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Chapter thirteen
Cruz
Amillion things seem to happen at once.
I register that my hand is wet. That I’m still holding Liam’s dick. That his lips are moving, although if he actually speaks any words, I don’t know what they are. And there’s this restless yet intriguing tension building in my lap, right where Liam’s weight is resting on my—
Holy shit.
I shift slightly, testing a theory, and yeah. His ass catches on my extremely hard cock.
Liam’s eyes bulge as his jaw drops open, and this time he’s the one to shift…once. Twice. Probably testing the same thing I was.
“You are.” He blinks so rapidly his hazel eyes become a blur.
“I’m what?” My mind and body feel out of sync, not in a bad way exactly, just…unfamiliar.
Liam scoots off my lap and drops to the floor between my legs, leaving my hands to fall limply at my side. I ball them into nervous fists as he stares at my lap, and the glaringly obvious sign of my arousal.
“You’re hard, Cruz.” His voice holds notes of both affection and awe, and for some reason that soothes me enough to stay seated instead of leaping off this chair and running to the bathroom like my first instinct dictated.
“I, uh… Yeah.” I shift awkwardly under Liam’s intent gaze, not so much from embarrassment as uncertainty. When did this happen? Why did it happen? What do I do about it?
“Is this the first time?” Liam’s tone is more reassuring than probing, and since he likely already knows the answer to that, I figure there’s no harm in confirming it.
“Yeah. I mean, it’s the first time it’s happened without me trying to force it.”
“Do you want…” The fingers of his free hand stretch toward me, almost like he wants to touch, but he pulls them back before making contact, and my cock twitches—twitches—like it’s disappointed he didn’t.
Liam’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and tries again. “Do you want me to help?”
“I, uh…” On the one hand, I want to experience the type of physical pleasure—with another person—that I could never fully comprehend since my body seemed incapable of it. On the other—I started this whole ‘helping hand’ thing specifically because I didn’t think it would have any affect on me, and if that’s no longer true… Will that mess up what’s becoming a friendship I’m starting to value?
My hips rock restlessly back and forth, causing the fabric of my sweats to rub over my swollen cock in a way that shoots a series of sparks throughout my body. Liam watches the movement carefully, his hazel eyes taking on a softness I’ve never seen in them before.
“I’d really like to do this for you, but I understand if it’s too much right now. I’m sure this is probably strange.”
I don’t think I could explain myself any better than he just did, and the simple fact that he gets it has me giving in to the curiosity. “Okay,” I whisper.
Liam gives me a warm smile as he reaches for the waistband of my sweats and briefs, giving me a little nudge to remind me to shift my weight as he pulls them down. When he’s got the material around my knees he stops and stares openly at my cock, which jolts under his gaze.
“Um. What are…” I trail off.
“Beautiful.” He traces the forefinger of his casted hand along the vein on the underside of my dick.
“Seriously?” I choke back a laugh.
Liam’s expression doesn’t waver. “I knew you’d be big, obviously, but you’re so thick and smooth and…perfect.”
“You think my dick is perfect?” I feel my face starting to flush, although oddly, I don’t think I’m embarrassed. More like, astonished, since I recall his being nice to look at, and I don’t think there’s anything special about mine. Other than that it’s a good size when it’s awake.
Liam runs his fingers almost reverently over my length, sending off a series of what can only be described as little fireworks everywhere he makes contact. “In the sense that there aren’t any imperfections, yeah.”
“Dicks can have imperfections?”
“It’s skin.” He continues to delicately stroke my length, petting it almost, which makes it strain closer to his fingers as a warm shiver travels up my spine. “Skin can be discolored or have bumps. You don’t have any of that. Anywhere on your body as far as I know.”
“You’ve been looking at my body?” My breath catches in my throat as his finger ghosts over my slit.
