Page 43 of The Liar in Room 5

“Care to share what’s so funny?”

“It’s just that it’s so weird,” he managed to get out because the giggles had given way to peals of laughter. “I don’t know anything about what I want except this one legit specific thing, and you’re like all ‘say no more,’ and here we are in your bedroom and…and…it’s just weird to me.”

“Well, shit, I don’t know what to say to that,” I answered with a smile.

“Maybe we should just stop talking?” he responded with a mischievous grin.

I didn’t know where this playful, adorable boy had been hiding, but seeing Drew so carefree was an unanticipated pleasure. I damn sure wanted more of it.

“Done. Any ideas on what we should do instead?” As we’d been talking, I’d moved us from the doorway into my actual bedroom, but I hadn’t realized how close to the bed we’d gotten.

“I’ve got a few, Daddy, and you have a starring role in all of them,” Drew said with a smirk before he launched himself at me.

We fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, but with our mouths pressed against each other, it didn’t matter. Drew arched his body toward mine, and I ground back against him. We both had on too many clothes, and I desperately wanted to feel his body and all of that warm skin pressed against mine.

“Umm, I forgot to mention it, but I’m more a catcher…I can pitch but, yeah…”

“We’re good, sweetheart. So good,” I answered while grinding myself against him.

Drew’s eyes rolled back before he rasped, “Like I was saying about ideas…”

This side of Drew was wholly unexpected and so different from what I’d seen from him. I couldn’t help but feel myself pulled closer, like a sailor who would happily crash on the rocks if it meant a chance encounter with a merman. Whatever it was, I knew that by the end of the evening, I would be well and truly addicted to this man. I had no intentions of saving myself.

“Best do my part then,” I interrupted

With careful hands, giving him all the time in the world to change his mind, I pulled Drew’s shirt off, and he lay back on the bed, put his hands under his head, and preened under my eyes. I loved it.

“You should because I’m wearing way too many clothes.”

I let myself explore the planes of his flat stomach and the light dusting of hair across it up to the slight swell of his chest. His nipples were tiny and pink and entirely too distracting. My thumbnails brushed across them, and they hardened into tight points.

Drew’s eyes remained closed, but the small smile and soft sighs were all the permission I needed to continue. When my fingers trailed along his clavicle, he shuddered and arched his hips up so naturally that I did it again. The other side garnered the same reaction, but this time, he added a soft moan. His cock tented the fabric of his pants, and I had to agree with his earlier pronouncement: he was wearing too many clothes.

“I think you’re right, sweetheart. Let’s get these off you,” I said before easing his pants and underwear down along his hips. My thumbs dipped into the valley of his hip bones, and it was hard to contain the frown that automatically appeared at the evidence of his self-neglect. “You’re beautiful,” I breathed.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“More than think. I know so.” Dammit, this boy was going to accept he was beautiful.

“Thank you…” Drew’s voice trailed off until I gave him a pointed look. “Daddy.”

“Much better,” I said before swooping down and capturing his mouth.

My body settled on top of his, and he wrapped his legs tightly around my waist. With my cock nestled against his, I was exactly where I wanted to be. I felt myself grow harder, but I wouldn’t rush him, even if I was creeping toward the edge of desperation.

When my lungs threatened to collapse, I reluctantly moved away from his mouth and explored the rest of his body. I trailed kisses across his collarbone and down his chest. When he tried to reciprocate, I pushed him back gently. I’d waited for this moment, and I wanted to savor it. He squirmed a little when I nibbled on the side of his torso, but I also felt the smear of precum on me. Smiling against his skin, my mouth kept exploring until I’d reached his cock.

A steady stream of precum was my reward, but I carefully encircled the base of his cock with my thumb and forefinger so he wouldn’t come too soon. There was no damn way I’d be rushing this one. Hell, I’d drag it out all night long, but I couldn’t because there was no damn way I’d last that long myself. What I could do, though, was edge him long enough to make it worth his while.

While he writhed beneath me, I alternated between lapping and sucking the tip of his cock. When he begged for more, I sucked all of him into my mouth until the cycle started again.

After a few turns, Drew’s talking morphed into grunts and moans. Any pretense of modesty had gone out the window, and I loved it. Drew was completely lost. He moaned and moved like a man without inhibitions. Each thrust into my mouth was more forceful and demanding than he’d ever been. He wanted his satisfaction, and he intended to take it.

And I was fucking here for it.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think I can wait anymore without embarrassing myself,” I confessed with a whisper against his sweat-slicked skin. As I spoke, I eased my hand away from his cock and found his puckered hole.

Drew planted his feet on the bed and thrust forward. I caught and cradled his ass and allowed my fingers to brush against his most intimate part.