“Let me,” he whispered. I stilled as he popped it open with a soft click and poured a generous amount into his hand. While he tossed the bottle aside, I lifted on my elbows to give him more space. His hand reached between us and wrapped around my cock. I groaned at the feeling of his slick fingers stroking me base to tip with deliberate care to cover every aching inch of me.
With each upward stroke, he gave my crown a light squeeze. The action made my hips rock into his grip. He took his time to spread the lube evenly and tease me as he did. His thumbcircled my crown, and his fingers worked all the way down to my balls. Every pass of his hand sent wild sparks through me, and my breathing picked up. I focused hard on staying still under his attention, determined to hold my own for as long as possible. It was just so damn difficult when each exploratory touch was more pleasurable than the one before.
“If you don’t stop, pretty boy,” I let out through gritted teeth, “I’m going to come before I’m ever inside you.”
He let go instantly, and his hand moved to my hip, urging me forward with the tiniest of touches. His legs widened while I adjusted over him. I positioned the head of my cock against that tight ring of muscles and flexed my hips, pressing forward without hesitation. A sharp gasp escaped him as the crown of my cock stretched him open with little resistance. The heat that enveloped me was overwhelming—tight and slick and so fucking perfect.
I thrust forward in one fluid motion until I was buried to the hilt inside him, my hips flush to his ass. His mouth fell open, and his nails bit into my skin. My forehead tipped to his as I caught my breath. His legs wrapped around my waist, and his body writhed under mine, squirming for more from me.
“Green?” I asked, falling back into old habits.
“Green,” Liam said quickly. I kissed the corner of his mouth, his jaw, the spot under his ear. I kissed any part of him I could as I remained still inside him. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I pulled back until only the head of my cock sat notched inside him. I thrust forward in one long stroke, moving deep enough to punch the air from his lungs. His back arched off the mattress as a broken moan tore from his throat. I repeated the action, driving deeper and harder into him.
I found a steady rhythm, thrusting fast enough to steal the very breath from his body. My fingers tangled in the sheets as I clung to them for support. I watched how his mouth parted withrapid breaths and felt how his fingers dug into my skin, dragging me impossibly closer. My name fell off his lips on repeat until he could get out nothing more than fractured syllables. Little words likeharder, more, faster,andpleasestuck on his lips.
My control shattered with every one of them. I drove into him with a desperate urgency that could only be satiated by the slick heat of his body around my throbbing cock. The bed creaked under us, and the headboard knocked against the wall in a frantic rhythm that damn near mirrored the pounding of my heart. Sweat dripped off my skin onto his chest, and I watched the way his body moved with every thrust. His dick leaked against his stomach, flushed with need. Heat built fast in my core and twisted around my spine. My balls drew up tight as my release raced up on me.
“Touch yourself, Liam,” I bit out. “I need to see you come.”
As his fingers curled around his own dick, I adjusted the angle of his hips. Every rough thrust dragged against his prostate. His hand skated rapidly over his length and mirrored the same rough way I fucked him. His mouth went slack with a silent scream as his body went rigid under me. I didn’t slow and made sure every thrust was an assault on that spot guaranteed to ruin him.
“That’s it,” I rasped. “Let me see you come, pretty boy.”
His muscles clenched tight around me, fluttering wildly as he chased his release. Cum spilled between his fingers and painted his stomach in thick ropes that mixed with his sweat.
“Don’t stop,” I ordered when his hand faltered. “Stroke yourself through it.”
A little whine escaped him, but he did as I asked. The sight of his glistening cock pulsing in his own hand as he stroked his length through the heightened stimulation was almost enough to send me over the edge.
The tension coiled hot in my core, and my pace turned erratic. My hips snapped against his ass rapidly as the pressure built inside me. I gasped and moaned, burying deep inside him, as my release tore through me. My hips rolled against him while his ass milked me for all I was worth. I shuddered with the waves of pleasure that slowly began to fade.
My forehead pressed to his as we both panted heavily. His hand found the back of my head, and his fingers threaded through my damp hair. For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing and the quiet hum of the apartment complex outside.
I rolled onto my back, pulling Liam with me. He tucked so readily under my arm, and his head settled on my chest. His weight settled over me comfortably. I welcomed it. I welcomed this quiet, intimate moment where words weren’t needed.
I never once believed myself capable of reveling in a moment like this, but here I was… so readily ruined and changed by a man I never saw coming. By a man I wanted to call mine.
By a man I was happy to call mine.
EPILOGUE
Liam
eight months later
Ethel liked me a lot more than she ever liked Owen. I’d never seen a cat play favorites until her, but I couldn’t do a damn thing without her being right there. Owen said it was a good thing—that he and her finally had something in common—while I said it was obnoxious.
Like how she stood between the shower curtains to howl at me while I quickly rinsed off. There was no stopping her. She’d keep at it until I gave her the attention she so loudly demanded.
Shutting off the water, I threw open the curtain and stared down at the large white cat. One paw came up as Ethel tried hard to convince me to pet her.
“You make it impossible to get things done, you know that, right?” I demanded. I grabbed my towel as I stepped out, narrowly avoiding the claws aimed my direction.
Ethel only mewed in response, completely unbothered by my criticism. If anything, she seemed quite proud of herself for it. Owen had warned me she was an emotionally manipulative little thing. While I’d scoffed at that idea at first, I was genuinely starting to believe he underestimated her talents. The cat had this way of figuring out exactly how to wear people down until they gave her everything she wanted.
Deep down, I was happy she liked me so much, even when it was overwhelming. Her rapid acceptance made it all the easier to blend our lives together. There were just times I wished she accepted me a little less.
