Page 51 of The Wing
“Fuck ’em. Don’t care. Only want you. I’d announce it now, but I think I want to keep you to myself while I can.” I roll to my side and kiss him sloppily, accidentally bashing our teeth together. “But I was thinking when the season’s over, we can announce it and hide here, or if you want to come to the UK with me for the Northern Tour, we could do it then and travel after.” The Northern Tour completes the season by playing the countries in the United Kingdom in November.
Liam stills, and I rock into his hand, hoping he’ll keep moving. The throbbing below my waist is distracting. I barely know what I’m saying, but I do know I want him to keep going.
“You’ve thought about that? Announcing it to the media officially and going on holiday together?” Liam sounds shocked, and it pierces my arousal haze enough that my hips stop moving.
“Well, yeah.” I kiss his nose and sling an arm around his hips, bringing him close. Travelling and barely sleeping for thirty hours gives you a lot of time to think and realise what you want. “You’re mine,” I say simply. “I want everything with you. The only reason I didn’t want a relationship was if it wasn’t serious. I didn’t want the media hounding me about something that wasn’t going to last. But with you…I want everyone to know. I want you at games with me, and travelling too if you want. I thought you could bring your laptop and write?—”
Liam pounces on me, pushing me onto my back and climbing on top of me, spreading his legs over my hips, rocking directly over my dick. I throw my head back.
“So,” I gasp, “is that a yes?”
“Yes, it’s a fucking yes,” Liam growls, and I launch up, cup the back of his head, tighten my fingers in his hair, and kiss him.
“Good. Now get the lube, darling. I need you inside me.”
Liam blinks at me a few times and scrambles for the bedside table. While he’s doing that, I remove the last of my clothes,dragging off my track pants and briefs. Liam chucks lube and a condom on the bed beside my head and lifts an eyebrow.
“I wanted to do that.”
“Sorry,” I say without a hint of apology in my voice. My hand slips down, but Liam slaps it away before I can grasp myself.
“Not yet.”
I pout but listen to what he says. I shimmy up to the pillow and spread my legs wide as Liam settles between my thighs, still in his pyjama pants. The fact that he’s still clothed and kneeling between my legs as my dick leaks onto me sends arousal burning through me, and I grasp the sheets to stop my hands shaking. I focus on not moving, not flexing my hips like I want to, and wait for Liam.
The lube bottle clicking open is loud in the room, and I watch as Liam squirts a generous amount on his fingers. My eyes follow his fingers as he reaches down slowly, pushes my knee back, and touches my hole.
My head flies back. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,yes.”
He rubs me tenderly, slowly teasing. Not pushing in, but rubbing around me. He presses gently and retreats instead of breaching me.
I thrust my hips, hoping he’ll get the message, but he pulls away until I stop. He teases again. Slippery fingers rub all around me, barely pushing in, and every time I shift my hips, he stops. Grins. And waits for me to still.
I growl low in my throat and lift up on my elbows. “Liam.”
“Yes, Hemi,” he responds serenely.
“If you don’t put your fingers inside me in the next ten seconds, I will walk out that door,” I warn.
His fingers pause, poised at my hole, barely touching me. “Really?”
I collapse on my back and stare at the ceiling. “No. But I swear I—” I gasp as Liam pushes a slow finger inside me. Mynerves light on fire, and my hips hitch and rock into him. “More. Please.”
Our eyes meet, and I watch his expression as he adds another digit. I bite my lip, and my breath stutters. I follow the flush on his cheeks to his chest and look at my lap. I grit my teeth at the image and stop myself from coming. Barely.
It’s obscene.
Liam’s fingers thrust in and out of me gently, slowly. My dick weeps, and I swear I can see the vein throbbing. I clench the sheets tighter to stop myself reaching for my dick.
Liam rubs inside me, stretching and applying pressure in all the right places.
I choke. “Jesus, Liam.” I can’t stop myself from grinding on his fingers. Liam shifts his other hand from my knee to hold my hip to the mattress so it’s harder to move.
He brushes my prostate, and my mouth falls open. My hand flies to his on my hip, and I clutch him. “If you keep doing that,” I gasp, “I’ll come before you’re even inside me.”
“Mmm.” Liam considers me as he adds another finger and strokes my hip. “That could be fun, but not tonight.”
His fingers slip from me, leaving me empty, and he removes his remaining clothes and stands naked in front of me.
