Chapter 17
Seventeen
Liam
“Angel?” I whisper.
“Hmm?”
“Do you want to hit this joint?” He rolls over and rubs at his sleepy eyes, then reaches his hand out blindly. I chuckle and place it in his fingers.
He wraps his cherry red lips around the joint, inhaling deeply. “What time is it?” he rasps.
“Eight. You slept for like seven hours.”
He opens his eyes all the way now and runs a hand across his chest. “Damn,” he says surprisedly.
“You needed it though.”
He nods and I roll over, propping myself up on his chest. “Fuck, you’re heavy,” he jokes.
I smirk and dart my tongue out across his nipple and it peaks instantly.
He tugs on my hair to pull me closer, so I help him out and move up his body.
I spread his plump lips with my thumb, and he catches it, locking it between them.
Blood rushes to my cock, causing it to thicken against him.
He sucks on it playfully. I drop my forehead to his and pull my thumb from his mouth.
“Don’t play with me like that,” I groan.
“Oh… you actually thought that was hot? I thought it was just some cheesy pornstar thing—"
I smash my lips onto his and fuck my tongue into his mouth, dragging it from cheek to cheek the way I love. He moans around my tongue—a real one this time. His legs wrap around me, pulling me closer as he rubs his hard cock against mine.
I break the kiss and trail my lips across his jaw, down his neck, and nip at his collar bone.
He hits the joint again, and I instinctively seal my lips to his, letting him blow the smoke into my mouth.
I exhale the smoke on his neck, still wet with my saliva.
He gasps and reaches out to the nightstand putting the joint in the ashtray.
“I bet it never felt this way with anyone else,” I whisper hotly into his ear. Goosebumps break out across his skin as he shudders.
“You know it hasn’t,” he whimpers, his hips twitching upward in search of friction.
“I know, baby.” I sit back on my legs and slide his rainbow briefs down his legs. “Spread them wide open for me.” There’s none of the usual hesitance from him.
I squeeze his balls, cupping and pulling at them, and latch my mouth to his inner thigh.
I suck and pull on the skin with my teeth, hard enough to leave a mark.
He hisses from the pain-laced pleasure. Even though he’s an angel, I don’t take it easy on him.
I never will because I know he wants my all.
He wouldn’t want me to hold back the torrent of desire he causes within me.
I release the bruised skin and dip down to his hip, dragging my tongue across the smooth, golden skin toward his dick. I haven’t been this close to it before—or any dick for that matter. But I don’t care; I’m going to make him feel amazing after today.
He’s blocking it all out, but I know today was one of the worst days of his life so far.
We’ll both remember it for the rest of our lives, and I wish I could take it all away from him.
No one should ever have to see their own mother like that; we’re not built for that kind of shit.
My nostrils flare in anger just thinking about it.
Why do the worst things happen to the best people?
My angel doesn’t deserve none of that shit.
“I’m gonna suck you now, T,” I tell him.
He gasps, “A-are you sure?”
I smirk and grab him in my hand. The dark pink head is dripping pre-cum. “You’re always so wet for me, angel.”
His brows lift in shock, and he groans as I close my mouth around him.
I swirl my tongue around the head, focusing on his slit and the tender spot underneath it.
His legs reflexively close around me, locking my head between his thighs.
It urges me on, making me take him deeper.
I slide my lips down his shaft until he hits the back of my throat.
He moans and writhes beneath me as I slide up and down until my lips reach the base of him. I stay there for a moment allowing my throat to adjust.
“Oh my fucking god, Liam,” he yells, and I feel his cock grow harder and throb against my tongue like he’s about to cum. I pull off quickly and squeeze him in my hand, preventing him from coming.
“Not yet, angel. I want to eat this pussy, too.”
His hands fly up to cover his face on a long groan, but he relents, grabbing the backs of his thighs pulling them up to his chest.
“You love it when I talk to you like that, don’t you?”
He refuses to meet my gaze, but hums in agreement. I chuckle against the fleshy skin of his ass and pull it between my teeth. His hips lift from the bed, nudging me toward where he really wants me. So, I give him what he wants. I drag my flat tongue from the bottom of his crease to the top.
I press my lips to his hole, nipping and licking at it, and it drives him crazy. Indecipherable noises cascade from his lips and his ass meets me with every thrust of my tongue. My golden angel loves getting his pussy eaten.
His hole is soft, so I slide my finger next to my tongue working it into him.
“More, baby. Give me two,” he begs. The endearment sparks something within me, and I give him what he wants.
The second finger meets only a slight amount of resistance, but I think he likes the stretch because he moans in relief.
I lick around his hole while thrusting in and out.
I quirk my fingers inside of him to reach his prostate, and my quick movements obliterate him.
He’s a whining mess beneath me, tugging at my hair to the point of pain.
I fucking love it so much—him. Completely at my mercy.
I grab my own dick with one hand, still thrusting into him with the other, hitting his spot over and over again.
“Come for me, T,” I groan. My hand flies up and down my rock-hard cock and he reaches for his own, giving it a few tugs before cum shoots from the perfect head of it. Everything about him is so perfect.
“I fucking love you… so much,” I roar as my climax slams into me, toppling me over. I collapse onto his toned stomach as I release all over him. His abs ripple beneath me with his shuddered gasps. “You’re just… you’re everything,” I pant against his sweaty skin.
I roll my head upward to look at him. He’s red all over, from his chest to his neck to his cheeks, and pants. His eyes are glassy as he gapes down at me through heavy lids.
“W-what do you mean?” he stutters, blissed out.
My fingers are still buried deep in his ass, but I leave them there, rotating them around. His legs tremble on a whimper. “I mean I’m going to be by your side ’til the end of time. You’ll never be alone again; you’ll never get rid of me.”
“I don’t want you to ever go,” he mumbles, uninhibited affection lacing his tone.
Fire licks against my heart at his words.
I believe him, and it’s as terrifying as it is gratifying.
I swirl my fingers once more and pull them from him.
Leaning back, I inspect the area. His hole is bright red to match the marks I left on his thighs with my hands and mouth, and a few ropes of my cum decorate him there. A satisfied sound rumbles in my chest.
“Ugh,” he groans. “Why do you always have to look? It’s so embarrassing.” His hole clenches and releases with his words.
“I like to see what I do to you. I like knowing that you have these marks under your clothes—that no matter what, you’re still feeling me.”
“Weirdo,” he bristles, but his eyes are dark with lust.
He grabs his phone from the nightstand and starts flicking through it while I gather the things to clean us both up. A satisfied smirk rests on my face as he opens his legs up wider and continues scrolling on his phone while I clean him with a damp cloth.
“Do you wanna go to Danny’s? Apparently, there’s a big party tonight,” he muses noncommittally.
I collapse next to him on the bed and he rolls over, draping his leg across mine, pressed right up close to my side. “Is that what you really want to do tonight?” I ask, just to check.
He shakes his head against me. “No. I don’t want to move from this spot. Now that I think about it, I don’t think my legs would work anyway.”
I squeeze his ass cheek roughly and he rocks against me. “So that’s all I had to do to get you to stay in one place for more than an hour?” I say while shaking my head.
“Shut up.” He yawns. “I’m going back to sleep. Put on a show I can listen to.” His soft, sleepy voice is in full effect.
I roll my eyes. He’s always slept with the TV on. I need the room to be pitch black when I sleep, so I leave it on until he starts snoring lightly and turn it off.
“I don’t think I should go,” Teddy groans from the couch, face ashen with fear. He just repainted his nails black, and his narrow fingers are all spread out as he waits for them to dry.
“It’s just lunch, T. She’ll be in a good mood; she always is after Sunday service, you know that,” I remind him while clasping my watch around my wrist.
“Sunday service was probably a good reminder for her to hate homosexuals,” he mumbles under his breath.
“It’s you and me forever, right?” I ask, pinning him with my gaze.
“Yes.”
“Then what difference does it make?”
He works his lower lip thoughtfully. I have no intentions of telling her about us today, but I’ll have to eventually—I’ve come to terms with it. I’ve never been a coward, and I won’t start now. “Get dressed,” I tell him and head outside.
The small school bus that the church uses is parked, and people are gathered around it. It looks like they’re giving away backpacks full of school supplies alongside the bread and pastries they usually hand out. I didn’t even realize school was starting again. Damn, where does the time go.
The woman who lives in the room next door follows behind her son as he excitedly rummages through his new backpack that’s almost the same size as him.
“Come on, Mikey,” she says to him. “You can look at it all when we get inside.”
“Fine,” he says dramatically.
She notices me watching them and smiles. “He’s starting pre-k this year.” She sighs.