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Something was pressed against my ass. Something hard, and—oh. A smile crossed my face, and I pressed backwards.
“Mmm. Morning.” Liam’s sleepy rumble sounded close to my ear, his hand running over my abs. “I could get used to this.”
“Me too.” I stretched, still deliciously sore from last night. We’d napped for around an hour, showered to wake ourselves up, and then like he’d promised, he’d fucked me. Right there in the shower. Then we’d collapsed into bed, cued up an episode ofAttack on Titan, and we’d fallen asleep together watching it.
Glancing over at my phone, I saw it was eight-fifteen. Still early, and it was Saturday. No one else would be up yet, I could guarantee. Everyone would still be crashed out from last night’s party.
Which meant that Liam and I ran no risk of being disturbed, and going by the way he was now grinding his cock into me, he had one thing on his mind. The same thing I did.
But first…I twisted around, giving him a closed-mouth kiss. He smiled, all soft and sleepy, and it did things to me. I loved this boy. It was too soon to tell him, I knew, but there was no doubt in my mind.
I can’t believe I have the boy of my dreams in my bed.
“Technically, it’s my bed, but whatever.”
“Huh?” My eyes widened, and then I felt my cheeks heating as I realised I’d spoken my thoughts aloud. “Ugh,” I groaned. “That was supposed to stay in my head.”
He huffed out a laugh, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my nose. “I can’t believe I have you here either.” My helpless smile probably gave away too many of my feelings, but he just pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me and placing a soft kiss to my cheek. “How sore are you?”
Hugging him back tightly, I murmured, “Not too sore. But I’m going to use your bathroom first.” Forcing myself to leave the warmth of his bed, I padded into his en suite, and when I returned, freshened up with the taste of mint in my mouth rather than the gross morning taste, he followed suit.
Finally, we were back in bed, under the covers, trading lazy kisses while our hands explored each other. The morning sun, diffused by his window blinds, cast a soft, dim light across the bed, and everything was slow and relaxed and like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
It was like we were in our own world, just the two of us. The prep seemed to take no time at all, and when he pulled me upright and onto my knees, situating himself on his own knees behind me, my back to his chest, we moved in perfect synchronicity, his cock sliding inside me with ease. I rested my head back on his shoulder as he kissed down my neck, palming my cock with slow, even strokes. Then we began to move, and it was fucking sublime.
His grip grew firmer, faster.
“Liam. Liam.Liam.” All I could do was pant his name as I came so hard that I saw stars. His teeth clamped down on my throat, and he groaned into my neck long and low, thrusting up into me as his own climax hit him.
“Noah. Fuck. I lo—” He buried his face in my shoulder, cutting his words off, but my heart raced, imagining what he might have said. But there was no way he’d be feeling that, not yet. It was enough that he’d chosen me, made a public commitment to me when he asked me to be his boyfriend.
Everything else would come in time.
* * *
A couple of hours later, we were downstairs in the kitchen, still alone. Around us, debris from the party littered the surfaces—bottles, cans, spilled drinks, but both of us ignored the mess. I reached up to the cupboard for mugs, and Liam came up behind me, his arms sliding around my waist as he kissed the back of my neck. I shivered at his touch, carefully placing the mugs down before I turned in his arms.
He looked at me, his blue eyes wide and serious, and angled his head forwards, his lips brushing against mine. “All I want to do is kiss you. I’m fucking addicted to your mouth.”
“You can kiss me anytime you want,” I whispered, closing the millimetres of distance between us, losing myself in the hot, slow slide of his mouth against mine.
“Is this what we have to look forward to now?”
The loud voice from behind Liam had us jumping apart. Travis stood in the doorway, smirking at us.
“Yeah, it is.” Liam tugged me back to him, planting an exaggerated kiss on my lips.
Travis just rolled his eyes, strolling past us to put the kettle on. “I’m sure I wasn’t this sickeningly sweet when I first got together with Kira. Thanks,” he added as I passed him two mugs, assuming that Kira had stayed over after the party. He added tea bags, then propped himself up against the counter. “Seriously, though. It was obvious you were into each other, and I’m glad you managed to sort all your shit out.”
“Thanks.” I shot him a smile as I added a tea bag to my own mug. “Liam? Tea? Coffee?”
“Coffee, but I can make it.” Liam squeezed my hand before moving to place his mug under the nozzle of the coffee machine. “By the way, Trav, you and Kira were much worse, just for the record.”
“Nah, I think you’re mistaken. You two are nauseating. Can’t let go of each other for one second.”
“We’re not touching each other right now,” Liam pointed out. He shot me a teasing grin, and then blew me a kiss. I laughed, stepping over to him and placing a quick kiss to his smiling mouth, before returning to my position in front of the kettle.
