CHAPTER 10
Owen
Liam’s cock hardened fully in my hand, his thick length pulsing hot against my palm.
His hips rolled slightly as he chased some kind of friction.
The soap’s slickness and my light touch made it impossible.
Every little pant of frustration he let out sparked down my spine and settled deep in my balls.
My own dick thickened as I watched the way he tried to hold it together. As he tried not to fall apart.
This wasn’t the plan. The plan had been simple, detached aftercare. It was supposed to be enough to settle Liam back into himself before taking him back out to where Ares was prepping him something to eat. The interlude was supposed to be a time for us to gauge where the night would go.
But instead, every reaction he gave pulled something out of me.
Something instinctive. Something that unraveled the careful distance I usually maintained with effortless precision.
I kept shifting the rhythm of my process to match him.
I slowed when he tensed, grounded him when his thoughts started to drift, and touched him simply because my body sought out his on autopilot.
None of it was intentional. It merely was.
The draw he had over me was disruptive in the most dangerous way.
It was natural. There was no strategy or calculation to it.
I wasn’t able to plan for it or accommodate it.
I was simply and inexplicably drawn to a man who was oblivious to the hold he had over me.
Architects didn’t improvise. We designed. We anticipated. We controlled every variable of the experience.
And yet Liam… Liam made me want to abandon the script completely and believe this thing between us was real.
I should’ve resisted more, but I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.
I rose to my feet and pushed him back against the wall, the air escaping his lungs with a quiet oompf.
My body crowded his until there was nothing but steam between us.
With fingers tangling in his wet hair, I kissed him.
My tongue slid against his as I ate up the low sound he let out.
His hands found my waist, fingers digging into my skin, and he matched my hunger without hesitation.
Water rushed between us endlessly, but all I could feel was the press of his mouth against mine and how he melted under my touch.
His cock slid against mine, and a shudder ran through him as he gasped.
I shifted my hips, grinding forward. The friction of our lengths together was electric.
A broken moan escaped him as he arched into the movement, seeking more from me.
I gave it to him, rolling my hips in a slow rhythm.
The head of my dick caught against his with each pass and sent heat sliding down my spine.
He reached between us, and his fingers wrapped around both our cocks, squeezing and stroking.
I groaned and broke the kiss, my forehead dropping to his. My fingers curled against the warm tile of the wall as I worked to maintain my control. The pace he set was quick and demanding, full of his uninhibited need.
“That’s it, baby,” I praised. Before I could say anything else, his lips landed on mine with a desperate whimper. The way he kissed me didn’t match the meticulous stroke of his hand. His mouth was slow and almost exploratory.
Every thrust into his hand threatened to undo me, even as I slowed my rhythm.
His thighs trembled, and his breath came out in quick pants.
I could feel how he teetered on the edge, his cock twitching and pulsing against my own.
It would’ve been so easy to let him fall—to let him exhaust himself right here with me.
But that wasn’t the plan, and I had to maintain some of what I was here to do with Ares. It didn’t matter that my cock practically screamed with a demand to throw the plan out the window. I wouldn’t do that to him. It wasn’t what he was here for.
My hand covered his, stopping him, as I stilled with my body still pressed to his. Leaning back slightly, his eyes found mine, full of unspoken questions and a hunger I understood deeply.
“Not yet,” I told him. I felt the way his body tensed under mine as the pleasure coiled through him. My lips brushed against his cheek. “I know the waiting sucks, baby, but it’ll be worth it when you’ve had a chance to recover a little. Let me take care of you first.”
Us, I mentally corrected myself.
“Okay.” He nodded slightly. “I trust you.”
“Good,” I said. I gave a shallow thrust, enjoying the feel of him one last time before stepping back. “Let’s get you out of this shower.”
I turned off the shower because I had to make some sort of move in the correct direction, and that beautiful smile on his face wasn’t helping my determination any.