lick and suck my ass, I find myself pushing back into him, both begging for more and needing him to stop so I don’t come before he’s inside me. But when he shoves his tongue into my ass and moans, the vibration is overwhelming, and a shock rolls up my spine.
“ Fuck ,” I mutter.
He does it again, and again, and before long I’m panting and moaning into the pillow, barely hanging on.
“Fuck, Liam,” I grunt as I finally try to roll over, needing him inside me. But I struggle to push off the bed with my arm and hiss in pain.
He immediately pulls away from me and reaches up to help me roll over onto my back. Once I’m there, he leans over me with a soft look in his eyes as they dance over my face.
My good hand lifts to his chest, and I trail my fingers down his abs. A breath escapes him as I grasp his hard cock and stroke him, and he lowers himself to place a soft kiss on my lips. But after a few more strokes, I push him back onto his knees.
I follow him and kiss his stomach, lightly trailing my lips down his skin until I reach his cock. When I take him into my mouth, a groan escapes him as his fingers slip into my hair, tugging just hard enough to let me know how good this feels.
And that’s all I want, to make him feel as good as he always makes me feel. He’s always taking care of me, steady and strong despite his own pain, and the gratitude I have for him is too much to hold inside. I want to give him everything, to pour myself into him and return just a fraction of what he’s given me. His touch sends electricity through my body, igniting something deep within me that builds and surges back to him in waves of love and need.
His moans grow louder as I take him deeper into my mouth and taste his precum on my tongue. His sounds are urging me on and I’m desperate for him as I grip his ass with my good hand and take him to the back of my throat. I lift my eyes to meet his as I do, and his throat bobs as he stares down at me, an intense heat in his gaze. I hold him deep in my throat and he groans as his grip in my hair tightens. He watches intently and his stomach muscles contract as I pull back and do it again, until he pushes me back.
He shakes his head as he blows out a breath. “You’re going to make me come.”
I smirk at him, settling onto my back and opening my legs for him. “Then come.”
He falls over me, pressing his lips to mine as he shoves his tongue into my mouth. I take everything he gives me as he kisses me fiercely and grinds his cock against mine. But as he reaches for the lube, my heart rate spikes.
I watch him as he kneels between my legs and rubs the lube on his cock, then lowers his fingers to swipe over my hole. Anticipation rolls through me as he lines himself up to push into my ass. But just as the tip of his cock presses against my hole, he looks up and meets my eyes.
And I smile. “Fuck me.”
His lips tilt up in a devilish smirk, and he pushes into me. A shiver ripples through my body as the pressure in my ass increases, and my breaths come quick and heavy. And when his hips meet my ass, and the pressure morphs into a feeling of intense fullness and pleasure, he drops to place a gentle kiss on my lips.
Liam holds himself over me as he slowly moves his hips, thrusting in and out of me in a slow and gentle rhythm that feels so fucking good. He slides against my prostate, over and over in a steady and tortuous pace that sends continuous streams of tingles up my spine and moans to my lips.
I grab at him as he kisses me again, and I need everything I can get. I need him to devour me, take me, and fuck me.
He seems to know exactly what I need and he increases his pace, thrusting into me harder and faster. I place my hand on his chest and feel his heart thundering as his breaths come quick and frantic.
And as soon as he sits back and takes my cock in his hand… I’m fucking done for.
“Oh my god,” I mutter as I feel everything in me tense.
“Hm,” Liam mutters, stroking me as he fucks my ass. “Come for me, mo chridhe.”
Those words alone are all I need to tip over the edge, as overwhelming pleasure surges through my body and my muscles tremble as I come, harder than I think I ever have before.
Liam falls over me, dropping his head to my chest as he continues to fuck me.
“I’m coming,” he pants.
But as he starts to pull back, I wrap my arm around him to keep him right where he is.
“Come inside me.”
I feel his body go rigid under my touch as he groans, pressing his forehead into my chest as he comes. His cock pulses in my ass, and I sink my fingers into his hair to pull his head back and press my lips to his.
He pants against my mouth as he catches his breath, then pulls back to look down at me with a heavy exhale.
“Ready for dinner?”
“Well, Captain’s payin’ and I got pretty near ‘bout half left, so…” Glen looks at his half empty beer and nods to Allison. “Yeah, I’ll take another.”
I chuckle as Allison’s gaze shifts to me, and I nod. “Bring another round.”
“Fuck yeah,” Mitch holds his beer up. “Cheers, crew!”
We all raise our glasses as laughter and clinking fills the air.
Liam adds a, “Sláinte,” and Sarah's eyes light up as she turns to him.
“Oh, I like the Gaelic,” she says with a smile.
Liam gives me a sly side smirk, and I huff out a small laugh.
You have no idea.
“Well, here’s to another great season in the books,” Mitch says, pushing his empty plate aside. “And another good meal.”
Glen nods, finishing off the last bite of his meal. “Thanks, Cap. Appreciated as always.”
“My pleasure,” I say, with a smile.
Mitch leans forward, eyeing my arm. “So, how’s the healing process going?”
“It’s ok,” I say. “I meet with the hand therapist a couple times a week now. I guess it’s progressing as it should be, but the doctor was right. It’s fucking slow.” I blow out a breath. “And painful.”
Sarah gives me a sympathetic look. “Any timeline for when you can come back?”
I shake my head with a sigh. “I don’t know. I definitely won’t be back in time for tuna season in August. There’s no way I could haul one of those onto the boat.” I shrug. “If I get enough strength in my hand by November to start lobster season… maybe. But to manage the winch and pull up traps… I’m not sure I’ll be able to by then.”
Liam shrugs slightly beside me. “I could weld you new switches for the winch so they’re easier to manage.”
I smile at him. “You’d do that even after I kicked your ass so hard this morning?”
He huffs out a laugh. “That victory won’t be lasting long.”
A chuckle escapes me as well as I look into his sparkling eyes… and I get lost in them. I love that he’s here with me, helping me celebrate my crew, having a good time, and is just… happy. My hand drifts to his knee as I smile at him… until I’m suddenly very aware of where we are, and that there are eyes on us.
I keep my hand where it is as I slowly glance around the table, where Mitch, Glen, and Sarah are looking between me and Liam curiously.
Shit.
I was going to tell them eventually, but hadn’t exactly planned on it tonight.
My heart starts racing as I try to figure out what to say, but Sarah beats me to it.
“I…” she starts, then claps her hands together with a wide grin. “ Knew it! Well, I didn’t know it, but Iknew something was going on with you guys, and this is even better than anything I could have imagined.”
Mitch and Glen both look at her in confusion.
“Huh?” Glen grunts.
She rolls her eyes and waves a hand at them in dismissal. “You’re men, you wouldn’t get it.”
But I just stare back at her, waiting for an explanation.
“Please,” she says with a shake of her head. “That day on the boat? Fucking obvious.” Then she pops a fry in her mouth.
“What was obvious?” Glen asks, then looks at me and Liam, pointing between us. “You knew about this?”
“Like I said…” Sarah sighs. “Men.”
Glen just shrugs. “Well, congrats boys.” He holds up his beer and takes a swig.
Mitch just smiles with a soft, approving nod as he raises his glass to both of us.
“Alright, here we go…” Allison approaches the table and sets the tray down with our drinks on it and starts passing them out. But when her eyes land on my hand, still on Liam’s knee, they quickly snap back up to me.
But I take a deep breath and accept that this is all going to be a bit hard for a while. Despite feeling confident and comfortable with my choice to be fully out… I still need to take those uncomfortable steps to do that.
But her eyes soften, and she sets my beer down in front of me with a smile. “Here you go.” Then she does the same to Liam.
I smile back at her. “Thanks Allie.”
“So, Liam,” Sarah says as Allison leaves the table.
Liam’s gaze follows Allison for a moment longer and I chuckle, giving his leg a gentle squeeze to bring his attention back to the table. And selfishly… I kind of love the jealous possessiveness.
“You joining the crew next year?” Sarah asks him.
He huffs out a little laugh with a shake of his head. “As fun as it was… I’m a welder.” He pauses for a moment, taking in a deep breath as he looks out the window at the water. “It was mine and my best friend's dream to be welders… and he’s not here anymore.” I slip my hand into his, and he shifts his gaze back to me. “So, I’ll keep doing it, for him. And me.”
I smile softly as I stare into his eyes, feeling the quiet strength radiating from him, and I’m filled with pride for how far he’s come.
“But,” he says, turning back to the table with a smile, “I’ll definitely come out whenever I’m home.”
“Cheers to that,” Mitch says, holding his beer up.
I keep my eyes on Liam for a moment longer, savouring the happiness in his expression, then I pick up my beer as well and clink it to everyone else’s.
“Sláinte!”