Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Fine,” Liam said, a small smile on his face. He nodded over toward the table where the camera was sitting. “It’s in the first drawer.”
I pushed slowly on his back, the heat of his skin on my palm searing into me. “Don’t move,” I said.
I’d never grabbed lube faster in my damn life. Even ten seconds without skin-to-skin contact with him right now felt like a loss. Once I had the bottle I turned back to see Liam facing me, looking me up and down like he wanted to devour me.
“I think that counts as moving,” I said.
He nodded, not breaking my gaze.
“And I think when you look at me like that, I don’t care,” I said.
I was still wearing my clothes, and suddenly it felt like being in a cage. I unbuttoned my jeans and tore them off, the rough denim scraping against my skin. I threw off my shirt next and then finally I was almost free, free to touch his skin and feel him as close as possible to me.
Liam closed the distance between us, dropping to his knees in front of me and gently pulling down my boxer briefs.
He was torturing me now. He slid down my underwear slowly, like he was unwrapping a gift. My cock pulsed as it bobbed free, and I swore I was going to melt down completely seeing it so close to Liam’s lips. He finally kissed it, twice on one side of the shaft and then twice on the other.
“You really are trying to get revenge on me now, aren’t you?” I said.
“The best kind,” he said.
He stood up slowly, walking back to the wall. He bent over, pressing his palms flat against it, then glanced back at me.
“Please fuck me,” he said.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I said. I went over and smacked his ass, then immediately bent over and kissed him, wrapping my arms around him.
“God, I need you,” he said.
I could tell from his tone that even now, he was a little hesitant to admit it. We’d spent ten years denying that we could ever want or need each other, and finally, we were free to say it.
I couldn’t believe how stupidly, intensely emotional such a simple thing could be. This was an ordinary thing that people did all the time, but I felt like I was living—really living—for the first time in so long.
I swallowed hard. “Tell me you’re mine,” I whispered.
His eyes flitted across my face. “You know I never stopped being yours, right?”
Air escaped my lungs as I stood back up straight, licking my lips. I needed to be inside him now.
I slicked my fingers with lube and brought my fingertips to his hole. He looked so fucking hot like this—bent over against the wall and pushing his ass out for me to see. He clearly knew how good he looked, and I loved that, too.
But I also wanted to be even closer to him right now. I brought my free hand to his shoulder, pulling him up until he was standing, his face close to mine. I rested my head right on his shoulder.
Then I finally pushed a finger inside his hole, and I could feel the sharp intake of air from Liam’s mouth.
He hummed. “I can take a lot more than a finger, Red,” he whispered, leaning into me.
“Should have known you would get pushy right away,” I said, sliding a second finger in.
He moaned deeply, clearly satisfied. Even in the dim, moonlit room, I could see the flush on his cheeks. He always got flushed when he was really, really enjoying things. In the early days when he’d started doing porn, I could always tell which videos Liam wasn’t really that into, because his cheeks would still be pale.
It was always the best way to tell I was doing my job right.
“More,” Liam begged.
“You’re hot when you’re desperate,” I uttered, pushing my fingers deeper inside him, feeling him clench around me.
“I’m always fucking desperate for you.”
I groaned so hard it almost felt like a growl. “Get over here,” I said, guiding him to the loveseat again and sliding my fingers out of him.
I started to sit down when Liam made a little yelping sound, his eyes going wide.
“It’s all wet—”
I sat down anyway, feeling the cool water on the left side of my body. “I don’t give a fuck. Come sit on my cock.”
“Christ,” Liam whispered, looking my body up and down before grabbing the lube bottle beside him.
In another moment he was running his slicked fingers over my cock, and I was pretty sure I had died and gone to Liam Hardy heaven.
“I... could come from this,” I said, my voice low. He was playing it up, swirling his fingers in deep, slow strokes on my cock, so slick with lube that his hand almost felt like something more.