16. Chapter 16 Alex
Liam's mouth on me right after he had just come inside me was the only thing in the world.
He'd slid down my body after pulling out and taken my dick in without stopping to breathe. Hot, rough, his hands pinning my hips flat. I could feel his cum still inside me, warm and slick, and the fullness combined with his tongue made my back arch off the bed.
"Fuck. Liam."
He sucked hard. His hand wrapped around the base and his mouth worked the my tip.
He was rough in a way he hadn't been before.
No warm-up. His mouth was everywhere, tongue swirling the head, lips tight on the shaft, and then he'd pull off and lick from the base to the tip with his tongue flat, and I'd feel every nerve in my body fire at once.
"This is what you get for being a good boy," he said, looking up at me. Then he took me back in, and the eye contact while his mouth was on my dick was almost more than I could handle.
"Liam. I want you back inside me."
He pulled off. "I just came."
"I don't care. I want your dick again."
"Then get me hard." He rolled onto his back. "You know what to do."
I moved between his legs. On my stomach, face above his cock. He was soft, slick, sensitive. I kissed the inside of his thigh first. Then the other.
"Stop teasing."
"I'm not teasing. I'm being gentle."
"I don't want gentle. I want your mouth."
I took him in. Gently, despite what he said, because he was still sensitive and the first touch made him hiss and his whole body flinch.
"Easy," he breathed. "Fuck."
I let my lips barely move. Just warmth. Just breath. His dick twitched on my tongue.
"That's it. Keep going. Just like that."
I worked him slow. No pressure. Tongue flat, circling the head, sliding down the shaft. I felt him thicken. Then fill. His hand came to the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair.
"You're getting hard again," I said against him.
"Because your mouth is so good. Don't stop."
I took him deeper. Sucked a little harder. He groaned and his hips lifted. I could feel him straining now, fully hard, and the fact that I'd brought him back with nothing but my mouth did something to me that I couldn't name.
"Sit up against the headboard," I said.
He moved. Back against the wood, legs stretched out. I moved up, his dick was wet from my mouth, hard, flushed dark. I looked at it and then looked at him.
"I want you to come in my mouth just like the other night," I said.
His chest was heaving. His hands found the sides of my face.
"Say that again."
"I want your cum in my mouth, Liam. Every drop."
"Fuck." His voice cracked.
He guided me down. I took him in, all of him, slow, and his head dropped back against the headboard.
His hands went into my hair and I found the rhythm.
Deep, steady, my tongue pressed flat, my hand tight on the base.
I could taste myself on him from earlier, mixed with his sweat, and I sucked him like I was starving for it.
"That's so good," he said. "Just like that. Don't stop."
"You like watching me?" I pulled off just long enough to look up at him, his dick resting against my lips.
"You have no idea." His thumb traced my lower lip. "Put your mouth back on my dick."
I did. Deeper. He groaned and his hand fisted in my hair and I felt him start to thrust, short pushes into my mouth that he couldn't control, and I opened my throat and took them.
I was so hard it hurt. My free hand found my own dick, and I started stroking in time with my mouth on him. Tasting him and touching myself. Every wall gone.
"You look so good with my dick in your mouth," he said. Low. "Fucking perfect."
I moaned around him. Stroked faster. My knees ached on the mattress and I didn't care. His hips were moving now, steady, fucking my mouth, and I let him. Wanted him to. Wanted him to use me until he couldn't hold it anymore.
His thighs tensed. His hand tightened in my hair.
"I'm close," he said. "Alex. Fuck. I'm close."
I pulled back to just the tip. Stroked him fast. Looked up.
"Give it to me," I said. "I want to taste it. Please."
"Jesus."
"Please, Liam. Cum in my mouth." I licked across the head slow. "I want it. I'm begging you."
He broke.
The first pulse hit my tongue hot and thick and I held my mouth open and took it.
His hand gripped the back of my neck and his hips thrust up, and I licked across the head while he came, spilling over my lips, and I swallowed and kept licking.
Chasing every drop while his body went rigid and the sounds coming out of him were barely human.
"Good boy," he said. Barely a whisper. "Take all of it."
Those words. His cum on my tongue and his hand in my hair and good boy hitting me in just the right place.
I came. Hard. Onto the sheets between his legs, my whole body clenching, my mouth still on him. And in a moment, I collapsed down, my head on his theigh, cum on my cheek. It was everything I wanted from Liam, and he always gave it to me.
I don't know how long we stayed. My head on his thigh. His hand in my hair, moving slow. The room smelled like sex.
"Alex."
"Yeah."
"Merry Christmas."
I laughed against his skin. Tasted him on my lips.
"Merry Christmas, Liam."
Through the wall, the coffee maker started. His mom was up. Christmas morning happening in a kitchen twenty feet from where we were lying tangled on a twin bed both destroyed.
"I hope she didn't hear," I said.
"Oh god… yeah me too."
He pulled me up. Kissed me. Long, tasting himself in my mouth and not pulling away.