Page 96 of Puck'n Bully
The door swings open.
A smile slowly comes on Liam’s lips as he realizes it’s me. Dressed in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, he opens the door wider.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says, wrapping his arms around my neck. “You have no idea how much I missed you the whole day!”
Warmth washes over me as I stroke his tousled golden curls. This is what it must feel like to come home to someone who loves you and cares about you.
“Hey, I smell garlic and chili oil,” Liam says, loosening his hold on me. “Did you get me Chinese food—”
I don’t let him finish.
Wrapping my arm around his waist, I pull him against me and kiss him hard.
Liam gasps into my mouth, too surprised.
I push him inside the apartment, barely giving him the time to kick the door shut before I press him against it.
Letting the bouquet and food packages gently drop to the floor, I hold his beautiful face in both my hands, deepening the kiss. I pour everything into the kiss, hoping he’ll feel my unquenchable desire for him.
Liam responds just as fiercely, his fingers curling into my jacket, pulling me closer as if he’s afraid I’ll run away if he lets me go.
I swirl my tongue around his sweet, hot mouth, silently telling him I’m his.
I’m not going anywhere and I’m never leaving him behind again.
Our hands roam all over each other’s backs, arms, and chests while we continue to kiss. Before I know it, we’ve gravitated to the bed in the corner.
By the time we fall onto the mattress, most of our clothes are gone, scattered all over the floor of his tiny living room.
Our tongues dance together in a frenzy, making fire course through my veins, burning away all my exhaustion. With a sudden move, I shift, bringing Liam crashing down on the bed.
“Hayden,” he gasps, panting hard.
I have him on his stomach, his face pressed to a pillow. Straddling his thighs, I loom over him.
Liam’s pale, round ass is smooth and full, the taut skin lit up by the warm glow of the bedside lamp. Keeping him pressed down, I grab two handfuls and lean down to suck up a mark on one creamy cheek.
He groans. “Hayden...”
I smirk and lean down to trail a line of kisses along his spine, making his body shiver with each press of my lips.
“I want you right now,” I murmur against his ear.
He turns around and gazes at me with a mischievous look in his beautiful blue eyes.
“Where do you keep your lube?” I ask in a rough voice.
“Over there,” he says, pointing toward the drawer beside the bed. “I’ll get it for you—”
“No. You’re staying right here,” I say, laying a hand on his back. “I’ll get it.”
My arm is long enough to reach for the cabinet while keeping my weight on Liam. He squirms underneath me, so I lightly nip his earlobe to punish him.
“Stop,” he moans, arching his neck back.
“Be patient, babe,” I say, running my hand up his bare back and into his blond curls. He closes his eyes when I pull at the strands, just hard enough to make him groan.
My dick hardens at the sound he makes.
