Page 58 of Look My Way

Liam

A warm body presses to mine, hip bone digging between my cheeks. I scoot myself forward but a large arm yanks me closer until my back hits a hard chest. Warm lips kiss my ear, hair from someone’s chin brushing over my neck. This isn’t Daniel. Teeth wrap around a pinch of skin on my shoulder, slightly tugging, and I press back. The body shifts behind me, cock tip leaking over my thigh. “Morning, carino.”

Eyes opening wider, I flit my gaze to the closet mirror in front of me, and there we are together. Zavier is in bed with me. In my bed, waking up next to me with hair mused, sleep lines on his chiseled face, and slowly blinking his waking eyes. He’s seriously the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“How are you feeling?”

“I . . . okay, I think. Still tired.” I pinch myself but he doesn’t disappear. Then harder, but he’s still smiling back at me all sexy like.

“You should sleep some more, then.” His hips roll forward lightly, his hand running down the front of my belly.

“It’s hard to when you’re doing that.”

“Doing what?” His tongue snakes out, licking at the corner of my mouth, his base enveloping itself between my cheeks as he rolls forward again.

“You know what you’re doing.”

“Tell me,” he whispers, inhaling deeply when his nose buries itself in the alcove of my neck.

“You’re . . .” My words stop and start again. “Touching me and . . .” A gasp is forced from my mouth when his tip presses hard to my entrance. No barrier between us. This is how we should be. Only us and nothing else.

“And what?”

“You’re here. You woke up next to me and rubbed your cock on my hole.” I squeal as his fingers tease one of my nipples and he grinds against me, not going too far. Something explodes inside me. It’s eager and desperate. It wants so much.

“Yes, I’m here. Look at us, sweetheart.”

Eyes half-lidded I stare into the mirror, watching how our bodies tangle so closely together. I can’t tell where mine ends and his begins. His scar is a bright pink as he lifts his face more into view of the mirror, eyes darkening as he stalls behind me, cock still against my hole. It flutters, feeling touch starved.

“This is real?” My voice comes out almost too quiet. “Are you real?”

“Si. Esto es real. Don’t you feel it?” His skin presses tighter to mine, rubbing harder and faster. “Do you feel this?” He kisses my shoulder.

“Yes’” I rasp.

His hand snakes between my legs, fingers rolling over my cock head. “Este?”

“Yeah.” My lungs push out a harsh breath.

“What about this?” His thumb circles around my slit, other fingers rubbing under my base, and I push myself up in the bed.

“I do. More,” I plead, keeping my eyes as open as I can, not wanting to look away from what he’s doing to me for one second. “I want to feel you more.”

Our bodies break apart and I reach behind me, grabbing his wrist. “Don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, beautiful. I’m going to give you exactly what you want, pequeño. Just let me get a condom from my pocket.”

“No,” I shout. “I want to feel all of you. Only you. Please.” My voice tightens in my throat. “Please, Daddy.” That name comes out without a second thought.Daddy. Daddy. My Daddy.

Mine.

“Are you sure, carino?”

“Yes. I’m . . . I haven’t been with anyone in a while, and Daniel always made us use protection.”

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time either. And never penetration. Never cared to go that far.”

My chest warms. “You’ve only done that with me?”