Chapter 27
LIAM
Oh fuck yes.
Hauling Garrett down onto my bed was the best thing I’d felt since forever.
His hands on me. His mouth against mine.
His weight over me. All the reasons I still worried this was a bad idea faded into the background along with all my various sore spots; still there, not completely forgotten, but not nearly enough to derail us.
Garrett broke the kiss and went for my neck, his soft lips and gritty stubble giving me goose bumps and curling my toes.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this,” he murmured between planting featherlight kisses on my throat. “How much… How much I want you.”
I tilted my head back as I ran my fingers through his hair. “Me too. My hand was not getting the damn job done.”
He found my mouth, and his low groan thrummed against my lips.
Just like that, we were lost in a long, deep kiss as our hands slid all over each other’s bodies.
I loved his touch. Loved how his hands explored my body as decadently as his tongue explored my mouth.
Some guys wanted to jump right to the part where we got each other off, but just like the first time, Garrett was clearly in no hurry.
Not when he kissed me halfway to oblivion.
Not when he went for my neck and turned me into a writhing mess.
Not when he reclaimed my lips and devoured my mouth all over again.
We shifted around and I ended up on top. That was even hotter—now that I was straddling him, the friction against my hard-on every time we moved made me dizzier with need.
His palms slid up the back of my shirt, and I decided I was done having anything between us. I sat up, peeled off my shirt, tossed it aside, and oh God, the way Garrett raked his eyes up and down my body almost set me ablaze. The hunger in his expression only intensified mine.
We stripped off the last of our clothes.
When he lay back this time, every stitch of fabric forgotten on the floor, I couldn’t help but stare at him.
Didn’t matter that I’d seen him like this before; Christ, he looked like a damn gift, laid out naked on my bed with that hard-on and his gloriously horny expression.
I was sure there were guys out there who’d turn up their noses because he didn’t have a six-pack or a dick that could be mistaken for livestock.
Their loss. Garrett was all mine, and I intended to enjoy everything he had on offer just like I had every time we’d touched. I intended to finally bury myself to the hilt in him and drive us both into the oblivion we’d been craving.
I leaned down to tease his nipple with my tongue, then started kissing downward. I licked around his navel, loving the way that made his abs contract. His soft moan and full-body shiver gave me goose bumps.
I kissed his hipbone, then moved to the inside of his thigh, and he murmured some curses as his back arched off the mattress.
“Jesus, Liam…” His fingers carded through my hair. “Jesus fuck…”
He was so damn hot when he was this turned on, and I was determined to take him even higher.
I teased the head of his dick with my tongue, reveling in how that made him shake.
When I licked up and down his cock, around the head, over his balls, I savored every moan and every hitch of his breath.
When I took him between my lips, he arched, pushing deeper into my mouth, and I egged him on because hell yes, fuck my mouth.
“You are so good at that,” he whined. I glanced up to see him gazing down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. As I ran the tip of my tongue up the length of his cock, he bit his lip, then let his head fall back on the pillow. “Holy fuck…”
And as long as I had him this keyed up, why not send him even farther out of his mind?
I sucked my index and middle fingers into my mouth. Then, as I went down on him again, I teased his hole with my fingertips.
“Oh, fuuuck,” he moaned, spreading his legs wider. “God, yeah, Liam…”
That was all the green light I needed. Still working his dick with my mouth, I gently pressed a finger inside him. I didn’t try for hard or fast—not without some better lube than spit—but that careful slide of a finger in and out was enough to make him shake. Perfect.
I couldn’t help moaning myself as I licked and fingered him. My shoulder wasn’t thrilled about holding me up, but it was going to have to live with it. I wasn’t stopping. Not while Garrett was losing his mind like this.
He rocked his hips, fucking himself on my finger as he fucked into my mouth. Words tumbled off his lips; I thought a few were curses, but otherwise, I couldn’t understand much except what his tone telegraphed loud and clear: he was exactly as out of his mind as I wanted him to be.
Then he did manage to speak clearly: “Come up here. Come—God, I want to kiss you.”
Who was I to deny him?
I slid my finger free, then crawled up over him. As soon as he could reach me, he dragged me down to him, kissing me deep, hard, and breathless. I settled over him just right to rub both our dicks between our bodies, and I was rewarded with a strangled moan.
“Jesus,” he panted as he broke away. “I want you so damn bad.”
“Me too.” I licked my lips. “We don’t have to fuck tonight. We don’t—we don’t have to do anything. But my God, Garrett, if you do want to get fucked tonight…” I trailed off as I pressed my hard-on against him.
“Lucky for both of us,” he said with a grin, “I absolutely do want to get fucked tonight.”
The thought of pushing into him turned me on so much, I couldn’t help moaning softly.
“And you’re sure about no condoms?” I searched his eyes, hoping like hell he hadn’t changed his mind. I had some—after we’d talked about it, I’d picked some up just in case—but my God, I wanted to feel him with nothing between us.
“I’m sure,” he purred. He slid a hand up into my hair and pulled me down, and just before our lips met, he growled, “Fuck me. Raw.”
Fresh goose bumps sprang up all over my body as he claimed my mouth, and his kiss muffled the whimper that tried to escape. I rutted against him, greedy for some heat and friction.
His growled command echoed in my ears, and I suddenly needed to be buried in him before I lost my damned mind.
I pushed myself up and met his smoldering eyes. “Turn over.” I swept my tongue across my lips. “I’ll get the lube.”
The response was a hoarse whisper of, “Yes, please.”
Neither of us wasted any time. As he settled on his hands and knees, I got out the lube I kept in the nightstand drawer.
Gazing at him while I slicked myself up—oh God, this was even better than my fantasies.
Especially when he watched me and stroked himself slowly, his eyes full of hunger. Hunger for me.
As I positioned myself behind him, a shiver ran up his spine, and I stroked a hand over his back. The way he arched against my palm, his breath turning harsh and fast—my fantasies had left out all this good stuff.
“Liam,” he pleaded. “Would you just—ooh, God…” My slick finger pressing into his hole derailed his words. The muscles in his back and shoulders rippled as he swore and rocked back onto my hand. “Jesus Christ…”
I grinned to myself as I carefully fingered him open, basking in the reality that I was doing this to him. Making him moan and tremble and beg for more. Even after he was more than ready to take me, I kept at it for a while just to savor his helpless whimpers and frustrated curses.
But I didn’t keep him going too much longer, because oh hell, I’d been wanting him for ages and I needed to be in him yesterday.
I hadn’t topped anyone bareback in years—not since my last boyfriend—and sliding into Garrett like this was spine-meltingly hot.
I took it slow at first, as much to be careful as to just enjoy this.
And, like, not go off too soon, which was an embarrassingly high risk in that moment.
Between the slick, tight heat and the gorgeous view, I was halfway there before I’d even pushed inside.
As I picked up a little speed, I didn’t know what turned me on more—fucking into Garrett’s tight hole, or listening to him moan and plead for more. Whatever. It was all hot, and it was overwhelming as hell, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
A few body parts chimed in to let me know they were annoyed—my hip, my shoulder, my lower back, my knee—but I felt too good to care about a little pain. It wasn’t going to stop me from giving this man the ride of his life. It damn sure wasn’t going to stop me from coming inside him.
“This good?” I panted. “Do you—”
“God, yeah.” He let his head fall forward, and he rocked back against me, urging me to thrust harder. “You feel so good. Oh my God.”
I bit my lip and held my breath, trying to keep myself from coming too soon. I wanted to let go and come, but not until he lost it. Not until I felt him come while I moved inside him and—
Breathe, Liam. Don’t go off too fast.
I leaned over him, grabbed on to the headboard with one hand, and reached around to pump his dick with the other. My range of motion was a little limited like this, but I didn’t hear him complaining.
“Fuck, that’s… That’s so good.” He moaned as he got impossibly harder in my hand. “Make me come. Please make me come.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to come myself. Without thinking, I sank my teeth into his shoulder.
In the same instant he clenched around me, he let go of a throaty cry that almost had me unloading inside him.
“Holy… fuck!” He rocked his hips, fucking into my fist as he rode my cock from below. “God, Liam…”
I bit him again, and this time, his whole body jerked. He cried out in the same instant cum erupted over my hand, making my strokes slick and hot.
As he started to come down, I slowed my hand and my hips, not wanting to hurt him.
“Oh my God,” he slurred, sounding on the verge of tears. He let his head fall forward again. “Jesus Christ…”
I kissed the spot I’d bitten, then released his dick. “You are so hot when you come.”
He just whimpered.