Page 51 of The Arrangement
Since I’d put myself on display, I had no problem with gazing over to enjoy the vision of his long, slender cock in his fist. The head was dark red and damp, while neatly trimmed red hair hugged the root.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I panted, speeding up my hand. As much as I wanted to drag this out, drain it of every bit of sweetness, I knew it was better to go fast the first time. Make sure Liam was washed with intense pleasure, stopping him from getting lost in his head with insecurities and fears.
He huffed out a laugh. “Shut up. You’re ridiculous.”
“Am not.” I turned my head to face forward, squeezing my eyes shut so I could focus on the sound of his breathing, the movement of his hand. My mind replayed the feel of his lips on mine, the brush of his tongue. I wanted all that and more. I wanted to feel his skin pressed to mine, the heat of him, the thunderous race of his heart as it tried to break free of his body.
My orgasm swamped me in a hot, muscle-tightening rush, and I let it. My back arched off the mattress, and I cried out as I came. Hot semen splashed on my stomach and dribbled down my fist as I stroked myself through that toe-curling moment.
“Fuck.” I sighed, releasing my cock and resting my hand on my hip. “That was a nice way to start the day.”
“Jeez. Rome. Shit. That was hot,” Liam panted. A needy whimper left him, and his hand slowed. “But I don’t think I can. Too nervous.”
I grabbed the T-shirt I’d shed and wiped the mess off my stomach, then rolled onto my side. His eyes were squeezed shut, and the muscles in his right arm strained in what was likely a mix of hunger and frustration. I dropped my hand on my thigh to keep from giving in to the temptation to help him. Instead, I pressed my face into his neck, kissing my way up to the magic spot behind his ear.
“Of course you can, and it’s going to feel amazing,” I purred. His earlobe slipped into my mouth, and I gently worried it with my teeth, then slid my tongue across the sensitive bit of flesh.
Liam whined, “Don’t stop.” A hard breath, and his hand sped up. He surprised me when he added, “Keep talking.”
Oh, my sweet, not-quite-innocent Liam liked the dirty talk. I could so get behind that.
“Do you have any idea how much I am dying to suck your dick?” I whispered in his ear, my lips brushing against the shell. “All it will take is a lick and you’ll have me begging to take all of you. I will. I’ll fucking take every inch of your dick. To the veryback of my throat. You can fuck my mouth, and I’ll moan about how good you taste. How good you feel.”
Another cry of pleasure and need escaped Liam.
I turned my head, dragging my teeth along his throat to nibble on his shoulder. “Can you see it? One leg up on my shoulder, my head bobbing up and down on your dick. All that moist heat and the caress of my tongue. And when you come, I swallow it all. I won’t stop sucking you for a second. God, I want to taste you. Fuck. Liam, please. Just let me have a little taste.”
The sentence was barely off my lips and Liam was tensing under me. He cried out, and I looked up in time to see spurts of white cum hitting his stomach. A moan pushed out through clenched teeth as he shuttled his hand on his dick through his orgasm. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and captured that wonderful mouth in a deep kiss.
“Fuck, you’re crazy.” Liam chuckled as I flopped on my side of the mattress.
“No, only horny.” I snatched up the dirty T-shirt and tossed it to him so he could clean up before I gave in to another impulse and licked up that mess on his stomach.
Liam let out a long sigh as he wiped himself off. “I can’t believe I did that.”
“Isn’t it a good way to start the day? It’s Saturday. You’re relaxed. I could use breakfast and a nap now.”
Liam cackled and threw the dirty T-shirt at my face. I batted it away, laughing with him. This was what I wanted for him—happy and relaxed. But even though we’d been apart for decades, I still knew him. He was going to worry and overthink things. There was no way around it. I only hoped that after he spent some time thinking, he could accept this new discovery about himself rather than retreating into the shadows of denial.
“Ugh. No naps. I’ve got to get a shower, clean this place up, and work on my lectures for next week. Exams are fast approaching, and I’ve got to make sure everything is ready.”
I also knew that Liam needed some space to think. Something he couldn’t do with me hanging about and constantly whispering in his ear.
Rolling onto my side, I smirked. “Go up and take a shower. I’ll get our dirty dishes into the kitchen.”
His eyebrows rose toward his hairline. “You sure?”
“Yep. When you’re out, I’ll jump in for a quick one and then get out of here. I’ve got a couple of errands to run myself.” No, I didn’t, but I didn’t want Liam to think he was kicking me out.
“Good plan.”
Liam pulled on his sleep pants and booked it up the stairs. I more lazily pulled on my pants before gathering up our dirty dishes. After a tidy of the kitchen, I maneuvered the damn mattress up the stairs, which required more swearing and sweat than I’d expected. Liam was just getting out of the shower as I slid it into the bedroom.
With the mattress where it belonged, I stole a kiss and claimed the shower. The hot water helped to clear away the last of my morning brain fog. As the time for my departure grew closer, the knot in my stomach twisted tighter. I didn’t want to leave. If I were still here, Liam couldn’t deny what had happened. He couldn’t brush off his hungry kisses or that shared sexy moment. He had to face that he was attracted to me, at least on some level.
But when he was alone, it would be easier to lie and deny it. How easy would it be for him to deny it all? To shut me out of his life? I wasn’t sure what I wanted now. Would I be content to just be friends with him?
Could we even do that?
