8. Ollie

Ollie

Chapter eight

Ijust kissed my best friend.

My forehead pressed against Liam’s. I’d reached a critical temperature with the emotions and sensations flooding through me. This was more than I’d felt in years, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d experienced the intensity of this moment. The way Liam melted against my body, how sweet he tasted, the delicious sound of his moans. My cock was rock hard, and my heart was revving.

I stroked my fingers through his blond strands, relishing the softness against my skin, how his body molded against mine. With my hand on his hip, I brought him flush against me, and the moment his erection pressed against my leg, I lit up inside again. Sure, I’d never made out with another guy, and I definitely hadn’t gotten up close and personal like this, but this wasn’t any guy.

This was Liam.

He’d always meant more to me than anyone else.

Maybe even Josie if I were riding the Honesty Rails.

“Fuck, you’ve got me so hard,” I said. Liam drew his forehead from mine and looked up at me. His eyes were wide as if he were surprised, the normal light blue of them dark like the surrounding night.

“I’ve got to be dreaming.” Liam stared at me as if he expected me to morph into a werewolf any second now.

I brushed my thumb across his plump lower lip, all spit-slicked and pretty under the moonlight. “Nope, we’re both here. Though, my god, why didn’t you tell me you could kiss like that?”

Liam shook his head. “It wouldn’t have mattered—you were with Josie. And hell, you’re straight.”

I arched a brow. “I don’t think that was very straight of me, Liam Kelly.”

He spluttered before whipping his head up to meet my gaze again. “Just like that? What sort of alternate dimension did I step into?”

“A very sexy one,” I teased, tracing my thumb across his lower lip. A whimper escaped from him, and a second later he sucked my thumb into his mouth. Pleasure shot straight to my groin at the sweet way he tugged at it, from the heat of his mouth, the softness of his tongue. Liam’s mouth felt like goddamn heaven.

“That’s not even fair,” I said. “You already made me horny, and now you’re making it worse.”

“Want me to make it better?” Liam let go of my thumb.

“Are you offering what I think you are?” My heart thumped so hard it deafened any other noise. We moved at the speed of light, probably way too fast, and I was pretty sure getting involved right after finding out I was getting a divorce wasn’t the smartest move. But I’d never been called a genius, and hell, Liam felt right when nothing else in my life did.

“I’m dead serious,” Liam said, his voice earnest in a way that had me reeling.

I cast a quick glance at the parking lot, which was in full view. If anyone pulled up, we’d be fucked, and not in the fun way. “Come here.” I laced my fingers through his and tugged us farther along the trail, twigs crunching underfoot. Liam stumbled to follow, but we made quick work of putting some distance so we were out of sight. I found a spot where the trees dipped out a little more, and swung around the trunk, bringing Liam with me.

I didn’t hesitate, just dragged him up toward my chest again and claimed his mouth. Fuck, he tasted so sweet, so damn addictive. His lips were soft, and even the scrape of his stubble against mine sent shocks of pleasure through me. Liam’s body was different from the women I’d slept with in the past, but I was just as turned on—if not more, like I had an emotional boner.

The way he kissed me, the power in his movements, how he whimpered and moaned when I took control was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

“Okay, okay,” Liam said, pulling away, his voice a little breathless. “Keep making out with me, and I’m going to come in my pants.”

“That sounds like a challenge.” I reached for his hips to draw him back in.

“I’d rather come while my mouth’s stuffed full of your cock.”

Holy hell, this man was nuclear-level hot.

I licked my lips, temporarily speechless, then nodded. “Yes, that.” I pulled the zipper down on my coverall, then unbuttoned my pants, well aware of the way Liam’s gaze fixated on my movements. His breath came out a little choppier as I pushed down my boxer briefs and pulled out my cock. Pre-cum beaded on the tip, and Liam’s eyes flared, the look of hunger in his gaze deadly sexy.

“All right, babe,” I said, leaning against the trunk of the tree. “On your knees.”

His lashes fluttered as he sank down with a mesmerizing grace. Liam looked thoroughly debauched when all we’d done was kiss. Those lips of his were tantalizing as fuck, and it was too easy to recall the many times he had them wrapped around a pen, a spoon, whatever he could find to suck on. His blond strands were messy across his forehead, and his clothing was rumpled in a way that screamed of sex. And hell, I wanted so much more than a blow job in the woods with this man.

But that could come later.

I stroked the length of my cock. “Come on, baby.” I cupped the side of his face. “Let’s fill your pretty mouth.”

I guided his open mouth toward my cock, but I was wholly unprepared for the moment he engulfed the tip in his warm heat. My knees weakened from the powerful sensation as he drew more of my cock in, the feeling fucking divine. As he took me in all the way with ease, I swore low. The bark of the tree was rough against my back as I leaned harder against it to remain upright.

I’d had plenty of blow jobs before, but nothing compared to how Liam deep throated me on first attempt, like he needed my cock more than his next breath. My chest heaved. I wanted to bask in this, to lose myself in how good he felt, to just move. I threaded my fingers through Liam’s blond strands, sure I’d never be able to think of them the same way, and gripped tight as I began to shift my hips, pulling out and sliding back in. Liam’s moan vibrated against my cock, and hell, the sight of him, cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, those pink lips straining against my girth—slay me now.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I pushed forward, sinking down his throat, and he gagged a little, saliva dripping from his mouth. His lashes fluttered, those pretty eyes glossed over as he bobbed up and down on my cock. He didn’t stop moving as he reached down, and an audible shink of a zipper echoed through the stark air. The nighttime sounds faded out around me, and waves of pleasure swept through me with such an intensity I couldn’t focus on anything more than fucking my length into Liam’s sweet mouth.

Beads of sweat prickled on my forehead, and my balls drew up, threatening release, but I didn’t want to let go. The tension built and built, but I needed this. Liam’s mouth felt too damn good, and I was addicted to the whimpers he made around my girth, the sloppy sounds as I fucked his face, his enthusiasm as tears rolled down his cheeks,. My grip tightened on his hair as I rode him hard. He was so fucking sexy, and I couldn’t believe I’d never realized how hot my best friend was.

How he not only tethered me to the ground but could make me soar to the stars at the same time.

I sagged against the tree, the bark prickling against my back, and my breaths came out choppy. My balls were tightening up, and fuck, the sinful heat of his mouth, his throat squeezing my cock tight, the drool dripping from him, all of it was bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I thrust my lips a little faster, earning myself a gag from Liam, but he didn’t retreat.

I could faintly hear a rustling from by his legs, and a moment later he let out a blissed-out moan, his eyes rolling back in his head. Had he just come?

His face surrendered to pleasure did me in. All the tension unleashed, and my release slammed in. The cum burst from my cock, but Liam swallowed it all, only gagging a little, which shouldn’t have been as hot as it fucking was. My breaths came out in shattered gasps as Liam’s throat bobbed, and he finished swallowing me down. Yet he didn’t move away, as if he hadn’t gotten enough either. Liam stayed on his knees in the dirt trail, his lips wrapped around my softening cock as he stared up at me with those big blue eyes, luminous in the moonlight.

My heart all but lunged out of my chest, but I didn’t pull my cock out of his mouth. Instead, I carded my fingers through his sweaty hair, enamored with this whole new side of a guy I’d known for so long. He continued to lightly suck my flaccid cock, but the way his lashes fluttered, the absolute contentment on his features struck me down.

This, I couldn’t walk back from.

Seeing Liam in his panties had been a fascination that lit the match, but kissing him? Watching him lean against my thigh, his nose buried in my groin as he sucked my too-sensitive cock tore something open within me. I’d already cared for him with an intensity that Josie had said wasn’t normal, but this searing feeling inside bordered on obsession. It was the combination of late-night laughs we’d shared, empty whisky bottles at the bridge on this trail. It was every knocked knee, every shoulder nudge.

And now it was my fingers running through his hair and shivers coursing through my body like I was the one getting petted. The touch, the closeness so acute I could barely breathe.

The hoot of an owl shattered the quiet, and Liam drew his head back. He released my cock, and a pang of disappointment shuddered through me. To be honest, I’d fucking loved the way he’d kept my dick warmed more than I could say or even understand.

Liam wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, and I glanced down. Cum splattered across the dirt path beneath him from where he’d released. Our eyes locked, the soft vulnerability in his settling in my heart. I reached to help him up. He tugged up his pants, tucked his cock in, and zipped up, and I did the same, reassembling myself.

I wouldn’t stand for any awkwardness, though.

Instead of breaking the quiet with words I usually tended to fuck up, I bent at the knee to brace myself and scooped him into my arms. He let out a grunt. Liam wasn’t a tiny guy, but he was easy enough for me to carry. Between inheriting the big, burly genes of the Brannon family and doing manual labor my whole life, I didn’t even sweat.

“Figured your knees could use a break,” I said, riding the high of coming down his throat. Hell, the way he gripped my shoulders while I headed back toward my car, his body crushed against my chest, felt so right.

“What gave you that impression?” Liam asked, his lips quirking. The dry delivery soothed something deep inside me.

“Hmm, maybe because we’re not twenty anymore.”

The soft earth of the dirt path switched to the asphalt as I walked over the parking lot to my truck. I wanted to rub my face on Liam’s neck, where the scent of sweat and sex mingled with his spice and coriander cologne. Instead, I lowered him to the ground, but before he got in, I wrapped my hands around his waist and planted a kiss on his lips.

He let out a low moan that vibrated through me, and I slid my tongue in to deepen the kiss. Liam went boneless in my arms, and the curiosity bubbling inside me was insatiable. I wanted to feel all of him, to experience everything with him at once. Our quick moment in the woods wasn’t nearly enough. I savored the taste of him, the heat of his mouth, reveling in how that had felt around my cock. My heart lifted in my chest, buoyant as if it tried to rise to the night sky itself.

I pulled back first and flashed Liam a grin. “Let’s head to your place.”

He crooked an eyebrow, retaining his dry wit despite his swollen lips and mussed hair. “Is that you inviting yourself over?”

“Excuse me,” I said, placing a hand over my chest. “I’m a gentleman. I’m not going to just come down your throat and ditch.”

Liam’s cheeks grew a pretty red color, and I couldn’t help but brush my thumb over the heated skin.

“Goddamn, you’re pretty.”

His pupils flared, like he might go for a round two, which I wouldn’t say no to. Hell, I hadn’t even gotten to see if he was wearing panties again. Nerves percolated inside me when Liam didn’t say anything.

“I can come over, right?”

“Of course.” The softness in his tone reached right inside my chest and settled into my heart. He’d always been my person, and I couldn’t imagine that changing.

Maybe diving into kissing him and fucking him right after my divorce hadn’t been the best plan. If Liam suddenly decided we couldn’t be friends or something massive shifted… no, I couldn’t go down that path.

The sweet way he looked at me was more than I could ever have hoped for, and I felt like an idiot for not realizing earlier how special the connection between us was. How fucking thrilling it could be.

“Then let’s go.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead, walked around to the driver’s side of my truck, and turned on the engine, the tang of metal strong in here. Liam sank into the seat beside me, and his presence was a solidness I grasped on to right now. Even after seeing him in an entirely different light, he was still my best friend.

In seconds, we were on the road back toward Liam’s apartment. I didn’t bother making small talk, instead cranking up the obnoxious 80s music I liked. Liam bobbed his head to it, even though he always said he hated it, preferring his boring-as-sin jazz or swoony acoustic songs. The music pulsed through the speakers, and I threw the euphoria coursing through me into belting out the lyrics. With the windows rolled down, driving along the dark and twisty road and my person at my side, I was limitless—unending.

All too fast, the road to Liam’s place came into view, and I turned right and crept down to his, the second on the left. When I pulled in front of his rental along the side of the street, brand-new nerves prickled in my veins. I’d swung over here a thousand times over the years, but tonight, I wasn’t sure what lay in wait for me.

And the newness, the unpredictability, thrilled me a little. Whether Liam would have me sleep on the couch or if he’d invite me into his bed. My mouth dried at the thought of wrapping him in my arms and falling asleep curled up by his side. Even better if we were both stripped down like we’d been the morning after the party.

I hopped out of the car, and so did Liam, the slam of the doors shutting echoing through the air.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted,” I said. Hopefully, that would direct us toward his bed.

“Coy doesn’t suit you, Ollie,” Liam said as we walked to the front door. “Yes, we can go crash in my bed.”

I held back my fist pump, but the giddiness in my heart was everything I needed. Liam’s keys jingled as he unlocked the door. When he looked up, I sucked in a sharp breath.

A world of emotions swirled in Liam’s blue eyes—warmth, affection, trepidation, and a few I couldn’t quite name yet. The gravity of what we were about to do slammed down on me. I’d been floating on experience, throwing myself into the sensations and the thrill of Liam’s attention. My heart burst with color after having been in gray scale for so long.

I’d kissed my best friend, had my cock down his throat, and we were about to curl up in bed together. This could end in total disaster.

Yet when he stepped inside the house and beckoned me in, all I could do was follow.