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“Pants off, ass on the couch,” he orders, helping me up and smacking a quick kiss to my moist lips.
I fumble with the button to my jeans, forcing it to spring open. The denim rolls down my thighs with some force from me, briefs going right along with it. Liam drinks in the view, looking like he might want to throw me down and fuck me without any sort of preparation. He restrains himself, directing me to the couch. My bare ass hits the leather cushion and he steps between my thighs, crouching to his knees.
Hugging my thighs and tugging me, he lets the back of my legs rest on his shoulders while his fingers hold the inside of them, inches from where my balls sit. “Fat throbbing dick and swollen nuts all for me.”
I can’t think of anything to say because he swallows half of my length into his mouth without warning and my brain short circuits. He sucks my cock without any prompting or questions, just doing what he wants with confidence. I don’t have to think about a thing, nothing besides how good it feels.
He bobs his head, sucking and fucking my dick with his mouth until he’s moaning right along with me. With a slurp, he lets my cock fall from his lips, and he moves down. Kisses land all around my balls, taint and asshole. He licks and teases, making me wiggle as it becomes too overwhelming.
He looks up at me from between my legs and tsks in disapproval. “No, baby, stay still for me.”
Another long lick to my ass makes me jump.
He holds my eyes, giving me a stern look. “Stop squirming so I can properly tongue my stepdaddy’s sweet little fuck tunnel.”
My mouth parts. “You did not just say that.”
“I did,” he asserts, swiping his tongue in a circle around my hole. “And it made your weeping cock jump in my hand, so.” He lines up the tip and uses some pressure to probe through the tight ring of muscle. Sparks flood up my neck and down my spine.
Liam’s nose pokes beneath my balls as he moves, sinking his tongue as far as he can get it. It’s soft but firm and slippery. Honestly, I’ve never had anyone do this to me before, and I would tell him that if I could speak. Liam is competitive to his core, he’d delight in knowing that he’s doing something to me that no one else has.
He plays there for a little while longer before he’s adding lube and fingers into the mix. Like some kind of magician, his tongue works right alongside his hand, hypnotizing my body with his perfected motions. He starts with one, easily moving to two and then I’ve got three of his long digits stuffed in my hole while he sucks my balls and massages my cock.
“I won’t be able to last,” I rasp. He’s ripping me apart with pleasure, sending it all to too many places at once.
“I don’t want you to,” Liam insists. “I want you to explode for me. I want your stepson’s fingers and tongue to be too much for you. Give it to me, coach. Let me see every drop pour from your thick cock. Yell for me while you’re at it.”
God, do I. I cry out, moans cracking in the air. Wet ropes of cum ribbon out of me, and he stands up with desire consuming his every move.
Shockwaves still rolling over me, I watch as his hand works rapidly between his legs. He pumps his cock on a mission, hovering above me. His eyes darken, and his moans grow louder, until it’s all too much.
Liam’s breath accelerates, suddenly broken and ragged. Shuddering with pleasure, he lets go and I feel hot, wet cum land on top of my still-throbbing cock. It splatters over my stomach, dripping down the sides of my shaft and all over my balls.
I’m ogling the mess when his hand wraps around my slowly softening cock. The breath whooshes from my lungs as he lowers his mouth, sucking the whole soaked thing between his lips. Liam sucks me dry, licking and lapping at every drop of our shared orgasm, moaning with delight while he does.
With a satisfied smile, he separates us, thumbing a single drop of moisture from the corner of his mouth and licking it away.
Baffled, I ask, “Did you just suck your cum off of my cock, or did I imagine that part?”
“I sucked yours off of it too,” he says cheekily.
I hide a smile, suddenly feeling out of place. Resisting the urge to pull him close, I clear my throat and look away from his gorgeous features. I stand, reaching for my pants with a racing mind and a drumming heart.
Once my jeans are back in place, my hands scrub down my jaw. Liam isn’t even bothering to get dressed, still glistening with beads of sweat from what we’ve just done. And fuck, I can’t look away from his cock hardening between his toned thighs. Blood rushes from my head, and heat pools in my stomach so quickly I’m almost dizzy.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I whisper, willing the shame I should feel to wash over me. It doesn’t.
“We should, and we did,” he growls, invading my space easily. “And we’re not fucking done. What did you think I was stretching you out for? The dildo you keep in your bedside drawer?” His head shakes back and forth. “No, that ass is mine, coach. I’m going to be inside of you, filling you up, pummeling that sensitive little prostate of yours until you’re fucking crying out to God that you’re mine. Until you truly fucking understand what’s going on here.”
“That’s such a bad idea,” I croak, unsure of why I’m even bothering to fight it. I’m such a goner.
“Are you telling me no, Jonathan?”
My opportunity to end this is presented, and I can’t take it. “No,” I confess. “I’m not.”
He smirks. “Good. Now I can tell you how it is.”
“How it is?” I repeat, eyebrows dipping in.
