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“Uh, yeah. Why?”
“You’re as still as a statue.”
“I am? Is that bad?”
“No.” Liam licks a path from root to tip with the flat of his tongue, causing me to inhale sharply. “I just want to make sure you’re enjoying it.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my life,” I blurt before I can stop myself, though before I can question whether that’s oversharing, I catch Liam grin proudly. Then he swallows my entire length, hollows his cheeks, and sucks. Hard.
“Holyfuckingshit are you trying to suck my brain through my dick?”
“Too much?” The way he looks at me under those long lashes makes him look both innocent and playful, and while I’ve seen that look in the movies, I’ve never seen it directed at me. I think it means he enjoys being able to make me feel good, and for some reason that makes my heart race in my chest.
“No,” I pant. “No, just… Oh my god.” My head falls back as he does it again, sucking so hard I think he actually pulls my hips off the chair.
Looking at the ceiling, gasping and moaning around the zings of delight that seem to ignite wherever I feel Liam’s tongue, I never know what he’s going to do next. Lick up my length, suck on my balls, flick his tongue over my slit. It’s totally foreign—not just the sensation of his wet mouth—but the fact that I’m not in control of my own pleasure. I have zero say in when, or how, I’ll find release, and that’s a pretty heady development. It leaves me free to react, which is oddly satisfying.
I admit at first I was too stunned to do much of anything except sit still, but the more I let myself relax, the more I realize I don’t want to sit still. I want to move. I need to move. I need to thrust, but as I clench my stomach and bring my head forward I find myself paralyzed by the vision of my length disappearing between Liam’s lips.
The way his eyes flutter as he takes me deep, like this feels just as good to him as it does me, is a revelation.
The first time I tried to help him out, I approached it like an assignment. A task I was in a position to help with, nothing more. The second time I was a little more thoughtful, paying attention to what he liked, but that was more for my own knowledge than a desire to really make him feel good. Not that I didn’t want him to feel good, I just wanted to understand the most efficient way to get there.
And yeah, part of me was curious about what he was feeling—what I was feeling—but it didn’t quite reach the point of me enjoying it. I think I was intrigued by it, but I’m not sure I’d go as far as saying I liked it. Even today, my focus was on getting Liam to relax instead of finding any kind of mutual satisfaction, and I’m still not even sure how I ended up in my current state since I didn’t expect that outcome. But as I watch what can only be described as desire in Liam’s expression, it occurs to me that arousal leads to arousal. His pleasure is increasing mine. And I think I like that.
Huh.
As if he can sense the direction of my thoughts Liam starts moaning like he does when I’m touching him, only my cock is still in his mouth, so I don’t just hear that moan, I feel it vibrating along my shaft. Every. Single. Inch. And it’s so unexpected—so different—my hips buck upward right as my dick starts pulsing with the force of the orgasm that slams into me without warning.
I want to move, to pull away before Liam chokes on the release I’m sure he wasn’t prepared for, but once again my body is somewhat paralyzed by the unfamiliar sensations coursing through it. Not that I’ve never had an orgasm before, I’ve just never had one this intense, and it sort of makes everything short-circuit to the point I can do little else but melt into the chair beneath me.
Oh my… Did that just happen?
I have to blink a half-dozen times before my vision comes back into focus, and when it does, the first thing I register is Liam’s wary gaze from where he’s kneeling between my legs.
“I… Sorry I didn’t warn you.” I say lamely as I reach for my pants to pull them back up.
Liam waves a dismissive hand. “How are you feeling?”
I run a hand through my hair as if that will help me make sense of the chaos in my head. “Good, I think. Confused though.”
“Which part is confusing?”
“What do you mean?” I know that question isn’t meant to be sarcastic, but I can’t for the life of me make sense of what he’s asking.
“Is it the hooking up with a guy part, hooking up with me, or hooking up period that doesn’t make sense?”
When he puts it that way…
“I don’t think it’s the guy thing.” I shake my head back and forth while I consider his other two questions. “And I don’t think it’s you since I feel pretty comfortable with you, although maybe I should be more concerned about that.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, we’re friends, and like you said before this isn’t really something friends do. When I thought it wouldn’t affect me, that didn’t seem like something to worry about, but now…” I take a deep breath and find the courage to meet his eyes. “I guess it’s more the why did it happen at all thing.”
“I have a guess.”
I lift my eyebrow in question.
