When I added a third finger, his dick jumped, and I eyed it longingly.
I wanted to taste it again.
“Don’t you dare,”Liem hissed, seeing that desire on my face. He moved his hands to his thighs and spread himself even further, a challenge in his gaze. “Inside,Cody.”
I let out a shuddering breath and followed his commandment, reaching for the lube again. While I coatedmyself with one hand, I continued pumping inside him, alternating my strokes and keeping a keen watch on his expressions as I opened him, not wanting to catch even a fleeting glance of hesitance.
But none came, and he was right. I needed to be inside him. I needed to feel the clench of him as he came around me more than I needed my next breath or the heart he held in his hands. A full-body twitch overtook me as I imagined sliding in all the way, and I had to ease the pressure off my own dick, afraid of pumping the lube on too hard and ending this prematurely.
Slowing the pace of my fingers, I gripped myself hard at the base and inched forward on my knees. “Are you ready, Liem?”
“Yes,” he answered instantly and without reservation.
He lifted his hips in an invitation that I took, removing my fingers before I guided my slickened, aching dick to his opening. I bit my tongue hard, clenching my own ass as I guided myself inside.
I slid in an inch and had to pause as I gasped, “Ohfuck,”under my breath. And then I slipped in a little more and repeated it, again and again, the further I slid inside him. Clenching my jaw against the pleasure that was trying to murder me, I glanced up at Liem, who was propped up on his elbows now, his eyes rapt on where we were joined, that little braid in his hair completely askew. Ruined.
“Breathe with me, Cody,” he instructed quietly as he raised his eyes to mine. “Together.”
The irony that he was telling me to breathe when I was the one breaching his hole was not lost on me, but I complied, filling my chest with air as his did the same, and we breathed in perfect symphony. He rounded his lips to show that he was starting the exhale, and as I joined him, the minx dug his foot into my ass and pushed, taking me inside him to the hilt.
I tried to gasp, but no sound came from my mouth at all. Once my silent scream faded, my gaze fell on Liem accusingly, but he just dug his heel into my ass again and smiled in pleasure as he circled his hips in a way that had my eyes rolling back in my head. “Oh, fuck,” I repeated for what had to be the hundredth time, my eyes shut as I chased sensation.
My little beast. Never behaving as anticipated.
Once I was sure I wouldn’t come the moment I moved, I eased myself out of him all the way to the tip and then rocked back into him.
My head fell forward, my neck unwilling to support it any longer. I had never,neverfelt something this good.
He fell back onto the bed then, the change in angle making me hiss as electricity shot up my spine. I gripped the insides of his knees and pushed them open further, and a moment later, his hands covered my own, supporting me in the effort.
Pitching my hips forward, I thrust into him in shallow strokes, experimenting with how we fit together, what angles created that blissed-out look crossing his face.
My gaze traveled from his hands holding mine, down the flex of his thighs, and then to where I slid in and out of him with longer and deeper strokes with each repetition.
The squeak of the bedframe was so stereotypical that I would have laughed if I’d been capable of it. My gaze stayed fixed on the glide in and out of his hole for several moments, and on the next thrust forward, he clenched around me, and I nearly collapsed onto him, my legs no longer wanting to support me.
“Cody.This is…,” Liem whispered beneath me, not finding adequate words to finish his statement.
“I know,” I said simply, tearing my gaze from where I entered him, taking the long way up to his face. He was still holding himself open with me, which couldn’t have been comfortable, so I eased his hands off his legs and settled them on my shoulders.“Hold me here,” I said, carefully shifting my position so I was lying on top of him, my knees thanking me for the change.
They’d had a big day.
I pressed one hand under his knee and lifted it toward him and braced my other beside his head, bending at my elbow to take his lips. I kissed him long and deep, pouring every feeling I’d ever had, good and bad, into it and letting him share it. He met me stroke for stroke until my body screamed to move, and I pulled back. And pushed his leg toward him.
He was so beautifully flexible, and that fact surprised me exactly not at all.
I recaptured his gaze, and once I confirmed that only desire looked back at me, I started to move again, and harder.
Nothing more was said between us as I pistoned inside him, and with a little bit of experimenting, found that spot again in our next position. His nails bit into my shoulders and then moved to my neck, pressing into the place that I considered entirely his. I pumped my hips and rocked against him, my breaths frantic as my nerve endings became little more than static.
Liem’s pupils were completely blown, the pressure on my neck mounting as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
“Cody,” he nearly yelled, but then more quietly, he added, “Go with me.”
I would. I slid inside him with one, two, three more thrusts. On the third, he bore down on me, clenching me so intensely that I had to hold back a yell. I took my hand from his thigh and grasped his hardness at the base, wanting to feel every part of his release.
I was just in time.
