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The next timecomes less than an hour later when we decide to take a shower and Liam shows me the art of frotting.
I love how he urges me on.
“Thrust harder. More please. Yeah, just like that.”
With one hand wrapped around our erections and the other gripping my arse like a lifeline, he’s driving me insane.
I bury my face against his neck as I piston my hips forward and back again and again. Unable to lift my head for a proper kiss, I mouth at his neck, up to his ear where I bite his lobe softly. That makes his hands twitch and only spurs me on further.
“Fuck, I love how you feel against me. You’re gonna come all over my dick, aren’t you? Mark me with your cum, Carter. Please.”
God, I can’t believe his filthy mouth. I never expected it of him, but the thought of marking him, as animalistic as it sounds, makes me want to beat my fists against my chest like a caveman. Without even thinking about it, my mouth goes back to his neck, and after licking the spot where I can feel his erratic heartbeat, I close my mouth and suck hard.
Again, he moans in that fucking delightful way that tells me he’s flying over the edge.
I look down to see his spend spurt out of him and drip around his fingers, then I realize he’s spreading it all over my dick.
“Love it when you come, darling.” I pant and move my hips faster. I reach down to cover his hand with mine, and tighten his hold just enough that on the next thrust I spill all over his dick as well.
“You’re mine, Liam,” I say with a slow smile. His cheeks pinken to the most delicious color and I lean in and kiss them.
“Love your dirty mouth too, and how you call out my name,” I confess.
“Yeah?” he asks, a smile of his own blooming on his face. “Isn’t calling you by your name kind of boring? We need to think of a nickname for you.”
“Nothing about you could ever be boring, Liam Trent, you’re brilliant. So I’m sure you’ll come up with something soon.”
23LIAM
Twenty-four hourslater we’re in the bedroom of the house Carter rented, lying side by side and facing each other.
Watching some of my favorite movies back to back with other people who enjoy them as much as I do was amazing, but this right here... I can’t believe this is real life.
Lying on my left side, I catalogue every tiny detail of Carter’s face. Celine Dion’s singing about feeling alive in my ear while I use my left hand to play with Carter’s thick strands of ink-black hair, and my right hand is lying against his heart. The beat of it almost matches the beat of the song.
He’s on his right with his right hand beneath my cheek and his left hand caressing my hip, thigh, and butt with every pass. He has the other headphone in his ear as well, and I know I’ll remember this last week for the rest of my life.
The good and the bad.
Because remembering the bad makes me realize that thisisreal life. I have this amazing man willing to put up with me, and on top of that, he thinks I’m perfect just the way I am.
I realize then that whatever happens next with ESoothe, I’m not going to give up. I’ll find a way to make it a success because I know how much it has helped me, and as Celine sings that she can’t wait for the rest of her life, I feel the words echo inside my head.
I look at Carter and see so much possibility there. There’s no way to know if it will be a lifetime that we share together, but right now that seems like the best possible scenario.
Early Wednesday morning,we’re on our way back to Manhattan so Carter will be on time for his early shift at Sculpt, when the speakers blare with a ringtone and the display says Mike is calling him.
“How was the weekend of debauchery?” Carter asks as a greeting after pressing the button on the steering wheel. “Did you defile poor innocent Theo?” The smile on his face tells me he’s teasing Mike, and I like how it looks on him. He’s normally so carefree that seeing his intense side whenever we’ve encountered Dirk and in the bedroom feels like it’s something just for me.
“You bet your ass I defiled him, and he loved it,” Mike tells Carter, who laughs.
“Well done, mate.”
“Thank you, kind sir.” Mike’s chuckles are contagious and have me smiling at the windshield. “Hey, so Sebas said you’re coming back to the city today?”
“We are. I’ll be at Sculpt in under an hour if traffic cooperates.”
“That’s good. You wanna have dinner tonight?”
