“That you do, trouble.” His hand dips under my waistband to grip my erection.
I drop my head back and shut my eyes. “That feels good.”
Giving me a few more slow, decadent strokes, he tugs at my pants. “Ass up. Tired of waiting. Your pretty, pierced cock belongsin my mouth.”
I buck up fast enough to have him grinning. He drags my sweats down to mid-thigh, and a touch of nerves hits me at the thought that this man could have anyone he wants. He has Stasi, for god’s sake. Why would he want a failing musician with an aversion to the gym?
“Shirt, too,” Liam orders. “You’re too fucking sexy to be covered up.”
“You first. Want to see you.”
Liam raises a brow, and my heart stumbles over a beat, imagining him bending me over his desk and smacking a palm to my bare ass.
Yeah. I might be into that.
After he pulls off his shirt, I clumsily remove mine. As I lean back in the chair again, he stares down hungrily at the shine of precum leaking from my slit. I bite my lip, squirming as he lowers his head to lick it up. He runs his tongue slowly along my shaft before he sucks me into his mouth.
Chaotic words tumble out of me. Demands. Praises. Curses. I’m not even aware of everything I’m saying, only that he’s sucking my dick like he doesn’t have a gag reflex.
“Gonna come,” I say through gritted teeth.
Liam hums around my cock, and I explode, pulsing into his mouth with several unhinged groans. He doesn’t waste a drop. He swallows what I have to give him, leaving me boneless and breathing heavily.
Sitting back on his heels, Liam’s dark eyes glint. I’ve never seen anyone so poised after a blow job. He gracefully rises, brushing his fingers along my jaw.
He could ask me for the world, and I’d do everything in my power to give it to him.
“Let me do you,” I beg.
His hand moves to his belt buckle and unhooks it. “You’ve got ten minutes until staff show up.”
I grin, licking my lips. “Love me a good challenge.”
twenty-three
Liam
Time passes in perfect rhythm.
Beau rides to work with me so I can make sure he comes home at a reasonable time with his newfound fixation on perfecting his song. Stas comes over Friday nights to spend the weekend with us. Saturday mornings she and Beau head off to her morning yoga class, and I meet them for brunch with Ryan and the others.
When Sunday evenings roll around, I struggle more and more to let Stas go home.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand for the third time. Sighing, I roll over to grab it and read the message from Hail.
Are you coming???
He’d sprung a last minute pool party on us an hour after he’d arrived home from his latest tour with his boyfriend in tow. I’m not one for social events, but Iameager to check up on Z. It’s been months since I’ve seen the soft-spoken, broken boy.
A warm hand runs up my arm, coaxing me toward the man lying beside me. Though he hasn’t opened his eyes, Beau’s got a sleepy smile on his face.
He spider walks his fingers over to my chest and then down to my abs, chuckling as the ridge in my sweatpants jerks. I grab his wrist before his hand dips below my waistband.
“We have a pool party to get to,” I remind him.
Beau groans and flips onto his stomach. “Or we could go back to sleep.”
“Stas is already there.”
