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)
“And you?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to demand he guess, but I didn’t want to make him more nervous than he clearly was.
“Most of the time, I’m a top. It’s what I enjoy most. However, I guess I’m technically vers. Every once in a while, the mood will hit me, and I’ll want to be bent over and fucked hard.”
And after that announcement, I was sure I’d never seen Liam’s face turn quite so red.
“But I don’t want you to get hung up on who’s putting what where. Sex is only a part of the relationship. I mean, you dated women, and I’m sure that the sex might have been hot, but things didn’t click outside of bed, and vice versa.”
Liam went as quiet as the grave, and I had a scary feeling sink into the pit of my stomach.
My friend slid his empty glass across the counter. “Fill ’er up.”
I had wanted to limit how much we drank. No one was allowed to make excuses later that we’d done things because we were drunk, and that was the only reason it happened. But if Liam had something to say about his experiences, I figured we might need a drink to deal with it.
Grabbing the bottle of whiskey by the neck, I poured a shot into our glasses. We threw them back, and Liam hissed.
“Okay, here’s the thing. I’m shit with people. Total shit. I can’t talk to them. Everything I say is the most awkward thing under the sun. Fiona talked to me for the first time because she needed some tutoring in math, and I was offering a tutoring service to have extra spending money. We talked, hit it off. Whatever. I’ve fucked no one other than her. She was like the second or third person I’ve kissed.”
All those words poured out of Liam as if someone had opened up a fire hydrant. Part of me was horrified for him because I’d been a fucking slut most of my life. I loved sex and enjoyed hooking up with people. But for Liam to have missed out on all that was terrible.
At the same time, the idea that he was pretty much untouched, a blank slate waiting for my dirty hands to give him the kind of pleasure he’d never known in his entire life, was mind-blowing. Fuck, I was so turned on I thought I was going to snap in half.
“Then you’re talking about casual sex. Me? Casual sex? I almost laughed my balls off,” Liam continued. “The concept is so foreign to me. My brain equates sex to being in a relationship. That’s straight sex, though. I’m thinking gay sex would break my brain.” He took a breath and flashed me a nervous smile. “This isn’t casual for me, Rome. I don’t know what this is, but I know I enjoy hanging out with you, and yeah, okay, you’re sexy as fuck.”
Done.
Stick a fork in me. I’m done.
No more defense or even common sense. He’d blasted through them both.
I was around the island in a heartbeat, grabbing him and pulling him tight into my arms. He welcomed my kiss, melting into me as if it were the most natural thing in all the world. Liam moaned, and it was the best sound. I wanted to discover all the things I could do to get him to make that sound.
My hands slid up and down his back, pressing into muscles and molding him into my body. We needed to be naked so I could feel the heat of him, the softness of his skin. But that was moving too fast.
Each time I kissed him, it got better. He relaxed more and allowed himself to get lost in the pleasure of what we were doing. And just maybe he got more accustomed to the scratch of the beard.
But we needed to move. The kitchen was not a good place to pursue this. At least not on a beginner level. We needed somewhere that would require us to fight gravity less.
I broke off the kiss and grasped his hand. “Pause for a change of venue.”
Before he could speak, I tugged him along the hallway and into the library.
“In here?” he asked.
“I thought all the books would make you feel more comfortable.”
Liam cackled, allowing me to press him onto the leather sofa. I flopped on the cushion next to him and pulled him in for another deep kiss. This was easier as I held the nape of his neck with one hand and ran my other hand down his chest. His heart raced under my fingers, but he didn’t shy away or retreat. Liam wrapped his arms around my shoulders and dragged me even closer. This was a taste of heaven, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to make him lose himself, even if it was for only a few minutes.