Page 65 of Harboring Secrets
Liam always fucked me like he was astonished that he got to touch me at all. Even now when my mouth was but a sex toy, every touch was reverent. I felt his love in the way he never went too deep or too hard. In how he stroked my scalp and pulled my hair and said my name. Over and over again like it held all the answers he’d ever need.
“I’m close,” Liam rasped and I went from passive bystander, willing cock-sleeve, to active participant, sucking him deeper, using my tongue to tease him and torment him until he came with a shout, flooding my mouth. I managed to swallow and I kept sucking and teasing him, licking him clean until he shivered and pulled away.
“We have to stop. And get cleaned up,” he said, but neither of us moved a muscle. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against his leg.
“I have no bones.”
Liam traced a finger down my half-hard cock. “You have at least one.”
“Doesn’t count.”
“Mmm, I don’t know about that. I think it counts.” Liam kissed the tip of my dick, then rolled away and got out of bed, the fucking tease.
I flopped onto my back and stared at him. “Do we have to get dressed?”
“Come on. Lunch, then a nice afternoon break, then a wedding and dinner. Dancing. Drinks.”
“They can FaceTime us in,” I groused, but I was already rolling over and climbing out of bed. When I got to my feet, Liam pulled me into his arms and kissed me, dick breath and all. One day, maybe it would be our turn. But I was content to go with the flow. So long as I had Liam, nothing else mattered.
