Page 78 of The Reality of Wanting Him
BLAKE
Fuuuuuuck.
Holy goddamn. Mother of fucking titballs.
There’s a distant part of my brain that wonders if my internal swearing even makes any sense, but that thought is forgotten as Liam lowers himself further onto my cock. His ass is squeezing my dick so fucking tightly, I’m worried I’m going to come already and ruin this before I have a chance to enjoy it. But his teasing—or torture—really got me closer to the edge than I’d care to admit.
I’m in heaven right now, though, there is no other way to describe what I’m feeling. The pleasure is so intense I’m struggling to focus on anything at all. Like if Liam wasn’t on top of me right now, I might just float away. His body is so warm, his hole slicked from the sexy way he prepped himself for me. Wait,not for me,for himself,to use mefor his pleasure. My dick twitches inside of him at that thought, of being his toy, and as much as I fucking love bottoming, this is also mind-blowing.
My cock might be in Liam’s ass right now, but there is no denying that he is still the one fucking me as he slowly raises and lowers his hips, his hands holding me down, his fingersdigging into my pecs. Part of me wants to thrust up into him, force a faster pace, but there’s a bigger part of me that wants to finally give in to this sensation of him owning me, to stop trying to focus on the details and justlet go.
I’m distantly aware of his hand shifting higher up my body—his weight no longer pushing down onto me—caressing up my chest before tracing my collarbone and settling just below my neck. My eyes must have closed at some point, because I have to force them open to meet Liam’s dark possessive gaze.
“Fuck, straight boy, you’re being such a good toy for me.”
A whimper escapes my mouth, and I wouldn’t be surprised to find out I’m glowing with how happy his praise makes me feel. But toys don’t talk, so I don’t respond as I stare up at him adoringly.
“Do you like that, feeling like something I own?”
I nod quickly and he shifts his hand higher, wrapping his long fingers around my neck without actually putting any pressure there. My chest is rising and falling rapidly now as I hold his gaze, completely consumed by this moment between us.
“More,” I plead in a high-pitched, needy tone that I don’t recognize.
“Want me to squeeze?” he checks, the hungry look in his eye making it clear he likes the idea.
“Please, yes. I want that, to feel like I’m completely and totally yours.”
We might not have made it down the aisle, but right now with Liam staring at me like I’m a gift, like I’m more than he could have ever asked for as he continues to ride my cock, this moment feels divine, like the beginning of something sacred. The relationship between us is stronger than it ever was before as we embrace this dynamic that brings us both so much pleasure. I’m still not completely convinced this is real, that Liam is really giving me another chance. This all seems way too good to be true. If it is some sort of dream, then I don’t want to wake up.
“Just a second, you need a hand free again,” he mutters, stretching to pull the tie loose from my wrists. “Keep one hand above your head,” he commands. “Put the other tight around my wrist and let go if you need me to stop,for any reason.”
I quickly nod, eager to have his hand return to its position on my throat, something in me settling when he does. He’s stopped the motion of his hips now, and I’m desperate to have him move again.
“Any reason, Blake, I mean it. If you even loosen your grip, I’m stopping. I never want to hurt you.”
I smile up at him, sure my expression is a little dopey but I can’t help it. I grip his wrist tightly, wanting to assure him how eager I am for this. He slowly increases the pressure of his hold on my throat. I can still breathe, but my head starts to feel fuzzy as his grip must restrict the blood flow. Now I really do feel like I’m floating, looking into his eyes as he raises and lowers his hips again, more quickly now.
He loosens his hold, no longer applying any pressure to my neck, and I feel an overwhelming rush of euphoria as the blood returns. He moves one hand to work his own straining erection. He’s really picked up the pace of his efforts riding my cock, and the combination of that pleasure and this new high, that his hand around my throat has left me with, has my orgasm violently crashing into me. My dick jerks inside of him as it fills the condom, shooting more of my release with each wave after wave of what must be the longest and most intense orgasm of my life.
I’m glad I’m already on my back because I completely check out, unable to think or move as my release finally comes to an end. Liam lets out a deep moan as thick ropes of his cum cover my chest and neck, making me feel owned by him in another way.
He slowly raises himself off me, wincing slightly at the loss of me inside of him. Then he removes the condom from my softening cock, ties it off and moves to the bathroom to get rid of it. Iclose my eyes, still feeling a little dazed as he unties me and must get himself cleaned up. I feel like I should be helping him with that, but no matter how good my intentions are, I still can’t find the strength to move.
Liam returns with a warm washcloth to clean me up as well, murmuring soft praises about how good I was for him, and how happy I make him, as I fight the urge to fall asleep. I want to stay awake, to talk about what this means for us, how happy I am that he’s giving me another chance, to find out what his expectations are now that we’re together again.
But as he crawls into the bed next to me, resting his head on my shoulder and pulling the blankets up to cover us both, I lose the battle, giving in to the dreamland that’s calling to me.
36
LIAM
Waking up this morning is everything.
For the first time since that awful day in the city, I wake up with Blake in my arms. It’s so much better than the empty bed. When I open my eyes, I’m met with his warm hazel ones staring back at me.Oh, how times have changed.That first morning on the farm, I never would have pictured this man waking up before me. Yet here he is, waiting formeto get up, tucked against my chest, fingers drawing patterns against my skin.
I tighten my hold around his waist, pulling him even closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You waiting for me, baby?” I rasp, voice thick with sleep.
Blake grins and presses a kiss to my jaw. “Yes.”
