9. Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Asher

S tephanie and Skyla head up to her room after a little. Ronan brought them snacks for the movie day they are having in bed, while Vincent took a phone call before stepping out of the house. I’m sure Liam is downstairs eating, and Wesley is probably doing something on his laptop, per usual.

I decided to jump in the shower since the last twenty-four hours rendered me a little indisposed. Between learning the history of my father, Henry and Giselle, my wife being kidnapped, and learning that Wesley made a move on her... and Liam. Not fucking happy about that part.

Lathering my hair, I lean back into the warm water, rinsing out the shampoo when a knock comes from the bathroom door.

“Hey, man. I’m ordering lunch for everyone. What sounds good?” Liam asks.

I turn to look at him through the glass wall, and I watch as his carefree smile disappears, a look of hunger taking its place. His eyes rake over me from top to bottom, and for some reason, I don’t feel the instinct to turn away, not in the slightest.

What the fuck is happening to me?

My pulse begins hammering in my neck, and I do my best to clear my throat as I keep my eyes on his.

“Whatever the princess wants, I’m good with.”

Liam doesn’t respond, though, because he’s currently in a staring match with my cock. The way it involuntarily jerks at his attention says more than I’d ever admit out loud.

Slowly, his eyes lift to mine, those soft green eyes drowning in lust. His tongue peeks out, wetting his bottom lip before he grabs the back of his shirt with one hand, pulling it up and over his head. It hits the ground, revealing Liam’s rippled abs. He always prides himself on staying in shape; he hits the gym several days a week in between classes, and it clearly shows.

Wait, fuck. Am I checking him out?

His sweats are the next to go, pushing them down with one hand until they stop on his walking boot. He wasn’t wearing any boxers, and my eyes can’t help but drop at the newly exposed skin. Goddamn, I’ll never get over how many piercings he has. It’s insane.

And kinda hot.

Fuck. What the hell is going on with me?

Liam prowls towards me, never taking his eyes off my own as he crosses the bathroom and rounds the glass wall to the shower. In an instant, he’s in the shower with me, the spray just barely splattering against his skin as he closes the difference between us.

I don’t move from my position, and I don’t think he minds. He does all the work, submerging himself in the water as his hand goes to the back of my head, and he pulls me in for a kiss.

Freezing at the contact, I don’t move a muscle as Liam’s lips move against mine. They are so soft, so demanding, and I fucking hate the way my cock throbs the moment his skin touches mine.

He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine as he shakes his head.

“C’mon, Ash. Don’t ice me out. Don’t do this to me, to us,” he begs.

“Us?” I question with half a scoff.

Liam’s eyes come to mine, fucking pleading with me as his head pulls back even further to look at me.

“Yeah, us. I know you’re scared. I am, too, if I’m being honest, but you feel something for me, and we both know it.”

Excuses die on my tongue, none of them seeming strong enough. I open my mouth to deny his words, but I come up empty. My silence, however, is enough to push him away.

He lets out a humorless huff as he releases his hold on me and takes a step away.

“Fine. Fuck it, I’m done trying with you. I want you, but not bad enough to be some toy that you bring out of the closet every time you’re in the mood to test the boundaries of your sexuality. I’m not a plaything you can turn off and on, Asher, and I’m tired of the hot and cold.”

Liam stands stock still, waiting for me to say something. What is there to say, though? I don’t know what’s going on with me. I don’t like men, never have. Liam is just…Liam, and that’s not a good enough answer. So, I stay silent.

He shakes his head in disappointment, turning to step out of the shower when he looks over his shoulder at me.

“I’ll see what Wesley is up to; I’m sure he’d love a midafternoon blowjob.”

Anger flashes across my eyes, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m closing the distance between us. My hand wraps around his throat as I pin him to the tile wall. He doesn’t fight me as he stares at me, his jaw hardened in hurt, his eyes begging me to do something, to say something.

The motherfucker just can’t help but poke buttons, any time, any place. Liam loves to goad the fuck out of people. And, fuck me, clearly, it’s working.

“Say that again,” I grit between clenched teeth.

“Why?” Liam rasps slightly, as my hold on him tightens. “Don’t like the idea of me sucking someone else’s cock? My mouth wrapped around them, and my tongue—”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish that sentence. Not when my lips are crushed against his. Our tongues tangle around one another instantly, Liam’s hands coming to rest on my hips as I hold him in place.

The kiss is savage, punishing, brutal, and fuck me, I love every goddamn second of it.

Forcing us apart, my hand on his throat pushes him away before forcing him down.

“You want to suck someone’s cock? Get on your knees and choke on mine. It will be the only goddamn cock you’ll feel down your throat.”

Liam’s eyes are on me, and he drops to his knees all too willingly. I release my hold on his throat, resting my hand behind his head as he sucks my raging hard cock into his mouth. Ecstasy washes over me as his tongue swirls around the tip. My mouth drops open on a silent moan as he pushes me deeper and deeper. My fingers curl around his wavy hair as I wind it around my fist, forcing him to take me deeper and faster with each bob of his head.

He moans around me, his eyes fluttering open as he looks up at me. I can literally feel a bead of pre-cum drip onto his tongue from that look alone. Goddamnit. He has no right to be this fucking pretty. I don’t know how I never really saw it before, but Liam is so fucking pretty. And, no, that’s not me just saying it because he easily has the most talented mouth I’ve experienced. Ever.

Sorry, princess.

I feel the building of my orgasm, and I’m torn between drawing it out to make it last as long as possible or coming right here and now. Unfortunately for me, my body seems to have made its own decision.

The pleasure increases more and more as I begin snapping my hips violently. Liam gags once, and a groan leaves me at that.

“Open that throat. Let me in,” I grit through clenched teeth.

After a moment or two, he does as I say, and I force myself deeper than before. That’s all it takes. I see double, literally losing my vision for a moment as I come. My cock throbs as it shoots cum down Liam’s throat and he drinks it happily. His throat works overtime, his audible gulps echoing in the shower so fucking hot before he releases me with a wet ‘pop’.

Slowly, he pushes to his feet, his right hand languidly stroking his cock as he looks at me. My eyes move down to his hand, watching in fascination as he twists his hand around his piercings, his forearm flexing with each stroke.

Hesitantly, I reach my hand out, taking his place as I wrap my hand around his cock the way I would my own. A groan falls from his lips as I come up to the head before pushing my hand back down again. His hand quickly falls away as he leans his back against the tiled wall and lets me take control.

I don’t know what is coming over me. Jealousy. Lust. Curiosity. Whatever the driving factor is, it doesn’t matter. When we are here, in moments like this, none of it matters. It’s just about me and him.

My eyes don’t leave his cock, that soft shade of pink practically mesmerizing beside all the silver. I don’t realize that I’m staring until Liam says something.

“Stop looking at me like that. It’s torture,” Liam groans with a pitying laugh.

Our eyes meet, and his smile slips away, a seriousness taking over his face as I lower to my knees. I’ve never sucked cock before, obviously. I know what feels good, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intimidated as fuck right now.

My hand is still wrapped around him, stroking slowly as I look up to my best friend from my knees.

“I don’t know what to do,” I admit roughly.

Liam smiles, not a condescending or smug smile. A sweet one, one that looks like fucking sunlight and has my chest tightening the way it does when Skyla looks at me.

“I’ll teach you, baby.”

Before I can respond, he’s pushing his cock up to my lips and I press a quick kiss to the tip, feeling cringey as fuck for it. What the hell, this is such a mistake.

Liam moans, though, catching me by surprise as his hand goes to rest on the back of my head.

“Again, please, Ash,” he says breathily.

Something in me responds to his lust drunk tone. The way he says my nickname. Fuck, it’s got me hard as a rock already. I do it again, another soft peck followed by another and another. I finally build the courage and stick out my tongue, swirling it around Liam’s head before closing my mouth around him.

His mouth makes an O shape as he looks down at me while I look up. I breathe through my nose as I slowly begin pushing Liam deeper and deeper down my throat.

The feeling of his piercings is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, each of them bumping against my tongue as I push my head down and back up again. Then again, I’ve never sucked cock until now, so I guess today is full of firsts.

“Fuck, yes,” Liam praises. “Just like that, nice and slow.”

I do as he says, letting his hand behind my head control the pace. I occasionally twirl my tongue around his cock, licking the sides of it as I bob my head. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be, in fact, it’s kind of fun.

Increasing my speed a little, I begin pushing Liam deeper, a thrill running through me when he moans from it. Like a junkie chasing their next fix, I’m chasing Liam’s next sound. Each one is sweeter than the last, and I’m fucking desperate for them all.

My hand comes up to his balls, cupping them the way I love as I push him down my throat.

“Yeah, Ash. Touch my balls. Fuck!” Liam groans.

I play with his balls for a moment before I pull away, my hand lifting up to Liam’s mouth before I rest my finger on his lips.

“Open,” I say.

Curiosity sparks in those pretty pale eyes, but he does as I say, sucking on my finger the way I am on his cock. I begin mirroring the movements, our tongues moving in sync before I pull my finger out of his mouth.

He stares down at me with intrigue as I slip my hand between his legs, pushing into him slowly. His pupils blow at that, and he spreads his legs apart for easier access.

“Oh fuck,” he says, anticipation forcing him to nearly tremble before me as my finger slips all the way into his ass.

He clenches around me for a moment as his cock throbs, and I curl my finger up, easily finding his prostate. I’ve never fingered a guy before, but it’s not rocket science, and I know what I like, so I decide to just do that.

“Shit,” he exhales roughly.

My head bobs in a steady rhythm before I release him for a moment, continuing to pump my finger in and out of him.

“You like that?” I ask.

“I never want you to stop.” Liam sighs as he shakes his head and rests the back of it against the shower.

“I’m never gonna stop. This asshole is mine, you hear me? I’ll lick it, finger it, or fuck it anytime I goddamn please.”

His eyes spring open at that, head whipping down to me.

“Where do I sign up?” He laughs, pulling a chuckle out of me as well.

“Just be my good boy. Can you do that for me?” I ask.

His cock jerks, and he nods his head quickly as I smirk, sucking him back into my mouth as I increase the pace of my finger.

I focus on his prostate, working it as hard as I work Skyla’s g-spot as I pull back enough to speak.

“You’re mine, alright? Mine and Skyla’s. I won’t share you with anyone, so you can fucking forget it.”

Liam moans incoherently as I work him over faster, pushing his cock to the back of my throat as I swirl my tongue around his head one more time. One more press against him is all he needs to let go.

His cum hits my tongue, warm and slightly salty. I’m not sure what to think of it at first, but I swallow it down all the same. More cum hits my tongue, and I don’t mind it as much. I kind of like it, actually. Or at least I like the face that Liam makes when I swallow it.

When his orgasm has passed, I slowly pull my finger out before releasing his cock and standing up. We stare at each other for a moment before I move backwards, stepping back into the spray of the now tepid water as I turn around and finish showering.

Liam doesn’t move for several seconds before he comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he rests his cheek against my back. His lips move slowly as he speaks, his hold on me loose like he’s giving me the choice to push him away.

“Did you mean that?”

“Mean what?” I rasp.

“That I’m yours. That you’ll never stop. That you…want me too.”

I roll my lips together as I stare up at the ceiling. I don’t know what to say. Yes? Maybe? I don’t know. It’s complicated. I mean, we’re already sharing my wife. Now I’m supposed to go to my wife and ask if it’s okay that I fuck her boyfriend? Then again, I already know what her answer will be. This whole mess started at her insistence in the first place.

I feel Liam’s hands begin to unwind from me, and I panic, spinning around to face him as I stop him. I force his arms to stay around me, and a look of confusion passes across his face. Leaning forward, I press my lips to his, lifting my hands to cradle his face. It’s not a kiss of passion and wild abandon. It’s not a carnal craving where I’m savagely dominating him. It’s tender, soft, and I hope to God it conveys everything my words can’t.

When we pull apart, I keep my hold on his face as I look into his eyes and speak.

“Yes.”