They certainly felt less like failures now.
“Dezi,”Liem rasped as his deft, gorgeous fingers dug into my neck.
I loved and hated when he called me Dezi, never knowing if that was who I was or who I wanted to be, but all that mattered now was that I was the person who had him.
Sliding my hands up the front of his thighs and then around his hips, I grabbed his tight ass in both hands and moaned loudly around his dick at the feel of him perfectly filling my palms. I squeezed him as I took a long, luxurious suck.
Then I held firmly on, his tight ass as perfect as I’d suspected, as I pulled my mouth back all the way to his tip. I looked up at him through my lashes then, catching my breath through my nose as I sucked on the tip and then rubbed my tongue along his head, tasting the precum that pooled there. As soon as I locked onto his pitch-black gaze, I smiled around his dick and then used my firm grip on his ass to pull him forward, slamming him back into my mouth.
His eyes fluttered shut and his mouth dropped open, the image so beautiful and erotic from my view below that my own dick grew painfully hard behind my zipper. I squeezed his ass affectionately with both hands again before removing one of them so I could pull my zipper down and free myself from the painful restriction. I hummed in satisfaction once I was released, and Liem squirmed and whined deliciously in answer.
I thought about taking myself in hand but held back, not wanting to take away any focus from Liem’s pleasure.
There was a faint popping sound as I slid my mouth off Liem and trailed kisses down the taut, soft skin of his dick. I gripped the back of his knee with the hand I’d just removed from his ass, desperate to put my hands on every inch of him.
But there was no time.
We were in public, and as much as I wished to do the opposite, I needed to speed this along.
I pressed a kiss to his tip and licked the new drop of precum that appeared there and eyed his beautiful body as I licked my lips obscenely. Then, without warning, I took him to the back of my throat again, pulling him into me with the hand still on his ass. Liem grabbed onto my hair and bucked his hips forward, and I moaned around him in encouragement.
I wanted him to use me. To wreck me in a way that I could trust would end with him putting me back together.
Just as he already had.
Performing a quick calculation beyond what I should’ve been capable of in current circumstances, I deduced that the hand gripping the back of Liem’s knee was clean.
And a quick detour from his glorious dick to suck on the tip of my index finger confirmed it.
Liem’s muffled string of curses—so unlike him—as he caught sight of what I was doing spurred me on, and I took him in my mouth again. I resumed the rhythm and routine of retreating to his tip and then pulling him back forward in my mouth—Liem assisting by bucking his hips forward in time—for several more strokes before I put my finger in my mouth again, right alongside his length. Once it was sufficiently wet, I brought it to the crease of his ass.
From beneath.
My knuckles grazed over his balls, and I brushed them affectionately with my thumb before sliding my finger to his hole.
I’d barely danced over the rim before Liem rose on his toes and yelled in warning, “Cody.”
Fucking delicious, the way he said my name. He must be close.
I rested my finger over his opening as Liem’s glorious body tensed and contracted. His eyes were heavy-lidded and zeroed in on where I had him deep in my mouth as he spilled into me in burst after burst, his body convulsing, his abs contracting, as he finished.
His body relaxed enough for him to sink back onto the heels of his boots, which made my finger slide along his hole, drawing a shudder from him as he clenched my neck.
Flushed all over, the smile on his face both lazy and elated, he let go and took a small step backward, regarding me from above. My hands slid down the sides of his legs with the movement, andI gripped his shins affectionately before letting go, my own chest heaving as if I’d run a marathon.
And then I met his gaze—letting him see the challenge and utter bliss in mine—and swallowed heavily. “You,” I said, a bit hoarse, “taste delicious.”
He convulsed again, his previously spent dick growing half hard in front of me.
His shirt was still pushed above his chest, the lines of paint across his abdomen on full display. What a fucking sight he was.
“You are so beautiful,” I rasped, then shifted to the side, relieving the pressure on my knees. The smears of paint had already started to dry on the back of my neck, and they crinkled when I tipped my chin up toward him.
Liem fell to his knees beside me, lithe as a cat, and smoothed his tattooed hand over his stomach. “Please, Cody.”
His eyes flicked down to my freed erection, and I understood, but I didn’t believe.
My luck. Mylife.
