He’s a god. A literal god. And he’s on his knees for me in his bed like I’m the one in power. It’s a potent fucking feeling. Adrenaline thrums just beneath my too tight skin as I’m overcome with need for this man.
“If I fuck you, I’m going to want more,” I tell him, my fingers already dragging my zipper down. “I’ll want to fuck you again and again like you belong to me.”
Liam’s expression remains blank. Almostcold. But it’s in the burn of his deep brown eyes how much he wants this. How much he wantsme.
“Then fuck me, Beau,” he says darkly.
Swallowing, my hands shake with nerves, anticipation, and heady lust as I step out of my jeans and boxers.
His cock twitches. I give my own a few strokes for show, sinking a tooth into my bottom lip.
I want to make him feel good. I want to etch myself in his fucking soul so he carries me with him into the afterlife.
Climbing onto the bed, I bring our bodies together. We’re skin-on-skin. Chests and cocks and thighs pressed together.
I settle my hands on either side of his face.
“Beau,” he murmurs, body tensing.
I realize in that moment just how hard this is for him. How much he’s struggling to give up control.
“Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“I'm gonna make you feel good. I promise."
His chest heaves against mine, and then he pushes out a deep breath before meeting my lips in a tender kiss.
We work up to tongues and teeth and wandering touches. Liam’s dark eyes glint as they drop to watch my hand stroke over both of our erections.
After a few more slow kisses, I smooth a hand down to his ass and squeeze it, marveling at the strength in every inch of his body.
He rumbles with a growl when I sneak my fingers between his cheeks, stroking them against his hole.
“Mine,” I say with a grin.
“For today.”
Reaching over to his nightstand, I grab the bottle of lube and slick up my fingers. When I position my body behind his, his muscles tense up again.
“Liam, have you done this before?”
“I have.”
I frown. “But you don’t enjoy it.”
“Did I say that?” He reaches back to grab my hand and slips it between his cheeks. “I enjoy whatever brings my partner pleasure. I get off when you get off, Beau.”
Does he ever stop thinking about others?
Circling my lubed fingers around his hole, I take my time stretching him. I don’t want him to have any regrets. Liam is trusting me with his body. If he decides he doesn’t like something, then we stop.
I run my other hand over his shoulders. Along his scarred ribs. Down to the dimples in his lower back. Only when I’ve got three fingers sunkinto his ass do I remove them and nudge my crown against his prepped hole.
“Tell me if I do something wrong. If you don’t like—”
Liam braces his hands on the headboard. “Hurry the fuck up, Beau.”
