Chapter 21
Twenty-One
Liam
This man could never understand what he’s done to me.
How he came into my life all those years ago and worked his way into my heart.
He turned my world upside down, and it’s only orbited around him ever since.
Even though he’s always questioned his importance to me and how much he matters, he’s always been number one.
My highest priority. My person. It’s always been difficult for people to read me, I don’t broadcast my emotions for anyone to see, and I know how much reassurance he’s always needed.
His eyes hold disbelief to some degree. But there’s nothing to be confused about when it comes to us.
It’s a sure thing and it always has been.
“Completely naked.” I watch as he scrambles to undress and climbs onto the bed, his lithe form laid out in front of me, waiting to be devoured.
“Damn. Wish you could see yourself,” I groan.
His pink tongue darts across his plush lower lip and my eyes can’t seem to look anywhere else.
“Stick your tongue out, angel.” His brows pinch together confusedly, but he does as told.
I climb onto the bed and grip his chin between my fingers, holding him steady and wide open as I lick right across his tongue.
My tongue swirls on top of his before spearing into his mouth, licking him from cheek to cheek.
Devouring him from the inside out. His eyes fall closed and his face relaxes in my grip as he lets me explore his mouth as if it were my own.
“So happy this is mine,” I whisper by his ear.
“Gonna stuff it full of my cock now.” Goosebumps spread across his skin, and he nods eagerly in my hold.
I grab my heavy cock in one hand and smooth the head over his lips before feeding it into his mouth.
When the wet heat envelopes me, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
He can’t cover his teeth properly since I’m still holding his mouth open, but the slight scrape of them sends a shiver down my spine.
I fucking love it, love how my cock invades his mouth, how it barely stretches around it. But he tries so hard for me.
I withdraw and release his jaw. His bleary eyes open and make a slow trek up my body, pausing on my new tattoo and the best gift I’ve ever been given.
Not that I’ve been given many things in my life, but this necklace is more than I could ever want for.
I have a piece of him, his warmth with me at all times now.
I grab the lube from my nightstand. “Give me your hand.” He does, and I pump some onto his palm. After pushing his legs back, I pump some directly onto his rim as well. “Work yourself open for me, angel.”
He gulps and seems hesitant at first, but he follows through and swipes his hand over his hole before slipping a finger in.
I lean back on my thighs and use my slicked-up hand to stroke my cock, long and slow.
Teddy’s forehead creases with concentration as he adds in another finger, and his hole closes around it greedily.
His reddened chest rises and falls quickly as he pumps in and out.
He watches me with his lip caught between his teeth as I fist my cock.
“Please, just fuck me already,” he rasps desperately.
“Is that pussy wet and soft enough for me?”
He moans and nods frantically. I can’t last much longer like this, so I give in, moving toward him.
He removes his fingers quickly and grabs my hips, rushing me forward.
God, I could never get enough of him. The way he needs me.
I line the round head of my cock with his entrance and press forward.
A gasp leaves his lips, and he pulls me down to him, searching for my lips.
Soon enough, I’m pounding into him. I always try to take it slow at first, and it’s a serious feat considering how my brains wired to want to be as deep inside of him as I can.
In every hole. I shove my tongue down his throat and bottom out in his ass.
With both hands digging into the mattress on either side of him, my necklace hangs between us.
He takes me by surprise and catches the citrine heart between his teeth, looking through his lashes at me.
His brows slant, and he pants as his hand works his dick furiously.
A moan rips from his throat as his climax barrels through him.
“Oh fuck, angel. Oh fuck. It’s yours, all yours,” I pant and my hips stutter as I release inside of him.
My arms shake and I collapse down on to him, burying my nose into his neck.
He wraps his arms and legs around me, holding me as my heart throbs painfully in my chest. Sometimes it’s just too much. Too overwhelming for someone like me.
After a while, his soft voice breaks through my haze. “Let’s take a shower, baby.”
We peel ourselves apart and make it to the shower. He takes his time washing us both, tenderly and methodically. We stand there, under the steaming hot water in each other’s arms for a while afterward. I never had someone take care of me before him.
It dawns on me that I trust him enough to let go of the tight grip I maintain on controlling everything.
I trust him with it all, no hesitation. Teddy’s head rests on my chest now and he’s holding the necklace, his thumb smoothing over its carved surface.
“Oh! I almost forgot to tell you,” he says excitedly.
“Mad came by my store today and invited us to his end of summer party. It’s at a mansion! I told him we’d go.”
“You sure that’s a good idea? After the last party he had…”
“That wasn’t a party—just a get-together at his house.
That was dumb on my part, but this should be fine.
There will probably be hundreds of people,” he rationalizes.
I still feel unsure about it, but the truth is that I wouldn’t have thought twice about going to this party before the shooting incident.
So maybe he’s right and I’m just being overly protective.
“Alright, we’ll go,” I acquiesce. “But we just need to be extra careful. I feel like problems follow that dude everywhere he goes.”
“I’ll stay with you the whole time,” he assures me. “We haven’t gone out in a while or even as a couple, so this should be interesting.”
I squeeze him a little tighter as I drift to sleep.