I had never donethis before. Held something so precious to me and greedily taken it with such ferocity or intimacy. With such trust.
But my Little Beast beneath me was clear in expressing what he desired, and I was the lucky sonofabitch who was going to give it to him.
So, I licked.
I licked the underside of his gorgeous dick, savoring the flavor of him. I kissed the spot where glorious thigh became glorious ass. I ran my mouth over every part of Liem I could find, and by the time he squirmed in a way that suggested he was close to pleading, I took mercy on him.
His wishes were law. I wouldn’t make him beg.
I tapped the insides of his thighs to communicate for him to keep them open before smoothing my hands down to his ass. I spread his cheeks, my breath catching at the sight of his opening.
A minor case of stage fright filled me, and I panicked that I wouldn’t make this as good as I’d hoped—until I remembered all the facets of who I held in my hands.
He was my teacher first, and I remembered his lessons.
I inhaled slowly, then dropped my shoulders and unclenched my jaw on the exhale.
And then I licked him again. I licked and I savored, straight up his exposed crease and over his hole.
“Cody,”Liem gasped, writhing beneath me.
My hands instinctively clenched on his cheeks, spreading him wider as I tongued over his rim, again and again, the moans in my throat trapped as I devoured him.
I wasn’t sure how long I stayed between Liem’s legs like that, but forever wouldn’t have been long enough. But eventually, that same kind of writhing started again, and I opened my eyes, finding his tattooed fingers clenching the quilt.
He was desperate.
I was desperate.
And when I speared my tongue inside him, I was dead.
Gone.
Ascended to a new plane of existence.
The moan didn’t so much finally escape me as tore from me as I pulsed my tongue inside Liem. I faintly registered the sound of his encouragements enough to take me further into paradise. My hips, which had been rocking into the bed beneath me without my notice, upped their pace as I did the same, laving and spearing Liem’s opening with quicker, firmer strokes.
Liem clenched his fist and punched the bed forcefully, startling me enough that I laughed against him, which in turn drew a full-body shudder from him.
“I’m dying,”he moaned wantonly from above me, mesmerizing in his desperation.
Taking a breather, I nuzzled into his thigh for just a second as I reached for the lube that I’d placed on the bed earlier.
Smartest thing I’d done in years.
After slicking my fingers, I sat on my heels and applied the faintest pressure to his fluttering hole. I flicked my gaze up to Liem’s face, checking for any signs of discomfort. His glazed eyes met mine, and he smiled softly, so sweetly and so at odds with the coiled tension in his body that my heart felt like it was trying to leap from my chest.
He trusted me with his body, and there was no greater gift.
With our gazes still locked, I returned his smile slowly and pushed my index finger inside him.
My teeth grazed my bottom lip and my hips bucked air at the tight warmth as I pressed in a little further, and then I curled my finger experimentally. When Liem’s hips shot off the bed, his back in a full arch, I knew I’d found that spot inside him. The spot I was going to become best friends with.
Sorry, Bree.
Shoving all thoughts of her out the door and barricading it shut, I withdrew my finger and pumped it inside Liem again, over and over, memorizing the spot that made his eyes clench shut and his pulse throb in his neck.
I added a second finger, cautiously at first, but he opened beautifully and let me in, the glide of my fingers in his hole utter perfection.
