CHAPTER 21
Owen
Istill want you.”
I still want you.
Those four simple words shouldn’t have meant as much as they did, but they were music to my ears. They were the words I’d been waiting to hear—needed desperately to hear, especially after putting my heart out there for him to reject.
I leaned in, slow enough for him to pull away if he chose to.
I smiled slightly at how his chin lifted in preparation, and I closed the distance.
The kiss was soft and sweet as I savored the taste of him, my tongue sweeping across his.
I brushed my fingers through his hair and tilted his head back just enough to kiss him deeper.
I took my time as my mouth moved slowly against his.
This wasn’t just another kiss amidst a fantasy.
This was the first of what I could only hope would be a lifetime of kisses—a sappy thought, but an honest one.
His hands fisted in my shirt and pulled me closer with the same kind of urgency I was trying to restrain.
I groaned into his mouth, my hips pinning him against the half-wall.
I devoured every little sound he made as the softness gave way to the hunger simmering between us.
His tongue battled mine, and my fist tightened in his hair as I kissed him harder.
I dragged my teeth over his lower lip and enjoyed how his knees buckled.
My cock strained hard against my pants, and my hips rolled against his, reveling in the thickening ridges of his cock against mine.
His hands drifted down my chest and found their way under my shirt, his fingers splaying over my sides.
The light touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I instinctively pressed harder into him.
We found a natural rhythm as my hips rolled against his, grinding slowly and deliberately.
The friction was delicious but not nearly enough with the layers of fabric between us.
I broke the kiss with a moan, and my forehead dropped to his. My chest heaved as my heart raged in my chest. For as much as I wanted to splay him out and have my way with him, I also didn’t want him to think that this was all I wanted from him. He deserved a bar set much higher than that.
“I didn’t come here for—”
“I know,” Liam interrupted breathlessly. His lashes fluttered as he looked at me. “But I want to… I want you, Owen.”
Well, who was I to argue with the man telling me what he wanted? Not when the sound of him saying my name went straight to my cock. Something told me that I’d never get enough of hearing him say it.
I dipped my head, my mouth trailing along his jaw and down the line of his neck. I found his pulse and lingered there, enjoying the flutter of his heartbeat under my lips.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I murmured.
I nipped at the sensitive skin over his pulse and grinned when his hips bucked against mine in search of more friction.
I gave it to him, grinding harder, while my hands slid down his body to grip his ass.
My dick leaked against the thin fabric of my pants while I chased the building sensation in my spine.
“Probably… the same… you do to me,” Liam said, the sentence punctuated with little gasps of pleasure.
That admission shattered what little control I was already clinging to. I dragged him away from the counter and toward the short hall that led to his bedroom. I hooked a hand through his belt to maintain some kind of connection. He followed without hesitation, his gaze locked on mine.
Fuck, he was so goddamn pretty with his cheeks flushed pink. His lips were slightly swollen from every kiss and parted while he breathed heavily.
I only made it three steps down the hall before the lack of contact was too much.
I pushed him up against the wall once more, my mouth finding his in a hungry kiss.
My hands slid under the hem of his shirt and pushed it up.
He raised his arms on instinct, and I broke away long enough to yank the fabric over his head.
The sound of his gasp shot straight to my balls as my teeth scraped against his collarbone. I kissed, licked, and nipped on every inch of his skin I could while his fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt, fumbling in his urgency.
“Eager?” I teased as I chuckled against his skin. I offered him no assistance.
“Shut up,” Liam muttered, but I heard the smile in his voice.
He got the last button free and pushed the fabric off my shoulders.
His palms dragged down my chest, across my stomach, and up my sides as if he was memorizing every line and every ridge of muscle I had.
I drew in a sharp breath and held it, the sparks of his touch skating across my skin. He whispered, “I’ve missed you.”
“That’s too simple a word for what I’ve felt,” I said.
I slowly walked him backward toward the bedroom, stopping every few steps to kiss him.
To bite his lower lip. To let my hands roam over his bare skin.
His back hit the doorframe to his bedroom, and I used the opportunity to drop to my knees in front of him.
His breath caught in his throat as I held his gaze and worked open the front of his jeans.
His cock sprang free as I shoved them down his legs, hard and leaking beads of precum.
I took my time unlacing his shoes to set them aside and stripping off his socks, followed by his jeans.
All the while, his dick deliciously taunted me.
I leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh and letting the gesture linger.
I placed another higher. And then another higher.
His dick twitched with anticipation as my lips trailed toward where he wanted me most. His hand fisted in my hair lightly, as if clinging to me.
My eyes locked on his while my tongue swept over his slit, lapping at the precum gathering there.
He let out a sweet whimper, and his hand tightened in my hair.
“Not yet, baby,” I said and rose to my feet. I cut off his whining protest with a kiss. Between quick kisses, I added, “I want you laid out on that bed like art for me to devour.”
“I can’t… I can’t argue with that,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“That’s what I thought.” I guided him to the bed, and the mattress hit the back of his knees. He fell with a soft grunt that was far more adorable than it should’ve been. As I nodded to the head of the bed, I ordered, “Make yourself comfortable, baby.”
“Pretty boy,” Liam whispered while moving to the pillows. I paused, arching a brow curiously as I waited for him to elaborate. A deep flush spread across his cheeks, and he pushed up on his elbows. “I liked… I liked being called pretty boy.”
“Well, look at you,” I said, genuinely impressed by his boldness. “Do you know how sexy you are when you ask for what you want?”
The praise only made him turn redder, and his chest heaved with ragged breaths.
And truly, I understood why he deserved to be called pretty boy when he looked the way he did, gorgeous and laid out against the dark sheets.
I made quick work of undressing, tossing my clothes and shoes aside without care, and climbed onto the bed.
I crawled over him and nudged his legs apart wider for me.
“Lie back for me.” I placed a hand flat on his chest and gently pushed him back on the mattress. His head fell back against the pillow with his dark hair fanning out and his lips parting slightly.
I trailed a hand down his chest and over his stomach.
I took my time exploring every muscle that fluttered under my touch.
His breath hitched when my fingers reached the base of his cock, and I wrapped my hand around him but didn’t stroke.
I watched the way his hips tried to rock upward for more and enjoyed the little frustrated sound he let out at my denial.
All the while, fresh precum leaked from his slit.
As much as temptation urged me to lick him clean, I waited. I wanted to hear him.
“Tell me what you want, pretty boy,” I ordered gently. “Let me hear you ask for it.”
“Please, Owen,” Liam breathed out. I nipped at his hip, biting just hard enough to pull a gasp from him.
“Please… what…”
He swallowed hard, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. I wanted to see him own it—own his own desire. Frustration exquisitely painted his face as his dick pulsed desperately in my hand.
“Please,” he began, his voice steadier. “Please… I need to feel your mouth on my dick and don’t stop until I’m coming down your throat.”
“Hmm, good boy,” I replied. “But you’re not going to come until I’m buried in this perfect ass of yours and you’ve forgotten your name.”
Before he could say a word, I ran the flat of my tongue up his length.
The guttural moan he let out was perfection.
I traced the thick vein in his shaft and swirled my tongue around the ridge of his crown.
I teased and tasted him, lapping up every drop of precum that escaped him.
When his hips tried to roll upward in a silent demand, I banded an arm over them to pin him down.
The whine he let out was deeply satisfying and only encouraged me to slow down.
I covered every throbbing inch of his cock with my tongue, licking and kissing. His fingers threaded through my hair, and I felt the slight tug of impatience as I continued to deny him—to build up the anticipation.
“Owen,” Liam practically begged, the desperation in his voice growing in a way I couldn’t ignore. As much fun as it was to tease him, it was far more enjoyable to take him in my mouth and listen to the loud moan that doing so ripped from him. “Fuck.”
I hummed around him in response, and the vibration made him cry out.
I set a steady rhythm of deep pulls, my cheeks hollowing out as I drew him into the back of my throat, followed by slow releases, my tongue dragging along every ridge and vein on the way back up.
I took my time and truly let him feel it.
His breathing grew ragged and unsteady while his hips strained against my hold. I slipped my hand up to his stomach to feel how his muscles clenched and gave him the freedom to take what he wanted from me. Every shallow thrust had the crown of his cock butting against the back of my throat.
“Eyes on me, pretty boy,” I said, pulling off just long enough to meet his eyes.
His hazy gaze met mine, and I held his stare as I took him back into my mouth.
I slid deeper this time, letting my throat relax around the head of his dick.
When I had all of him in the wet heat of my mouth, I swallowed.
His eyes rolled back, and his head fell back against the pillow with a string of curses tumbling off his lips like a prayer.
I worked him faster, my jaw relaxing to take him deeper with every pass and my tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft with every slide.
I could feel the tension building in his thighs, the way his hips began to falter, the way his grip in my hair tightened until it was almost painful.
He was close and teetering on the ledge.
It would’ve been so easy to let him fall—I wanted to let him fall—but not like this.
Not until his ass was stretched around my cock.
I slowed and pulled off of him with a wet pop.
He whined at the loss, and his hips chased my mouth.
I kissed my way up his stomach, his chest, his neck.
I savored the salt on his skin as I licked a trail up his entire body until I was settled over him.
His hips rolled weakly, his cock sliding against mine in need of more.
“Not yet, pretty boy,” I whispered against his ear. “Not until I’m inside you like I promised. I want to feel your ass clenching around my cock as you come.”
He nodded as he melted under me, becoming pliant under my touch. His hands roamed over my back, and his nails dragged lightly down my spine. The sensation made me shudder, and my cock jerked with need.
Fuck me, restraint was going to become an art with this man.