Page 49 of Look My Way
Liam sings again but I don’t recognize the lyrics. He isn’t ever going to put out a best-selling record, but his voice is pretty, like him. It’s soft and pleasant. Standing up, I go to the door and press my ear to it so I can hear him better. He stops to drink his water, and my pulse pounds in my ears, traveling down to my dick. Any moment now and I get to be in his bed again. This time without Daniel.
Too bad there won’t be a chance of him waking and seeing who Liam really belongs to. Not tonight at least. From what I remember, there are two more scenes where they sneak around while his boyfriend is in the same house. They get more brazen too, wanting to get caught, needing him to really see the truth with his own eyes. To hear them and have the two of them buried so deep in his mind that it hurts even more when he’s finally all alone.
Liam doesn’t want to admit it yet, but he despises Daniel. When he reads over his book, he’ll see what I’ve seen. As long as I keep showing him that Lex is really him and they’re living the same life.
As soon as I hear his room door close, I stick my head out and preen at the empty glass in the sink. I heard the water work its way down that tight throat of his with each swallow he took. I run my finger around the inside of the glass, not getting a single trace of residue. He got it all. Every last bit.
The house goes completely quiet again and I walk around, browsing his movie collection again before stalking down the hall into his office, leaving the light off. The door was already open, so I didn’t need to make any extra noise. Taking out my flashlight, I shine my light on the blank stones sitting on the corner of his desk. He hasn’t painted them yet. I touch over the smooth surface, thinking of all the different things I could ask him to draw for me. I’d display them all over my apartment, in my car, and everywhere I think others might admire them too.
As I’m walking out of the room, I stop in front of his computer screen. An email is open and it’s from Rick. He asks about Liam’s book, and his words almost sound threatening, but what he says at the bottom really leaves me burning. Asshole. He’s a fucking jealous bully. I’ve read Liam’s work. No way is the quality hurting in any way. There are some improvements he could make on his latest work, but it’s only the first draft.
My hackles rise when I flip through past emails he’s sent him and forwarded messages that also went to his publishers. From the sounds of it, he wants to sabotage him. He’s out to hurt him and I’m not going to let him continue. I look at a few more and finally shut off the computer after I lose count of how many there are. Fuck that puto. He won’t get away with this. The publishers have let him long enough. It’s a power trip for him, to find someone to belittle. It’s how he makes himself feel superior. Not anymore.
I burn off as much of my anger as I can by pacing around the office, remembering the guy’s email address and full name. Don’t worry, Liam. He’s about to be one less problem you have.
Looking at my watch, I walk back to the living room and sit on the recliner, watching a couple of episodes ofBig Bang Theorybefore approaching Liam’s room. The door squeaks open but Liam doesn’t stir. His body is flat under the covers as he lies sprawled out, naked, with half of him hanging out of the blanket.
So perfect and pretty.
A low sound crawls up his throat and his lips move, not much coming out as his body stays still against the sheets. With my breaths scratching the back of my throat, I move forward and adjust myself in my pants as he comes closer into view.
Fuck, he’s breathtaking. I could do whatever I wanted to him right now. Anything I want. The sky’s the fucking limit. There are some things I’d rather him be awake for the first time, though. I want those pretty blues looking up at me, his skin covered in my marks and completely flushed as he screams my name. Or something else. We haven’t talked about it yet, and it’s another thing I add to the waiting list.
He lets out a soft sigh, fingers wiggling around his head and legs sprawling. He really is the perfect vision, and if I could spend the rest of my life looking at him, I would—looking at him while setting him free.
The floor creaks from my heavy footsteps and my hand caresses the blanket on the bed as I get closer. Waves of electricity shoot up my fingers as soon as their tips come into contact with his right hip. I glide them up and down, creating goose flesh everywhere I touch. My heart feels as if it’s about to explode at the slow pace I’m moving. But you should never rush exploring a masterpiece like him.
I press my skin into him, wanting to imprint and have his body always remember me. To have mine engraved in it so whenever I touch him again, it’ll feel like I’m returning home—for both of us.
“So pretty, carino. So strong. So perfect.” I slide off my jacket and drop it to the floor as my knees touch the mattress. I crawl forward, scenting his armpit, the curve of his neck, and then I shove my nose into the pubic hair right above his cock. He has this earthy, sweet tone I seek out more of, pushing my nose into the creases of each of his inner thighs. The tip of his cock glistens and I lick at it, a low hum climbing up my throat as I lap around his head.
I take him halfway into my mouth. working myself up and down. He barely moves. He’s heaving as his breathing increases. Little noises work their way out of his throat as I add gentle sucking, bobbing my head and taking him slowly down my throat. He tastes so damn good. I probably think that every time, but it’s hard not to. Not much else comes to mind when my taste buds are exploding from any part of him coming in contact with my tongue.
“I want this every day,” I say as if he can hear me. “I want you every day.”
A whimper squeezes past his lips as I suckle at his balls and tease between his cheeks with one of my fingers. I slide further between his legs, lifting them over my shoulders as I shove my face against his hole. I eat him out like a starved man, sliding my hand up his belly to stroke his cock.
His body convulses when I bite at his puckered skin, squeezing my fist around his base, and I lift my mouth to catch most of it. The saltiness splashes on my tongue, easing its way down my throat as I swallow and slurp as more comes, still palming him as he grows soft.
“Uhh.” He lets out a throaty groan, his body bouncing against the mattress as his eyes remain closed.
He twitches a few more times before going slack, limbs spreading further out as his head tosses from side to side. Soft snores fill the room as I press a kiss to his inner thigh, smilinginto his skin. His body is as responsive when he’s asleep as it is when he’s awake. It’s still singing minutes later, his hips occasionally thrusting upward as his lips stretch into a sleepy smile.
“I hope those dreams are as sweet as our reality, pequeño. All I ever want is good things for you.”
I lift myself higher up his body, removing my cock from my pants and underwear. Anticipation bubbles up inside me, my cock as hard as a fucking rock as it glides over his. I rub my leaking tip over his inner thighs and pubic area. I spread more of myself over his lower stomach, running my fat head around his hard nubs as I wet his skin some more. I produce way too much precum sometimes. More so when I’m overly turned on and excited—which means every damn time I’m with Liam.
I trace the seam of his lips with my slit, spreading more sticky white substance in the corners of his mouth before kissing it all away. “You want evidence. I’ll give you that, carino. You’ll have so much, no one will have any doubt in their mind of what happened here after seeing you in the morning.”
I suck bruises on his chest and then his stomach. I doubt Daniel will see them. He’s too worried about sneaking off with his partner every chance he gets, leaving my carino longing for attention and to be loved on. I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere either. I read the epilogue after leaving his house earlier, and we’re supposed to get our happily ever after. He hasn’t highlighted it yet, but I’ve seen his cursor keep returning to that spot.
I bite other areas of his skin, and he moans, wiggling underneath me. On the verge of eruption, just from touching and rubbing on him, I move around his body, flipping him over to his stomach. He goes easily, arms flapping. He puffs out another sigh, lashes fluttering, and I climb over his legs again, closing his thighs together.
I shove my cock between his ass cheeks, rubbing the perfect mounds with my hands as I rock forward, using the friction of his skin closing over mine to stroke myself. I fuck forward, hips thrusting fast as tingles take hold of my spine, and I gasp for air, my pleasure spiraling like never before as I use his body to chase it.
I slide deeper between his cheeks, my balls slapping over his as my foreskin glides over his pucker. My muscles tense in my thighs and stomach, my mouth falling open as I shout through my orgasm. I keep rocking against him, milking myself of every drop, pressing his ass cheeks tighter together and covering the hilt of his back with my release. “Fuck,” I scream between clenched teeth, my body feeling off-kilter and my head submerged in the clouds.
I open my eyes after realizing they’re shut, and peer down at a still sleeping Liam. I smear my cum more into his skin, then lift my body off his as I tuck my cock back into my jeans. My body’s off balance as I crawl off the bed, and I’m not sure whether I’m moving forward or backward. My eyes lift up when Liam’s phone lights up and vibrates. A message from Daniel.
