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Chapter 26

Liam

I hadn’t bothered turning the light on when I carried Brodie into the room, and when the dark cloud rolled in, it brought snow with it. Brodie looked at it through his wall of windows, his eyes softening at the sight.

With his head turned, he gave me access to his throat. I swooped in and kissed his jaw, then down lower, over his pulse. My eyes shut and I drank in every raspy breath he took. Not removing our pants was a glaring oversight, but I wanted to drag this out and it would be over all too soon if I got naked.

Brodie was meant to be cherished. He was a gift from the universe and my throat closed when I thought of how I’d nearly squandered it. If I had to, I would spend the rest of my life making it up to him.

Brodie’s head turned and he captured my mouth in a searing kiss. We were all tongue and breath and want. His hands slid down my sides, carving trails of heat on my skin. Then he was shoving my pants down exposing my ass. His touch grew more hesitant the closer he got to my crease.

“It’s okay,” I told him, breathing heavily, rocking my erection against his.

“Can we flip tonight?”

I pulled back and smiled down at him, hoping how feral he made me showed in my grin. “You want to have your cake and eat it too? That can be arranged.”

Our next kiss was softer, slower. He let me lead it. Every little sound he made had my cock twitching. I wasn’t sure which way I wanted it first, but I knew I wanted my mouth on him.

His throat was flushed and hot under my mouth. I kissed my way down his body, stopping at his clavicles to trace them with my tongue. Brodie writhed and gasped underneath me. Every so often his fingers ran through my hair and I trembled at the loving touch.

Sex with Brodie had always been explosive. Fun. Equal parts tender and exciting. But tonight there was an extra layer in there underneath the surface, a deep, unrelenting affection blooming. Everything I felt for him poured into every kiss. Every touch. I flayed myself open and gave my all to him, and when our eyes met, I knew he was going through something similarly profound.

I kissed lower, earning a laugh when I got too near his ticklish belly button.

“Sorry, I forgot,” I lied, but he didn’t call me out on it. His fingers merely raked through my hair again, scratching my scalp in a way that drove me wild. I wanted him to scratch me all over, mark me as his. But all in due time. Right now I wanted—needed—to get my mouth on him.

I popped the button of his jeans and he braced himself on his elbows, lifting his hips, allowing me to tug his pants down to mid-thigh, taking his tight briefs with them. His cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach. I looked up at him and grinned.

“Someone’s eager.”

Brodie huffed out a laugh and flopped down. “Someone has been teasing me.”

Leaning in, I skimmed my nose up along the crease where his thigh joined his body. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, letting my breath ghost over his flesh.

Brodie laughed again, but it choked off when I flicked my tongue against the head of his cock. I did it again, just to watch his cock twitch, seeking out the warmth of my mouth.

“Remember, turnabout is fair play,” Brodie warned as if I would mind being teased and tormented by him.

“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.”

Whatever response he might have given disappeared when I licked a trail up the underside of his cock, my tongue sliding along the thick vein that ran from root to tip. He hissed a breath when I took the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. My palms skated up his body toward his nipples. Each bud was hard under my touch and I toyed with them, loving the way he writhed against the sensation.

Slowly, I took him in my mouth. Farther. Deeper. I played with him, taking him almost all the way in before backing off. Panting and moaning, Brodie pulled at my hair and more than once he gripped my scalp. I loved the slight bite of not-quite-pain. The discomfort made everything seem urgent and sharply edged.

I wanted him first. First and last and always. My brain spun with promises I wanted to make him. Things I wanted to give him. I was being overloaded with dreams and desires, but the most insistent of them had me releasing his cock. I tore his pants the rest of the way off of him and tossed them aside. I slid my hands under his thighs and rolled him up, lifting his ass off the bed.

“Wha—” Brodie’s word stopped when I dove between his cheeks and licked him from hole to balls and back again. “Holy fucking shit,” rushed out of his mouth like it was all one word.

He tasted like musk and skin. Like salt and soap and mine. Brodie reached for his cock and gave it a couple of tugs before releasing it.

“Motherfucker, that feels amazing.” Brodie reached down and, without being asked, spread his cheeks for me.

I took the hint and buried my face deeper. I pinned his legs in place with my arms and fucked his hole with my tongue, loosening him, stretching and softening him. The sounds he made were outrageous.

He thrashed when I added a finger to the mix. I teased him open slowly, kissing and licking and gently stretching with my tongue and my finger working together. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last once I was inside him.

Brodie was keening, moaning, practically sobbing by the time I pulled back. My face was wet with my own saliva and I wiped it with my hand, then wiped my hand on the bed. I wriggled the rest of the way out of my pants, cursing myself for not getting fully naked to begin with. But the short breather gave my dick half a minute to calm down, so maybe I’d last more than three pumps.

While I fought to get my pants off my ankles, Brodie made a grab for the lube. He squirted a generous amount on his fingers. Our gazes held while he plunged two fingers deep into his ass. They sawed in and out of him and when he tried to pull them all the way out, I reached down and put my hand over his, pressing his fingers in harder and deeper.

“Li—fuck. You’re so mean.” Brodie’s face was almost as red as his angry-looking cock. Desperation poured off him in waves. “Please.”

I moved closer, lining my cock up with my other hand. I released him from my grip and his fingers slid out of his ass, replaced immediately with my cock. Tilting his head back, a moan tore out of him, bouncing off the glass wall and back at us, a feedback loop of pleasure.

Brodie was hot and tight. My fingers bit into his flesh. I rolled him up, pressing his knees closer to his chest, raising his ass so I could get a better angle. I held my breath when I started moving. Fuck. His ass felt incredible wrapped around my cock. I couldn’t get enough of him. The angle was awkward, but I leaned down and slammed my mouth over his. Teeth clacked and breaths shuddered as my hips started to jerk, fucking him deeper with every thrust.

Hands tugged at my hair, then pushed at my shoulders. I eased back, slowing my pace.

“Did I hurt you?” I searched his face for any sign of distress and found only bliss looking back at me.

“I was going to come.”

“Too soon.”

“Let me fuck you.” Brodie tugged me back down into a kiss. His tongue flicked into my mouth, dancing with mine. Our breaths mingled and when I was thoroughly ruined, light-headed enough to float up to the ceiling, Brodie pulled away.

“How do you want me?”

“Ride me. I want you to fuck yourself on my cock. I want you to use me to make yourself come. I want to watch you.”

God. His words drove me insane. The suggestion made my dick twitch. I pulled out of him and took a moment to lube his cock. When I straddled him a moment later, his eyes went wide.

“What are you doing?” Brodie asked as I reached back and lined him up with my hole.

“I want to feel you. All of you. For days and days and days and when I can’t feel you anymore, I want to do this again.” I took a breath and pressed down, letting his cock push upward and breach my hole. That first inch brought with it a terrible burn that made me hiss and bite my lip.

Brodie reached for my cock and gave it a stroke. He toyed with the head, the slit, the bead of precum that leaked out even as the bite of discomfort made my dick slightly softer.

The next inch was better. I’d done a good job of lubing Brodie’s dick and it helped to ease the way. But each inch felt better than the last. The burn that started out as almost unbearable had softened into a warmth that spread through my body. By the time I had all of Brodie inside me, my breath was coming out in reedy pants.

Bracing myself on his chest with both hands, I let my head drop forward and I took a long, slow inhale. Brodie’s hand slid up my thighs and he gripped my ass. Pulling me forward, he rocked up into me, pressing in even deeper.

My cock throbbed with need. My balls had a pulse of their own. My whole body felt like it wanted to come. I rocked back and forth, using my arms to hold myself up when all I wanted do was collapse into his arms and let him fuck me until I cried. I was so fucking close and I rode the ragged edge for longer than I thought possible. My orgasm seemed to build and build and build with no sign of actually erupting.

I swiveled my hips in a circular motion, groaning at the way it made his cock feel like it was the only thing left inside my body. It was everywhere. He was everywhere. God, I was so fucking close.

Brodie groaned and my cock leaked, dripping precum on his stomach. His hands tightened on my ass and then I was rocking faster, harder, chasing a sensation that I couldn’t catch alone.

“Brodie, please.” I heard my broken voice beg him. He reached for me, tugged me down into a kiss. One hand held my hair in a tight grip, the other wrapped around me and dug into my flesh. Then Brodie bent his legs and placed his feet flat on the mattress and fucked up into me hard and fast.

I clung to him, buried my face in the crook of his neck and tasted his skin while he ravaged my body. His hands were everywhere. Holding me. Touching me. Soothing me, spreading me open. My hands dug into the bedding and I clutched fistfuls of it. And then everything exploded. My release hit me like a lightning bolt. Everything flashed hot and white. After a moment, I became aware that the desperate keening sound was coming from me, but I couldn’t silence myself if my life depended on it.

The skin where our bodies touched grew sticky with my release then Brodie’s arms tightened around me and his pace increased. His breathing was harsh in my ear and I twisted my head away from the sensation that was too much for my body. Brodie saw the opportunity to kiss me and slanted our mouths together.

We came down from our high that way. Sticky and trembling and unable to stop kissing to come up for air. When we finally did manage to stop, he was still half hard and inside me, but his cum had started to leak out of my hole. Brodie reached back and I felt fingers brush over the tender place were our bodies joined.

He kissed the corner of my mouth and said nothing as I eased forward, letting his cock slip out of my ass. I collapsed next to him. I flung an arm over his chest and tangled one of my legs with his. We were sticky and sweaty, and we’d suffer later if we let our mess dry on our skin, but neither of us was in a hurry to move.