Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
SIMON
Pouring water onto the liner, I massaged the ends to pull it off, as my prosthetic leg rested beside me on the bed. I needed a moment of relief, soreness digging into my thigh as I ripped the medical bandage from my skin.
A loud sigh of relief followed as I discarded the old liner. The new one lay next to my prosthetic, and I knew I needed to put it on, but this moment felt too blissful. Flopping back against the mattress, I closed my eyes as I folded my hands over my stomach.
It had been a couple of days since the… mess at Thorne and Oren’s house, my breakdown included. To say I was healed from it would be an overstatement, but I did feel better after unleashing those thoughts. It didn’t make it easier that there was some merit to what Liam said that day.
One kick really would render me useless, no matter how much he tried to convince me otherwise.
Stefan could break my prosthetic, and I would have to sit there and watch, my muscles still learning to grow with the lack of function in my leg.
While this might deter some, this made me want to fight harder, be better, because the incessant need to protect Liam had only blossomed.
With the threat of Stefan looming over us, there was no time to relax.
And with Stefan’s statement about what would happen to Oren if we reached out to Thorne, we were on edge.
We’d blatantly disregarded his rules, and while it had been silent, both of us knew there was always the chance he would come.
So what did I do?
I didn’t sleep at night anymore. Instead, I positioned myself in a chair near the front door, gun loaded and aimed, ready to shoot if he dared to come into our home. So far, Liam hadn’t noticed, because I always slipped back into bed before he woke up.
But the need for sleep was intensifying; naps were not really cutting it anymore, especially because even if I fell asleep, nightmares greeted me. It was always Stefan taking him, kidnapping him when he was alone. The thought terrified me, because I wouldn’t survive without him.
If my sunshine were taken, I would dive into a madness I wasn’t sure anyone could pull me from.
Closing my eyes, I placed my arm over my lids as I leveled my breathing. Darkness slowly crept into my mind, my will to sleep growing heavier as I let myself succumb to its potent pull.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep before a gentle touch registered. Lids fluttering, I groaned softly, finding Liam sitting beside me as he rubbed my leg generously with lotion-laden hands. Massaging the muscles, he worked the tissue of my limb in ways I’d never been able to.
Once he noticed I was awake, he offered me a soft grin. “Good evening.”
Grunting, I rubbed at the remaining sleep with my knuckle. “Mmm, fuck, how long was I out?”
“Three hours.” He shrugged, craning his head to the side. “Well, I suppose three hours and thirty-two minutes if you want me to be exact.”
Fuck, I slept that long?
“Everything… everything’s been okay?”
His brows furrowed, concern filling his expression. “Yeah? Why?”
Releasing a breath, I settled into the mattress. “Nothing… It’s nothing—”
He continued his work, rubbing my thigh with intentional strokes. “Can we stop doing that?”
Biting my lip, my gaze landed on his. “I… I was worried something had happened while I was asleep. I mean, I know you’re here now, and giving me a fucking amazing massage, but… sleep is… difficult.”
A saddened smile painted his lips. “I know. Every night I feel you leave, and I wish… I really wish you wouldn’t, but I understand.”
“You… knew?”
“Yes. I don’t sleep the same without your presence… your warmth… your protection.” He glanced down, biting the inside of his cheek. “I’ve missed having you beside me.”
Placing my hand against his arm, I offered a small grin. “I’ve missed you, too. I’m just worried that if I lower my guard—”
He adjusted slightly, and before I knew it, his lips were on mine and his ocean scent consumed me.
Kissing me gently, his fingers traced up my thigh while his other hand wasted no time scratching the back of my head.
Groaning, I parted further, allowing him access to the back of my mouth.
Swiping my tongue over his, it was the first time I allowed him to take the lead, offering him another portion of my heart that was only his to control.
He wasted no time. Fucking the back of my mouth, he straddled my lap, sitting back on my stiffening cock.
He rolled his hips forward, moaning into me as his ass caressed my length.
With the motion continuing, each kiss became more erotic, and suddenly his fingers were slipping below the hem of his shirt to peel it off.
Panting, his chest rose and fell as he pushed himself upright. “Fuck, Simon.”
“Mmm, look at you. Already so fucking needy.” Palming his erection once, I bucked upward, grinding mine against the spot I wanted him most. No, fucking needed him.
The shift challenged his balance, and he caught himself on the headboard, a soft grunt escaping him. “Christ, you’re not even inside me yet.”
“Then sit your pretty ass on it.”
His cheeks flushed, and the words he offered sent a wave of pleasure through my body. “What if I want to sit my ass on your face?”
Placing my hands on his sides, I yanked him forward. “Off. Take them fucking off so you can ride my face until you’re writhing.”
He wasted no time pulling his sweatpants and briefs off, returning to where I’d had him before he elected to follow my command. Dipping his chin, he looked down at me, that light blush growing.
“A-Are you sure?”
Tapping my mouth, I smirked. “Ride me.”
Scooting forward, he did just that, dropping his ass exactly where I wanted him. Nails digging into flesh, I hauled him closer as my tongue darted against his entrance, licking in circular motions that I knew would drive him fucking wild.
“O-Oh… fuck, Simon!” His palm slapped my side, a lengthened moan filling the room. “Shit!”
Trailing upward, I lapped at the underside of his balls, nipping once before repeating the same action, a muffled groan leaving me. At my attentiveness, he raised his hips, muscles tensing in an attempt to escape my hold.
Wrapping my arms around his thighs, I hauled him until my nose pressed against his skin, delighting myself in all he was. Without warning, I shoved my tongue inside his hole, fucking it with a steady rhythm I couldn’t wait to copy with my cock.
He whimpered, gliding himself back as he began riding my face, each pant he released heavenly. “I-I… I need… shit… Simon, I need you.”
Tasting him one last time, I pulled away as intoxicating air flooded my senses. “Fuck, Liam,” I breathed. “I need your weeping ass on my cock. Now.”
Like the perfectly obedient angel he was, he obliged. I helped him slip down my frame while pushing myself up to lean against the headboard. Once comfortable, I urged him toward me, angling my length at his entrance.
“Look at me.”
His irises locked with mine, and as I worked each inch of myself inside him, I watched the undeniable bloom of ecstasy dilate his pupils. “Oh, fuck, S-Simon…”
“God, you take me so well, don’t you? Every inch you suck into that dirty fucking hole.” Thrusting upward, I didn’t give him time to catch himself as I did it again. “Mhm. Just like that. Take me like your goddamn good boy.”
Chin dipping back, he curled his fingers around the headboard and began matching my pace. “Fuuuck, yes, Daddy.”
At the use of my nickname, I bucked my hips, rolling through the motion until my base rested flush against his ass. “Fucking sing—”
Tucking his feet beneath him, he pushed himself up into a squat and began bouncing on my cock without warning.
My lips parted as pleasure spiked, and just when I thought I couldn’t get any more turned on by him, his palm greeted my throat.
Once his hold was solidified, his pace became ruthless, gasps tumbling from him.
“Oh, fuck yes. Right… Right there. Fuck, Daddy!”
Releasing a whimper, I arched my back, aiding his rhythm as my words tumbled from me. “Squeeze. Fuck, take my air while you—”
His hold intensified, shadows lining the edges of my vision almost immediately. Grinding his hips forward and back, he followed with a generous and intentional circle, stars igniting my vision. The pattern continued until my toes curled, the warm coil building in my lower abdomen.
I was in love with this man, and goddamn, he was fucking my soul straight out of my body. Falling further into his madness, my moan was stifled as I wouldn’t breathe until I filled his fucking ass with my seed.
“Cum… I need you to fill me, Simon… Fill my greedy fucking hole.”
Fuck, that’s all it took as my eyes rolled back, hips bucking as I pumped semen into my fucking ass. Stefan could only dream of this because this man was mine.
Fucking. Mine.
At confirmation of my possessiveness, Liam tensed against me, his hold on my throat loosening completely as he reached his climax.
A moan-filled scream erupted from him, his thighs trembling as he struggled to keep himself upright.
Painting our stomachs with white gloss, his seed covered both of our stomachs as he slowly came down from his high.
“Oh… shit… fuck…”
Taking deep gulps of oxygen, I slapped his leg playfully. “Damn… should take off my leg more often.”
Collapsing into me, he buried his face in my neck, small shudders continuing to assault his frame. “Shut… Shut up.”
Kissing his temple, my fingertips grazed his back. “Mhm, you’d be upset if I did.”
“Upset?” He pushed himself back, body swaying slightly as his headspace worked to adjust from the submissive state he slid into. “Why?”
“Because then I couldn’t tell you how you’re mine. And that I love you endlessly.”
Lids fluttering, he offered me a cheeky smile. “I love you too, handsome.”
Tugging on his arm, I whined. “Come snuggle.”
He peeled himself from over the top of me, beginning his unstable crawl to the end of the bed. “I-I… Towel.”
“Mmm, wait, I’ll clean it. You’re wobbling.”
Grabbing his ankle, I pulled him toward me, the stubborn man still fighting. Despite his efforts, his daze was too powerful as he flopped back against the comforter. Wasting no time, I leaned forward, pressing my palm against his side to flip him onto his back.
Flattening my tongue, I licked from his balls to his crown, lapping at the remnants of his pleasure. Arching into my touch, his whimpers only heightened my need to taste him as I sucked on the head of his cock with the full intention of taking every drop.
While he writhed from my mouth, I inserted two fingers into his dripping hole, milking my semen from him with slow, torturous thrusts.
“Fuck… Fuck, Simon…!” His hips bucked, fingers curling into my hair as he whined heavily.
Removing my lips with a pop, I flicked my eyes to his as I curled my fingers inside. “Look at you spilling every drop. You’re so fucking beautiful, Liam.”
He squirmed, a deep moan following. “Sensitive… Sensitive. Ah, shit fuck.”
Continuing to ease the rest of my cum from his entrance, I slowed my pace until I removed both digits. Coated in my essence, I brought them to my lips, sucking both while maintaining my stare on him.
His eyes rolled back at the sight, his chest hitching with a shudder. “God, Simon… I love you.”
Lapping the remaining liquid from my fingers, I swiped across my stomach at his already drying semen. Repeating the same action across Liam’s, I hovered the wet fingers over his mouth. “Mhm. I love you too. Now finish cleaning like a good boy.”
His tongue curled around my offering as he began sucking off everything I offered. Bobbing his head down, he gagged slightly once I curled around the back of his throat, but it didn’t stop him from consuming every single drop.
Slowly retreating, his dazed doe-like eyes met mine. “Mmm… mhm.”
Kissing him gently before leaning back, I tugged at his wrists. “Now cuddle.”
He groaned as he pushed himself up, the effects of my roughness apparent. Crawling toward me, he flopped down against my chest, a happy sigh filling the stillness.
“You… are everything, Simon.”
“So are you.” Trailing patterns across his back and arms, my breathing evened as I approached sleep. “And… I’ve missed you, too. So… So I’ll sleep next to you again, okay?”
Humming, he nodded, grogginess already wrapping around his timbre. “Okay…”
Smiling, I snuggled closer in the warmth that was him. He was my sunshine, my light, my literal radiance, and I would always bask in his rays for as long as he wanted me.
Because to me?
He was everything.