Page 20 of Unwrap Me After Dark
“Ready?” I ask, reaching for the lube.
Liam nods, spreading his legs wider. I pour a generous amount onto my fingers, warming it between them before reaching down. I circle his entrance, applying gentle pressure without pushing in.
“Relax,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss him again. “I won’t hurt you.”
I push just the tip of one finger inside, feeling him tense before consciously relaxing. I work carefully, watching his face for any sign of discomfort.
“What would people think if they could see us now?” I whisper in his ear. “If they knew what we’re doing here in thedark? Your stepbrother’s finger inside you, getting you ready for his cock.”
Liam moans, his eyes fluttering closed. “They’d be jealous,” he gasps, the words broken and breathless.
I add a second finger, my free hand stroking his cock to distract from the burn. “Jealous of me, for having you spread out like this? Or you, for taking it so well?”
“Both,” he manages, his body accepting my fingers more readily now. “God, Ty, more.”
I work a third finger inside, going slow, making sure he’s open and ready. “You’re so tight,” I tell him, twisting my wrist to brush against his prostate. His back arches off the bed, a startled cry falling from his lips.
He gasps. “Again. Please.”
I oblige, massaging that spot until he’s writhing beneath me, cock leaking against his stomach, his entire body flushed with arousal.
When I’m satisfied he’s ready, I withdraw my fingers and reach for a condom. Liam watches through heavy-lidded eyes as I roll it on and slick myself with more lube. I position myself at his entrance, the blunt head of my cock pressing against him without pushing in.
“Last chance to back out,” I say, my voice rough with restraint.
In answer, he wraps his legs around my waist, pulling me closer. My cock breaches him, and we both groan. I push forward, inch by inch, giving his body time to adjust.
“You’re doing so well,” I praise, forcing myself to maintain control when all I want is to bury myself to the hilt. “I’ve got you.”
He nods, his breathing ragged, his hands clutching at my shoulders. When I’m finally seated fully inside him, I pause, dropping my forehead to rest against his.
“You feel incredible,” I tell him. “So tight, so perfect.”
I start to move, shallow thrusts that deepen as his body relaxes around me. I adjust my angle, searching for—
“Fuck!” Liam cries out.
I’ve found his prostate again, and I make sure to hit it on each thrust, watching in fascination as pleasure transforms his face. His nails dig into my back, marking me, claiming me as surely as I’m claiming him.
His hand scrambles up to grip the headboard, giving himself leverage to push against my thrusts. “Harder,” he demands, his voice wrecked.
I comply, snapping my hips with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by our gasps and moans. I’m grateful for the isolation of the cabin. The filthy words spilling from Liam’s mouth would scandalize any neighbors.
“Touch yourself,” I command, my orgasm building. “I want to see you come on my cock.”
Liam wraps a hand around himself, stroking in time with my thrusts. His body tightens as he nears his peak, making each thrust a sweet torture.
“I’m close,” he warns.
“Come for me.” I drive into him with renewed force. “Come for me, Liam.”
He does, his back arching, a hoarse cry tearing from his throat as he spills over his fist and stomach. The sight of him coming undone, combined with the rhythmic clenching of his body around me, pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me with staggering intensity, my vision whiting out as I empty myself inside him.
I collapse on top of him, narrowly avoiding crushing him with my weight. For long minutes, we lie tangled together, our breathing slowing, our sweat-slick bodies cooling in the night air. I should move, should clean us up, but I can’t bring myself to break this moment.
Finally, I shift, needing to see his face, terrified of finding regret or disgust. Instead, Liam’s eyes meet mine, soft and open in a way I’ve never seen before.
“Tyler,” he whispers and reaches up to pull me down for a kiss—gentle now, but no less profound.
