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Having a bigger man pin him to the mattress had never been a fantasy of his, but now, he couldn’t get the thought of it out of his head. King worked him up until he was on the edge, his body twitching and his cock throbbing and rock-solid. But then he pulled back and Liam cried out, grasping the tangled sheets and thrusting up, needing friction to grind against. King trailed his lips down his body and Liam moaned, anticipation bubbling in his veins. He loved getting his dick sucked. But somehow, he knew this moment would be life-altering. It wasn’t because King—a man—was about to swallow him down. No, it had everything to do with the way he worshipped his lovers. He’d seen it on Friday night and again on Saturday when King had brought Addy to orgasm over and over before he let himself go. He’d never had that before, someone so attuned to his needs that he could trust them completely to take care of him.
King’s lips closed over his shaft, the heated cavern of his mouth sucking him in, his tongue licking and stroking his cock, and Liam saw stars. Addy’s mouth on his balls shot him to heaven. He was so close. But he needed more. He needed Addy.
Liam tapped her leg, closing his hand around her thigh and pulling her closer. Straddling him, she braced herself on either side of his head and leaned down to kiss him. Liam moaned, the dual sensation electrifying his nerve endings. “Sit on my face,” he begged and cried out when she shivered, and King moaned, pulling off his cock.
“You like that, don’t you, Adds,” King taunted, shifting so he had his head buried between her legs. Addy gasped and rocked back, but Liam wasn’t missing out this time. He tugged her up and shot King a faux annoyed glare. King grinned wickedly and licked a stripe up his cock.
“Please,” he begged, his legs falling open and his hips coming up off the bed in search of King’s mouth. His first taste of Addy’s essence had him moaning. It set off a chain reaction, with Addy crying out and King rewarding him as he swallowed him to the base of his cock, his throat tightening around his shaft.
Addy braced herself on the headboard and rolled her hips, keeping Liam’s mouth exactly where she needed him. With his tongue buried in her pussy, his hands filled with her breasts, and his dick down King’s throat, Liam face-fucked the man ruthlessly. He was out of control, need riding him hard, pushing him to the peak and beyond. The strength of his orgasm took him by surprise. Spurt after spurt emptied into King’s throat, and his man lapped it up, the low moans spurring him on. His hips twitched, instinct to chase his orgasm for as long as possible driving him.
“Oh fuck, that was hot,” Addy breathed, her fingers brushing his lips. She was working her own clit as Liam sucked in a much-needed lungful of air. But that wouldn’t do. He speared his tongue inside her core and she tightened around him. He scraped his teeth gently over her clit, and she cried out, her channel rhythmically clenching as she came.
Only a moment later, the splash of hot cum—King’s cum—landed on his belly. He rubbed it in, savouring the electric buzz still floating around his skin and the gorgeous view of Addy sated and exhausted above him.
King laid kisses up the inside of his leg and blew a cool breath over his hole. Liam clenched hard, shivering with the sensation. Every nerve ending lit up and his cock twitched, thickening at the thought. “Mmm, we’ll come back to that,” King murmured, flicking his tongue against Liam’s sac.
“You’re gonna make me hard again,” he gasped as King did it again.
“Is there a problem with that?” he asked, his lips smiling against his skin. Addy slipped off him, lying down next to him. Liam locked his gaze with King, those dark eyes gleaming in challenge.
“Do you like to fuck, or get fucked?” Liam asked, the question popping out of his mouth before he could censor himself.
King choked out a groan and palmed himself. “With guys I tend to receive. My dick isn’t exactly comfortable for most men to take, so…”
Liam laughed breathlessly. Oh fuck. “That feels like a challenge,” he murmured, giving his semi a tug. “I can’t wait to be inside you, but to take you? Oh, yeah.”
Twenty-five
Liam
H
e pressed the garage remote strapped to his sun visor and eased into the drive. The usually empty garage had another car in it.
His parents.
Liam’s gut clenched and nausea washed over him. Why now? Why when he was happy did they have to spring a visit on him? It was ten days until Christmas. Surely they were celebrating with his sister. They certainly weren’t there for him.
“Who’s that?” King asked. Liam shot him a look, one probably wide-eyed with panic, and swallowed. “Hey, what is it?” He threaded their fingers together and squeezed.
Liam shut off the engine and leaned back in his seat, absorbing the rock-steady support King was giving him. He was like a sponge, trying to soak up the strength to answer King’s question.
“My parents.” Liam’s voice was quiet. Strained. He hated them, but at the same time he wanted their approval. He wanted their love. Desperate for it, he continually pushed harder. He’d tried to be a good boy, then a good man, just so that they’d notice him. But nothing he did was ever good enough. He’d tried and failed. Every day of his childhood was a battle, one he’d faced alone and lonely. He hated being back there again. Being so vulnerable. It was easier not to see them. Easier to pretend that they were more than a couple of hours up the road, because when he did, the nerves, the racing heart, and the constant nausea went away. But in their presence, they came back full force.
King stilled, his eyes narrowing slightly. He squeezed Liam’s hand harder. “Did they tell you they were coming back?” King’s tone was harsh, short with him. Liam’s gut sank.
“No.” His shoulders slumped. King was disappointed in him too. He’d already screwed things up. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?” King asked, confusion written all over his face. He turned in his seat and added a second hand to their grasped ones. “You have nothing to apologize for. Them, on the other hand…”
“It’s their house—”
“They treated you like shit your whole childhood. They still do. Why are they arriving unannounced?” It was a rhetorical question, one Liam didn’t have the energy to answer. Instead, he held tight to King, getting his fix of confidence and love.
“Let’s go see how long they’re here for.” He dragged himself out of the car, just wanting the whole episode over. Maybe he could crawl into bed and they wouldn’t even notice he’d arrived. He was invisible to them most of the time anyway, so why not now? But King’s hand at the small of his back reminded Liam that someone saw him. Two people, in fact. More if he counted the family next door who’d treated him like their own. King’s parents too.
He slowed his step and basked in that. He pulled his shoulders back, letting the strength that the people who truly loved him infuse into his bones. “Mum, Dad,” he called, his voice firm and vibrant.
