Page 75 of The Liar in Room 5

“I won’t, sweetheart. I just need to feel you first,” I promised.

His shaft was finely smooth in my hands, like warm steel covered in velvet. His skin was far too tempting. I quickly shed my clothes and stepped into his embrace. My mouth kissed and licked along his clavicle before settling on the pulse point at the base of his throat. I sucked at his skin until it pinkened slightly and his needy sounds became louder.

“Get under the water, sweetheart. I don’t want you to get cold,” I ordered.

Steam billowed from the shower, so the risk was minimal, but I wasn’t taking any chances. The water cascaded over both of us until the hint of a chill left his skin. He grabbed the cushion hanging from a hook off the side and dropped it to the floor. Without a moment’s hesitation, Drew pushed me back against the tiled wall and dropped to his knees.

“Suck me, sweetheart,” I demanded softly.

With my hands in his hair, I guided his mouth to my hard cock. He slipped the head inside his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tip. He sucked lightly, and I thought I would lose my mind. It never took much for me to be ready to come around him. Just looking at this man made my dick hard.

Drew traced the vein that ran along the underside of my dick with his tongue and then used the tip of it to tease the bundle of nerves beneath the rim of my cockhead. He gently cupped my balls as his tongue worked its magic on my cock. I loved watching Drew on his knees with his mouth stretched around my dick and him looking up at me. I combed my fingers through his wet hair while I gently moved my hips forward. He bobbed on my cock while I fucked his face.

“Put your hand on your dick, sweetheart. Jack yourself off.”

I tightened my fingers in his hair and increased my speed. His hand flew over his cock as we came closer to going over the edge together. My hips surged forward while his movements became more erratic. My grunts mingled with his moans, and we both hurtled toward a satisfaction that could only be found with each other.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna…”

I doubled over him while wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through me. Cum shot from my dick, and Drew valiantly tried to swallow around me. A few more tugs, and his own release washed over him. Cum spurted from his cock onto the floor of the shower and was quickly washed away by the water.

My knees were weak enough that I had to brace myself against the wall above him. Drew looked up at me, lips swollen with traces of my cum at the corners of his mouth, and he’d never looked more beautiful.

“I love you, Drew.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

The moment was shattered beyond salvaging when Drew’s tummy rumbled loudly enough to echo through the shower stall. With a laugh, I hauled him to his feet.

“C’mon, you. Let’s get to that dinner before you waste away to nothing.”

Drew blushed a pretty pink but didn’t argue with me. We left the shower wrapped in towels and headed to the bedroom to find some clothes for the evening.

I was just about to ask him for a shirt when Drew’s phone, which had been charging on the nightstand, rang. I glanced at the number before I handed it to him, but I didn’t recognize it.

Drew put it on speaker before tapping accept.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Drew?”

“It is. Can I help you?”

“Yes, this is Mr. Victorlio with social services. I’m so glad I was able to reach you.”

The anticipation of waiting until three p.m. was going to be our undoing. Drew and I both froze mid-stride when the doorbell rang at two-thirty.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake, I thought we’d have more time,” Drew muttered.

Even though we were stressed beyond belief, I still thought it was cute as hell that the Iowa boy in him slipped out whenever he was anxious. I captured his hand in mine and led him to the front door. If his heart was pounding as much as mine, it was about to escape from his chest.

“We’ve done as much as we can for right now. There’ll be time for more later when everything and everyone is settled,” I reassured him. “You ready for this?”

“As I’m ever going to be,” Drew answered with a wobbly smile but determined eyes.

We opened the door to find, according to his badge, Mr. Victorlio on the other side with two children. One was a sullen teenage boy who looked sixteen going on fifty, and the other was a baby who slept soundly in an infant carrier. I’d guess she couldn’t have been more than three months old.

“Mr. Victorlio, come in, please,” Drew said, stepping back and opening the door wider so everyone could come inside.