Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Liam whined, “Don’t stop.” A hard breath, and his hand sped up. He surprised me when he added, “Keep talking.”
Oh, my sweet, not-quite-innocent Liam liked the dirty talk. I could so get behind that.
“Do you have any idea how much I am dying to suck your dick?” I whispered in his ear, my lips brushing against the shell. “All it will take is a lick and you’ll have me begging to take all of you. I will. I’ll fucking take every inch of your dick. To the very back of my throat. You can fuck my mouth, and I’ll moan about how good you taste. How good you feel.”
Another cry of pleasure and need escaped Liam.
I turned my head, dragging my teeth along his throat to nibble on his shoulder. “Can you see it? One leg up on my shoulder, my head bobbing up and down on your dick. All that moist heat and the caress of my tongue. And when you come, I swallow it all. I won’t stop sucking you for a second. God, I want to taste you. Fuck. Liam, please. Just let me have a little taste.”
The sentence was barely off my lips and Liam was tensing under me. He cried out, and I looked up in time to see spurts of white cum hitting his stomach. A moan pushed out through clenched teeth as he shuttled his hand on his dick through his orgasm. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and captured that wonderful mouth in a deep kiss.
“Fuck, you’re crazy.” Liam chuckled as I flopped on my side of the mattress.
“No, only horny.” I snatched up the dirty T-shirt and tossed it to him so he could clean up before I gave in to another impulse and licked up that mess on his stomach.
Liam let out a long sigh as he wiped himself off. “I can’t believe I did that.”
“Isn’t it a good way to start the day? It’s Saturday. You’re relaxed. I could use breakfast and a nap now.”
Liam cackled and threw the dirty T-shirt at my face. I batted it away, laughing with him. This was what I wanted for him—happy and relaxed. But even though we’d been apart for decades, I still knew him. He was going to worry and overthink things. There was no way around it. I only hoped that after he spent some time thinking, he could accept this new discovery about himself rather than retreating into the shadows of denial.
“Ugh. No naps. I’ve got to get a shower, clean this place up, and work on my lectures for next week. Exams are fast approaching, and I’ve got to make sure everything is ready.”
I also knew that Liam needed some space to think. Something he couldn’t do with me hanging about and constantly whispering in his ear.
Rolling onto my side, I smirked. “Go up and take a shower. I’ll get our dirty dishes into the kitchen.”
His eyebrows rose toward his hairline. “You sure?”
“Yep. When you’re out, I’ll jump in for a quick one and then get out of here. I’ve got a couple of errands to run myself.” No, I didn’t, but I didn’t want Liam to think he was kicking me out.
“Good plan.”
Liam pulled on his sleep pants and booked it up the stairs. I more lazily pulled on my pants before gathering up our dirty dishes. After a tidy of the kitchen, I maneuvered the damn mattress up the stairs, which required more swearing and sweat than I’d expected. Liam was just getting out of the shower as I slid it into the bedroom.
With the mattress where it belonged, I stole a kiss and claimed the shower. The hot water helped to clear away the last of my morning brain fog. As the time for my departure grew closer, the knot in my stomach twisted tighter. I didn’t want to leave. If I were still here, Liam couldn’t deny what had happened. He couldn’t brush off his hungry kisses or that shared sexy moment. He had to face that he was attracted to me, at least on some level.
But when he was alone, it would be easier to lie and deny it. How easy would it be for him to deny it all? To shut me out of his life? I wasn’t sure what I wanted now. Would I be content to just be friends with him?
Could we even do that?
This was already beginning to feel like something more.
Unless I was the only one feeling that way. What if it was all one-sided?
I turned off the water and dried my body. I was going to need some help, or I was going to get myself into real trouble.
Dressed in the clothes I’d worn over, I found Liam in the kitchen, sipping a mug of coffee and scrolling through emails on his phone. The kitchen was now spotless.