17. Liam

Liam

Chapter seventeen

The day had completely flipped over from this morning.

Ollie grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. Going bare wasn’t something I did with anyone. The guys I slept with were one-night stands, but I’d definitely had a lot of filthy fantasies revolving around it. Of being fucked and filled and staying that way for as long as possible.

And it was fitting that the only person I’d be doing that with was the guy I’d gotten boners over for years when we crashed at each other’s houses in high school. The one who’d brought a six-pack of Victory beer when I had a rough patch, and we’d game for hours until the issues drifted away. The guy who’d sent me pictures of the birds he spotted every single day, just because.

Ollie had always been the closest person in my life, but the moment we’d unlocked the door on more…goddamn, this was better than any fantasy I’d ever entertained.

When he nudged open the door the rest of the way and whisked me into his room, I was transported back to the ease and comfort of this morning. Ollie was always a source of warmth and happiness, so open and earnest compared to my closed-off, curmudgeonly self.

“Holy hell, I need to be inside you.” He stepped toward the bed. “Though I wouldn’t mind the reverse in the future. If you’re open to it.”

I licked my lips. While I had my preferences, I’d be happy to give him the experience. “As long as you’re aware I’m the slutty bottom in this relationship.”

“Oh, trust me, there’s no way you could stop me from fucking that sweet ass of yours.”

“The romantic things you say.”

“You want romance?” Ollie said, grabbing me by the hips so we were standing flush against each other. “Loving you is as easy as breathing, Liam Kelly, and I don’t know how I missed this connection for all these years.”

I placed a palm over his heart, the steady thump, thump, thump soothing. “I think a part of me was always waiting, even if I didn’t want to acknowledge it.”

“Well, now that the wait’s over, you’ve got me for as long as you’ll keep me,” he said, those soft brown eyes fixed on me.

Forever was on my tongue, but it felt too immense to say it. His lips quirked with his grin, his gaze knowing, and I could tell he understood regardless.

“But right now, I’d love to suck your cock.” I licked my lips.

“Only if I get to sink inside you after.” He arched his brows with the sinful wickedness he displayed in the bedroom. Outside of it, the man was bright and captivating, but in private? Goddamn, all the heat and energy concentrated on said target—me.

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I said, dropping to my knees beside his bed.

The jangle of Ollie’s belt traveled to my cock, a zing I couldn’t deny. I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out and looked up. God, I loved the view. Ollie’s T-shirt stretched tight over his shoulders and barrel chest, and I wanted to bury my face in his neatly trimmed beard. He stared at me with the sort of heat that rushed through my whole body, which vibrated with need.

He pushed his boxer briefs to his thighs and ran a hand along his prominent erection. I’d already memorized the heft of it, the feel, the taste in our first encounter, and saliva pooled in my mouth at the thought of blowing him.

“God, you look so fucking hot on your knees,” Ollie said. “Come on, baby, suck me down.”

I all but lunged for his cock.

I wrapped my hand around the base and guided the tip into my mouth, the salty burst of his pre-cum on my tongue. His cock felt like velvet and filled me in the best damn way as I closed my lips around his length. Once I’d gotten a few inches in, I began to suck, getting it nice and wet. The saliva eased the glide as I took more and more of him until he was halfway down my throat. Ollie gave slight thrusts of his hips, and I relaxed my throat to let him use me.

A loud moan ripped through the air, and Ollie’s fingers threaded through my hair, finding a tight grip I loved. I bobbed up and down on his cock, saliva pooling around my mouth, dripping to the floor. I could suck on him forever and never get tired. The weight, the thickness, how it made me feel possessed, claimed—hell, I could fall asleep with his cock in my mouth and be blissfully happy.

I continued to suck on his cock, loving the sting as he tugged my hair a little tighter, as he fucked into my mouth a little harder. My eyes fluttered shut, and I floated along the blissful sensations.

“Your mouth is too fucking good, baby,” Ollie said, his voice ragged. “I’m going to come if we keep this up.”

He yanked me back by the hair, and a sound of protest escaped me as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“Strip for me,” he said, delivering the order like he was born for it. For such an easygoing guy outside the bedroom, he was so fucking commanding here. Better than my wildest daydreams.

I wiped at the spit around my mouth and dragged the shirt of his I still wore over my head, followed by dropping the pants. I hadn’t bothered with underwear, which served me perfectly now.

“On the bed, baby,” Ollie said, giving me a long, lascivious once-over while he shucked his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. “Grab the lube and work yourself open for me.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. God, bossy Ollie was so damn hot. My cock throbbed with neediness after having his length in my mouth, and I absently palmed it.

I snagged the bottle of lube from the nightstand and spread myself out on his bed, the rumpled sheets beneath me still smelling like us. I widened my legs and clicked the bottle of lube open, then squirted some onto my fingers. Ollie ripped his shirt off, and the furious blaze of lust in his gaze made me hot all over. I smeared lube around my hole, getting my fingers nice and slick before slowly plunging two inside.

“Nngh,” I moaned as I began to pump my fingers.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me,” Ollie said, his voice wrecked and hoarse. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life, Liam.” He approached the bed, each step deliberate, and when he climbed on top of the mattress, the creak and movement sent a jolt of anticipation through me. He was going to be inside me—no barriers between us.

As I fucked my fingers inside me, the wet schlick echoed through the room.

Ollie situated himself between my legs and skated his big palms along my hairy thighs. He dragged his thumb down the hollow of my hipbone, eliciting a shudder from me. My cock was hard and leaking, but he wasn’t paying it any mind as he brushed those callused fingers across my hips, my legs. His gaze focused solely on my fingers tunneling in and out of my hole, the lewd noises making his nostrils flare.

“You’re going to feel so good I’m never going to want to leave,” he said, grabbing the bottle of lube. He opened it with a click, and a second later, he was slicking up his cock with it. My breaths grew a little faster as I quickened the pace of fingering myself open. I needed his thick length inside me with a desperation that coasted across my skin, making it feel too tight, like I might leap out of it.

“Please,” I begged, and he nodded, dragging my hand back.

With Ollie settled between my legs, his cock inches away from my hole, a sense of the inevitable settled over me.

I was meant to be his, and he was meant to be mine.

Some part of me had always known it. Connections like this were rare and precious, and I’d hold on to ours with all my might.

Ollie brought the head of his cock to my hole, and as he entered me, the burst of feeling from skin to skin was pure electricity. I was nice and open for him, so he slid in with ease. Fuck, this was everything I’d hoped for. The slick glide of him, the velvet heat of his cock as he stretched me even farther. My eyes rolled back in my head as he bottomed out inside me, and for a moment, neither of us moved, basking in the intensity of being joined like this.

“Motherfucking hell, baby,” Ollie said as he wrapped his hands around my thighs. “You feel like sin.”

And then he began to move.

The thin layer of the condom had never seemed like a lot before, but oh god, the sensations were so much stronger without it. A loud moan ripped from me as he dragged his cock back and shoved it forward again, building up steam with the rocking of his hips. He had a tight grip on my thighs, his nails imprinting on them. Each time he snapped his hips forward, driving his cock deep inside me, he grazed across my prostate. The flare of lust over and over and over was driving me out of my mind.

I drank in his scent, metal and patchouli, and sweat beaded on my forehead and chest as he fucked me harder. My hands were splayed above me as I surrendered to the way he worked me over, rocking up to meet him with every thrust. The feel of Ollie deep inside me tugged at the connection again, the one that had snapped into place so many years ago.

This man was so much of my past, and now, he was my future.

Ollie’s breaths came out harder, a slight sheen covered his skin, and his chest hair was damp. He moved at a quicker pace, hitting my prostate more and more frequently. The pressure had started building with each stroke, and bare like we were, I felt all of him. I fucking adored it.

“You’re so damn tight, baby,” he said, his voice ragged. “You feel so damn good.”

“I want you to come inside me.” I needed it so desperately. The throb of his cock, the salt of sweat and the tang of blood from my swollen lips, the steady slap of our skin as we collided pushed me closer to the brink. This experience was raw and heady, making my mind swirl, making my whole being vibrate with the need for release, to feel his cum gush inside me.

His grip on my thighs kept me pinned in place as he drove harder inside me, each thrust vaulting me higher and higher. My moans exploded out of me, wanton and loud, mingling with his as we raced toward a finish line I never wanted to reach.

I just wanted to live in this space right now, our bodies joined, moving in unison as pleasure flooded through me with every stroke of his cock.

“Fuck, you feel too amazing.” The cords of his neck strained, and he clenched his jaw. “I’ve got to come.”

I grabbed my cock and started pumping my fist up and down it. I was so keyed up all it took was three strokes. The tension that had been coiling tighter and tighter exploded.

My balls drew up, and I came so hard I blacked out.

Hot cum splattered across my chest as pleasure flushed through me in a fierce sweep, stealing my senses. Ollie never stopped fucking me, my body rocking with his desperate thrusts. Based on the groan escaping his lips and the way his nails were biting into my thighs, he was close.

Ollie let out a deep, low sound that rumbled through me, and his cock pulsed as he came. The cum flooded inside me with a surprising heat, and my eyes rolled back in my head at how much that turned me on. I was spent as fuck, so my cock wouldn’t be rising anytime soon, but I bit my lip. Nngh. God. If he wanted to come in me every day, I’d fucking let him. Hell, I’d roll out the welcome mat and invite him in.

Ollie collapsed on top of me with a grunt, smearing my cum between our chests. His weight was heavy, and I lazily flicked him in the side.

“I’m not moving.” He leaned down and nipped at my ear.

“I do need to breathe,” I said, flicking him again. My limbs were loose and heavy after coming so hard, and I wanted to lie here in bed with him for the rest of the evening. Hell, into the night.

“Fine, I’ll move,” he said, maneuvering us onto our sides. A little thrill rose in me that he was still buried inside me, and I hoped he didn’t have any plans of pulling out anytime soon.

“You know the cum is going to crust.” I glanced at the small space between us. He drew me in closer and buried his face in my neck, something he seemed to do frequently. I loved the gesture, the closeness, and the intimacy of it every time.

“I don’t care. You walked out the door earlier, and we hadn’t discussed any of this, and I was terrified I’d screwed everything up. I can’t lose you, Liam.”

His arms were wrapped tight around me, and as much as I’d been afraid of losing myself in someone else for years, those fears didn’t even manifest around Ollie. We were so intertwined, our histories richer together, that it never mattered.

“You won’t,” I said, my voice trembling a little. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” he said, the word a bit muffled as he spoke into my neck. “Because you’re all mine now. And I’m going to spend as long as possible buried in you tonight—not only because I think you want that more than you’re going to admit, but hell, I just need to be connected like this for a while more.”

Our limbs tangled together, the room quiet apart from the steady sound of our breaths, and we were burrowed so close I felt the thump, thump, thump of his heart against mine. The truth surged within me, and unlike so many years when I’d had to keep those feelings tamped down and buried, I let it rise to my lips.

“All I’ve ever wanted was to be yours.” I closed my eyes, basking in the perfection of this moment.