15. Chapter 15 Liam
Iwoke up to his hand.
Not shaking me. Not nudging. His hand, slow, under the waistband of my boxers, fingers wrapping around my dick before my brain was even online. I thrusted my hips into his hand before I even opened my eyes. It felt so good.
"Merry Christmas," Alex said, low, against my ear.
I was already hard. He'd been stroking me in my sleep, long and slow, and my body had been responding without me. Thick in his palm. I hadn't even looked at him yet.
I opened my eyes.
The house was quiet. Alex was on his side facing me, propped on one elbow, hair wrecked from sleep — he looked so sexy. His shirt was off, and his chest and biceps were well-defined. My cock throbbed while he continued to stroke me.
"How long have you been — "
"Long enough." He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, and I grabbed the sheet. "I couldn't sleep. You were right there."
"So you just started jerking me off?"
"Are you complaining?"
"No. Keep going."
His mouth found my neck. Tongue, then teeth. His hand kept moving, and I lay there in the half-dark, letting him take me apart.
Then he pulled the covers back and slid down between my legs. Pulled my boxers off and settled on his stomach with his face above my dick, propped on his elbows, and looked up at me. His lips were already parted.
"Can I?"
"Yes."
He took me in. Warm and wet, his tongue wrapping around my, he went slow at first. Testing.
Tasting. His lips stretched around me and his eyes stayed on mine.
He pulled back to the tip, swirled his tongue around the head, then sank back down.
Slow, deliberate, like he was memorizing me.
Alex between my legs with my dick in his mouth at six in the morning on Christmas. I was never going to recover from this.
I put my hand in his hair. He moaned around me and I felt it in my stomach.
"Deeper," I said.
He took me deeper. His jaw relaxed, and he slid down until I felt the back of his throat and his eyes watered, and he held there. I pushed his head down, firm but not rough, and he took it. Didn't gag. Didn't pull back. His throat worked around me, and the sound I made was too loud for this house.
"That's it. Stay there."
He held. Five seconds. Ten. Then he came up gasping, spit connecting his lips to the head, and his face was already a mess. Lips swollen, chin slick, eyes glassy. He stroked me with his hand while he caught his breath, his grip wet and tight.
"You okay?" I said.
"I'm great." His voice was hoarse. He licked his lips. "I love your cock. I love it so much."
I almost lost it.
He went back down without being told. Bobbing now, finding a rhythm, his hand working the base while his mouth worked the top. Wet sounds filled the room. His tongue did something on the underside, and my hips jerked, and he took it, adjusted, and kept going.
"That's so good… keep sucking me."
There's a thing that happens to me when Alex does what I tell him.
Every part of my brain that runs on worry and fear shuts off.
All of it. Gone. My golden boy, on his stomach between my legs, doing exactly what I say and loving every second.
The trust of it was the hottest thing I'd ever felt.
He'd let go of all control and every Harrington reflex and was just the boy who wanted to make me feel good.
And I got off on that more than anything his mouth was doing.
"Take your boxers off," I said.
He reached back without lifting his mouth and pushed his boxers down and kicked them off the end of the bed.
Still on his stomach, still between my legs, and now I could see all of him.
His back tapering to his waist. The curve of his ass, bare, the muscles tight.
His legs stretched out behind him. Perfect.
"Keep going," I said. "And arch your back for me."
He arched. His ass lifted, and I ran my hand down his spine to the small of his back. He shivered. I gripped his ass, squeezed hard, and he moaned around my dick and pushed back against my hand.
I found his hole with two fingers. Circled it. Light pressure. He groaned and his hips rocked against the mattress.
"You like that?"
He pulled off just enough. "Yes. God, yes."
"What do you want?"
"I want you inside me."
"Not yet. Keep sucking me. You're gonna earn it."
He took me back in, hungrier, his hand stroking the base while his tongue worked the underside.
Sloppy now. Wet. I could hear it and the sound was filthy.
I licked my fingers and put them back on his hole, circling, pressing, teasing.
His hips were grinding against the sheets, and his ass was pushing toward my hand.
He looked up at me with his pretty blue eyes.
"Lick my balls."
"Anything you want baby."
He slid his tongue down and lower. Licked across my balls, slow, wet, one at a time, while his hand kept stroking. His palm was slick with spit, and his tongue was flat and warm and he took one into his mouth and sucked gently, and I had to grip the sheet to keep from losing it.
"Fuck. That's good."
He let go and licked back up the shaft and took the head in again, his hand still working the base, and he was looking up at me with his face a mess. Lips swollen. Chin wet. Spit on his cheek. The most put-together person I'd ever met, and he was wrecked between my legs and happy about it.
"That's right," I said. "That's a good boy. You're gonna get everything you want."
His whole body shivered. He moaned around me, and his eyes fluttered shut, and his hips ground against the mattress, and I watched my golden boy lose himself in what he was doing and thought: this is what it looks like when he's free.
I put my hand around his jaw and lifted his mouth off my cock.
"You like that?"
He moaned in agreement.
"Good." I pulled him close to me and leaned in and pushed my tongue into his mouth. It tasted so good, tasting him and myself on his tongue.
I rolled out of bed. "Lay flat on your stomach," I said. "Head on the pillow."
He inched up on the mattress, and he stretched his arms up, and arched his back, and spread his legs. Waiting.
I stood next to the bed and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Slicked my fingers and leaned over him and kissed the back of his neck.
"Liam. Please."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me."
One finger. Slow. He groaned into the mattress and pushed back.
"Put my dick back in your mouth if you want another one."
He obeyed, slid over to me, wrapped his hand around my dick and took me back into his warm mouth, while I stood over him and slid my finger in and out of his hole.
I added another finger, and his hips jerked, and he moaned around my dick.
"That's a good boy, get it nice and wet."
"Mhmm."
Two fingers. Stretching, curling, finding the spot that made his whole body jerk. "There?"
"Fuck. Right there."
"Right here?" I pressed again. Held it.
"Yes. God. Liam. Please."
I worked that spot until his legs were shaking and his sounds were constant and broken. Then I pulled my fingers out and pulled my dick out of his mouth.
"You ready?"
"I've been ready. Please."
I got on top of him and pressed my tip against his hole.
He moaned as I rubbed against it and then suddenly it relaxed.
He wanted it. I pushed in. No condom. Just us.
Bare, tight, hot, nothing between us, and the feeling made my whole body lock.
I held still a second, buried, feeling him adjust, feeling every inch of him around me.
"Oh my god," he said into the mattress. "I can feel everything."
"I know." I pulled back slow. Pushed in again. "Me too."
"More. Please."
I started moving. Deep, slow strokes. My hands on his hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of his spine.
"Harder," he said.
I went harder. His hands gripped the top of the mattress and I grabbed his hip with one hand and the back of his neck with the other and drove into him and his back arched and he moaned loud and I could feel every sound he made vibrating through his body into mine.
"You feel incredible," I said into his ear. "You know that?"
"Don't stop. Right there."
I held the angle. Drove into him. Bare inside him, feeling every pulse, every grip, and the heat climbed fast and hard.
"I'm gonna come."
"Come inside me. I want to feel it. Please, Liam. Fill me up."
It happened so quick, the orgasm shot through my whole body from my toes all the way up my back. I came hard and pressed my cock deep into his hole. It was exactly what he wanted. I collapsed on top of him, still pulsing inside him with nothing between us, and he pressed back and took all of it.
We stayed a few seconds. Forehead on his spine. Both wrecked.
Then he turned over. Hard, flushed, untouched. The look on his face was hungry and nowhere close to done.
"Your turn," I said, and slid down his body.