Page 74 of Addicted

It hadn’t felt like this with August and Liam was pretty sure it wouldn’t feel like this with anyone other than Owen. Because this was love.

Fingertips brushed Liam’s cheek and he leaned into the touch.

“You okay?” That blue gaze was Liam’s entire world now and he was going to become someone worthy of it. Someone Owen could be proud of. Even though he didn’t deserve it, fate was giving him another chance and he was going to grab it with both hands, never letting go.

“Yeah.” Liam didn’t even recognize his breathy voice. It seemed caught in his throat. “Y-You can move if you want. I’m ready.”

Staring into Liam’s face, Owen seemed to be confirming that for himself, and with a slight nod he slowly rocked his hips, giving Liam time to adjust. It didn’t take long for Owen to glide in and out and when he finally sunk to the hilt, sparks lit up under Liam’s skin and he dug his nails into Owen’s shoulder blades with a shout.

They were pressed together, as close as two people could be, Liam breathing into Owen’s neck, Owen’s hips pumping in a slow languid rhythm, Liam jolting every time that thick cock filled him, touching that perfect spot within. His own cock was drooling on his stomach, stimulated by Owen’s sweat-slicked abs as they dragged along its length.

Pushing all the way in, Owen stopped, circling his pelvis and Liam arched under him, clawing at Owen’s back. With a gritty moan, Owen leaned in and kissed Liam, swallowing any noise he made as Owen’s tongue and cock thrust into Liam in perfect sync.

It was overwhelming. Liam was surrounded by Owen, drenched in him, and he started to crest, realizing that if Owen kept thrusting, he’d be able to come untouched.

Breaking the kiss, Owen ran his nose up Liam’s cheek and temple.

“Let’s try something,” he whispered in Liam’s ear, his tone illegally deep and sultry.

“Huh?” At this point, Liam wasn’t capable of coherent speech.

Since Liam was all pliable, Owen easily moved him, hauling his leg up and over and turning him onto his right side, still managing to stay inside. Settling behind Liam, Owen slid one hand under his thigh, pulling it up, while the other snaked under Liam’s torso, tugging him back against Owen’s chest.

Liam felt strangely exposed like this, held open and pressed against Owen so closely that Owen would be able to see every quiver, feel every gasp. Fingers traced around Liam’s nipple as Owen pressed in all the way again, filling Liam to the brim.

“A-AAahhh! S-So deep!” was all Liam could get out as he arched back into Owen, the sensations coming from all fronts as Owen sucked on his neck, spearing Liam over and over. Liam knew the sounds he was hearing were coming from his own mouth but he was helpless to stop them as Owen brought him to a level of pleasure so high it was almost spiritual.

“Liam, Liam, Liam,” Owen chanted in his ear, his breath washing over Liam’s face. It was clear from the strain in his words that this was affecting him just as much. “So tight, so good for me, so beautiful.”

It was Owen’s words, his praise, that drew Liam up, letting him hover in the sky until a twist to his nipple sent him tumbling down into orgasm, shrieking all the way. Waves of ecstasy washed over him as he fell, guiding him down gently. As his mind cleared enough for him to remember who and where he was, he felt Owen freeze behind him, filling him with a grunt.

Releasing Liam’s leg, Owen wrapped him in a hug and held on tight as he jolted, sighing into Liam’s neck until the pulses stopped. His forehead dropped onto Liam’s shoulder with a sigh, a chuckle, and then a kiss.

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” Owen’s words were pressed into Liam’s skin but they were unmistakable. Liam should have been shocked that he had given this man so much pleasure but he was still reeling from his own climax and trying to catch his breath.

“Me t-too,” he managed to weakly stammer, feeling Owen slide out and caress his entrance.

“Was I too rough?” Owen played with the wetness that slid out, rubbing it around. It was enticing but Liam wasn’t up for coming a fourth time. He didn’t think he could move from the bed if it was on fire.

“Not at all.” Turning, Liam faced Owen, slinging a leg over Owen’s thigh so his fingers could continue. “It was perfect.”

“You were perfect.” Owen kissed him and it was a slow drag of tongues and lips until they were just holding onto each other, trying to meld together. They stayed like that for a while until Owen pulled back, staring deeply into Liam’s eyes. With his clean hand, Owen tucked a strand of hair behind Liam’s ear and then ran knuckles down his cheek.

“I love you,” Owen said, so firmly, so succinctly, that it took a minute for it to sink in.

Liam blinked. “What?”

Owen smiled at him, teeth on display, clearly amused by Liam’s inability to process.

“I love you.” Leaning in, he brushed their noses together.

Tears sprang to Liam’s eyes. This was more than he could handle. The night had already been perfect, but Owen telling him that he loved him? Fate was handing him too much, overloading him with joy.

A sob tore from his throat and he hiccupped.

“Is my love for you so bad?” Owen chuckled as Liam rested his head on Owen’s chest, trying to form words.

“N-No I l-love you t-too,” he gasped out between breaths.

---