Page 90 of A Thousand Cuts

Fix could make him forget.

Chapter 16

Liam

He was carried into Fix’s room like he weighed nothing, legs wrapped around his waist and arms thrown over wide shoulders. Their kiss never broke, even after Fix collided with a doorway and the edge of his bed.

He never lost focus. Stealing his breath, swallowing his moans, nipping at his lips and licking into his mouth like a man starved.

He placed him on the bed gently, like Liam was breakable. And maybe he was. Maybe he truly would shatter under Fix’s fingers, but he was willing to let that happen.

“Want you,” he whispered, Fix’s rough beard burning the soft skin around his lips. “Want you so much…”

Fix paused, kneeling above him, looking at him like he could see every cosmic atom of Liam’s soul. “Yeah?”

His deep voice was a caress in itself and Liam nodded, looking down Fix’s broad chest at the powerful thighs stretching the material of his jeans.

“Mm-hmm.” Liam bit his swollen lip, trying to calm his breathing.

“How much?” Fix asked and Liam snapped his eyes up. “Tell Daddy how much you want me?”

“I…”

“The truth, honey.” Fix’s voice was dark and commanding, and Liam let out a soft whine when it made his cock harder.

“So much it hurts. I think about you all the time. I can’t stop…”

“I love the sound of that,” Fix said, reaching down to run gentle fingers over Liam’s cheek, thumb catching on his bottom lip. Liam reflexively wet it with his tongue, watching Fix’s eyes heat as he pressed it in deeper. “Because I’m the same. You’re on my mind constantly. I can’t seem to do anything without thinking of you.”

“Daddy,” Liam whined, arching up when Fix’s hand slid down, smearing wetness over his neck and down his chest until the neckline of his shirt couldn’t stretch any further.

“Fuck, I love it when you call me that,” Fix said, reaching for the hem of Liam’s sweater and sneaking under it to touch the overheated skin that had been blocked from him. “Drives me crazy.”

Liam threw his head back at the touch; so innocent compared to what they had already done, yet still setting him on fire anyway.

“You’ll ruin me,” Liam said, closing his eyes as Fix’s hand traveled up his stomach and toward his nipples. Burning. Branding.

“I won’t. I’d never.”

“Not on purpose.” Liam gasped when he felt his nipple tweaked, a shot of intense pleasure shootting through him like a star.

“Not at all.”

Fix leaned down to lock his lips on Liam’s neck and words ceased existing. Liam arched into his touch, going willingly into his own doom.

Fix took his clothes off without Liam noticing he was doing it until he was completely naked, the chill air making his skin prickle. He watched Fix undress, his large body making Liam salivate with need.

God but he was huge. Everywhere. From his height to his arms to the massive cock bobbing hard and flushed between his thighs.

Liam wanted him fucking his mouth, gagging him. He wanted to cry and choke on his cock until Fix spilled inside him. He wanted Fix to take what he wanted from him and then give him everything he needed.

Fix settled next to him almost reverently, sneaking one arm under Liam’s neck to hold him close and splaying his other hand on his lower belly. It nearly spanned hip to hip.

He kissed and touched Liam like he was painting on silk. Gentle fingers teased small circles around his belly button before reaching under his cock and rolling his balls in his palm. He pressed against his hole and teased at the entrance.

Gentle.

Everything was gentle and Liam wanted to cry in frustration as every attempt to push down and make it harder was met with resistance.