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His thrusting brought me to the edge of release, and grunting loudly, I tore myself away from him, set him on his feet, and turned away to catch my breath.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his breathing ragged. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
He really should. It awakened the person I had been many years ago, lighting me up from the inside. When I was able to breathe again and my cock was behaving, I turned back to him.
He looked at the floor.
No, just fucking no.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
He shook his head.
“Look. At. Me.” More forceful this time. I wanted his attention.
Slowly he raised his head and met my gaze.
I beckoned him. “Come here, Liam.”
Step by step, he walked over to me until he stood before me, his head bowed, hands clasped in front of him.
“You did nothing wrong. It surprised me, that's all. Now, let’s try that again.”
Gently I enveloped him in my arms and kissed him again, slow and sensual. I took my time. He opened up, allowing me to slip my tongue into his warm mouth.
He wrapped his arms around me and brought our bodies together, not leaving a sliver of space between us.
His long cock pressed against me again. Curiosity burnt through me. I wanted to see exactly what he was hiding.
I worked my hand around to his front and ran my palm along his length.
Fuck, that was some dick.
A whimper left him, and his legs trembled.
The kitchen was not the place to do this.
“Can we sit somewhere?” I whispered in his ear. I wanted to see it, but the thought of kneeling on a hard floor at my age. I’d never get back up.
He took my hand and led me to the living room. He stripped, first his shirt, then his shoes and socks until he stood in just his jeans, a large bulge on show.
Fuck, he needed some meat on him. He was all skin and bones. I could count his ribs, and his arms were way too thin.
I guessed it was my turn, and the self-conscious part of me reared its ugly head. Liam would hate what I kept under my shirt, and I hesitated, reluctant to undress.
Silently he took a step closer, slipped my jacket down my arms, and threw it onto the sofa. He loosened my tie and dropped it to the floor, then reached up to undo the buttons of my shirt, one by one revealing my unflattering torso.
This was the moment he’d see how disgusting I was. Not that I was obese, but my physique was on the chubby side. I wasn’t one of those men flaunting their six-packs and muscles upon muscles.
What I hadn’t expected was for him to run his hands up my naked body and squeeze every lump and bump I had. And for it to feel good.
“I love this,” he murmured. “So soft. And this hair.”
He ran his fingers through my thick chest hair, then buried his face in it and inhaled deeply. No one had ever shown me this…this admiration of my body. I’d always avoided gyms and pools, fearful of the looks I might get.
All my life, I’d experienced body shaming—taunts, teases, and bullying. In high school, my classmates had given me the nickname Moose, and I’d hated it. How could he find me the least bit attractive?
Instead of shying away, I let myself enjoy the feel of his hands, how each new touch brought new, never-felt sensations.
