Chapter 32 #2
And even if Jack did know something, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t that big of a deal. I wasn’t cheating on anyone. There was nothing “wrong” with our relationship.
But I was just getting back on solid ground with my son, and that ground still felt thin and brittle.
I had just made it to a point with him where I was welcome on his team’s dads’ trip and I’d be welcome into his son’s life.
Rational or not, I was terrified that anything I did or said wrong could wreck that.
Dating his teammate? Keeping that relationship a secret?
And then what had I done? I’d dashed off to the parking garage to make out with Liam for a moment, and I suddenly couldn’t be sure we’d been as discreet as we’d intended.
Fuck. If Liam and I did wait to tell Chris until the baby was here and the season was over, where was the line between showing our cards too soon and “holy shit, you kept that a secret for how long?”
How do I do right by you without losing Liam?
Not a goddamned moment too soon…
“Holy fuck, finally,” Liam murmured just before he kissed me up against my car.
His garage door was still rumbling shut behind us, but I didn’t care.
No one was going to see anything. I needed my hands and mouth on this man right the hell now.
I needed everything he promised with that thick hard-on pressing into my hip.
We kissed and groped now like we hadn’t dared to in that parking garage—breathless, messy, pulling at clothes until our hands found their way to skin.
“God, I missed you,” I said, barely breaking the kiss. “You were right there, but…” I claimed his mouth again, harder this time, and his helpless whimper almost sent me into orbit.
Abruptly, the hand in my hair tightened, and he pulled my head back. I had time for a choked “oh, fuck” before his lips were on my neck, and then I was completely at his mercy. Absolutely liquefied, shaking with need as his soft kisses and hard dick drove my senses wild.
“I’m always horny for you when you come over,” he rasped, letting his teeth graze my throat. “But tonight… God, Garrett…”
“And you’re not… you’re not too sore?”
His laugh was a hot rush of breath across my neck. “Even if I was, no amount of pain is keeping me out of you tonight.”
Groaning, I closed my eyes as I arched off the car. “Christ, your dirty mouth…”
“Is that a complaint?”
“Not at all.” I dragged my hands up his back. “Please tell me you brought lube down so you can fuck me over your car.” I wasn’t sure I’d survive waiting much longer than that.
The response was a breath of hot laughter across my throat. When he raised his head, his eyes weakened my knees all over again.
“No, I’m not fucking you down here.” He untangled himself from my embrace and took my hand.
“I’m going to take you upstairs, get you naked, and eat your ass until you’re begging for my dick.
” He cupped the back of my neck with his other hand, and just before he kissed me, he added, “Then I’ll fuck you. ”
The strangled sound that escaped my mouth must’ve been the desired effect, because he grinned against my lips just before he absolutely devoured my soul.
And then he led me out of the garage, as if I had any balance or coordination left. He wanted me to navigate stairs? When I was like this?
Apparently so, and I did manage to get to his bedroom. Got out of all these clothes, too, and as soon as I was naked, my gorgeous boyfriend manhandled me onto the bed on my hands and knees, pushed my ass cheeks apart, and—
“Holy fuck!”
Liam’s tongue was merciless. I clawed at the edge of the mattress, hanging my head as I tried to find my breath.
I wanted to press back, seeking more of that amazing mouth, but he had my hips in a vise grip.
He held me exactly where he wanted me while he ate my ass until I was doing exactly what he said I would:
“Please fuck me, Liam,” I begged. “Please? God, I want your dick right the hell now.”
He chuckled and flicked his tongue across my hole. “Yeah? You want to get fucked?” He picked just that moment to tease my balls with his fingertips, and the only response I managed was a string of curses. He laughed again. “That sounds like a ‘yes’ to me.”
“Yes. It is.” I rocked back against him. “Please?”
“Mmm, I love it when you’re this needy.” He sat up. “Don’t move,” he ordered, and my body was completely still. No conscious effort on my part—just every cell obeying him without thought.
Liam wasn’t so immobile. He sat up, the mattress shifting a little under both of us, and the click of the lube bottle had me even dizzier with need.
Of course he didn’t give me what I wanted quite yet. No, where was the fun in that? Instead, he fingered me open like this was my first time ever bottoming. Did I need it? No. Did he take his time and reduce me to a trembling, begging mess again? Yes, he fucking did.
“You are such a tease,” I gritted out.
“Uh-huh.” He crooked his fingers just right to make my vision blur. “And you love it.”
I did—I couldn’t lie. But I also hated it.
“Liam…”
“Hmm?” Fucking hell, he sounded so thoroughly pleased with himself. “Something wrong? Because you seem to be enjoying this.”
Oh, I could see how he thought that; I had fistfuls of covers now, and I couldn’t help rocking back on his fingers. My own cock was rock-hard, and I wavered between needing some friction and knowing I’d go off the second I touched myself. “Liam…”
He slid his fingers free. I thought he’d push them back in just to be an ass, but then I heard the sound of him stroking lube onto himself. I bit back an “oh thank God, finally” because I knew that would just earn me more teasing.
And then—oh thank God, finally—he guided himself to my hole. Just that initial blunt pressure drew a groan out of me because I couldn’t wait to have every inch of him buried in me.
Liam’s breath stuttered, and as he pushed inside, he whispered hoarsely, “Fuck, I’ve been wanting this for days.”
I could barely think, never mind speak, but I managed, “M-me too.” I let my head fall forward. “Jesus Christ, Liam…”
He swore softly, and he ran his hand up and down my back as he withdrew, then pushed in again. I was taking him easily thanks to him prepping me for three business days, but he still moved glacially slowly.
“That’s so good,” I whined. “Fuck…”
“You feel perfect.” He sounded out of breath. “Baby…”
“S-so do you.”
He so did. Every stroke he ever took, whether slow and fluid or hard and feral, lit up every nerve ending exactly right. His perfectly average dick was the perfect size, as if it had been designed for no other purpose than to fit inside me and drive me into the stratosphere.
His fingers twitched on my hips as he took a full millennium to sink all the way inside. Once he was fully seated, buried all the way to the hilt, I thought he’d started slamming into me, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned down, wrapping his arm around my midsection, and kissed my shoulder.
In my ear, he rasped, “Any chance you’re up for two rounds tonight?”
My elbows almost buckled. “M-maybe?” I licked my lips. “Probably?”
Another soft kiss landed on my shoulder. “Mmm, because that’s going to determine how hard I fuck you the first time around.”
This time it was my spine that almost buckled. I shivered, croaking, “Oh, God…”
A hot breath of laughter rushed across my neck.
Sliding his hand down my belly, he purred, “I want to come in you. Like… now.” He shivered this time, groaning softly as he started moving ever so slowly in and out.
“But I also want to fuck you six ways from Sunday until we can’t move.
Just…” He sucked in a sharp breath. “God, Garrett, I am too fucking horny for anything but a quickie.”
I closed my eyes, trying to like hell to reclaim my equilibrium. “Jesus Christ…”
“Tell me what you want,” he half-commanded, half-pleaded. “Because I don’t want you to be too sore for more if—”
“Fuck me till you come,” I begged. “And then fuck me again for as long as you can.”
The shuddering breath he released almost had me coming. Withdrawing slowly, he murmured, “Neither of us is going to be able to move tomorrow.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” he growled, and he started thrusting. Not hard—not the way we both knew we could—but enough to have me moaning for more as his breath turned fast and sharp. In seconds, he was there, releasing inside me as he gasped and swore.
“Fucking hell,” he whispered as he settled back down. “I have been needing to do that for…”
I twisted around a little, grinning. “What? Come in my ass?”
“Exactly.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, then the back of my shoulder. “And I mean it—I intend to do it one more time before tonight’s over.”
Goose bumps sprang up all over me as I squirmed in his arms. “Yes, please?”
He huffed a soft laugh, then pulled out, making both of us gasp. We cleaned up, then settled back into bed, naked and tangled the way I’d been missing so much.
“I’ve been needing to get fucked,” I whispered, running my hand up his back. “But this is the part I was really missing.”
Liam smiled. “Me too.” He brushed his lips across mine. “And don’t worry—I’ll make sure you come.”
“Oh, I know you will.” I pulled him into a longer kiss.
As turned on as I was, I didn’t mind waiting to come.
I didn’t want Liam to hold back at all on our second round, and if I’d already come…
well, that could make things a bit tender.
I had no doubt the orgasm waiting for me later on would be well worth it.
He was a man of his word, too. After we’d lazily kissed and touched and held each other for a while, he was hard again, and oh, God, he fucked me every way imaginable.
Over the side of the bed while he held on to a handful of my hair.
On my back while he stood and plowed into me.
From below while I rode his thick cock. He had incredible stamina anyway, and after he’d already come once? Jesus.