Page 57 of Raise Me Up

“You don’t have any limits, do you?”

I scramble to pull off my shirt as he stares at me with his usual intensity. My face in the tiny little square box next to this sex god is laughable.

“Very few. Don’t care to be touched. I want to be in charge. It’s how I stay safe. Shorts off, Beau.”

I hesitate, my mouth parting at what he just shared. He doesn’t let me dig into the piece of him he just exposed.

“Are you in my bed?” he asks.

I wet my lips as I shove a hand back into my pants. “Yeah. Problem?”

Liam draws his sweatpants down those thick thighs, exposing tight black boxers that barely contain his massive erection. Anyone walking inon that thing would fall to their knees and beg to worship it. I don’t give a shit if they think they’re straight.

I prop my phone up on his nightstand, kick away the comforter and sheets, and strip off my pants.

Liam rumbles in approval. “Fist your cock for me, Beau.”

Tipping my head back, I squeeze my shaft. I make a show of running my hand up and down my length, eager to please him. The fact that someone could walk in on him has me worked up even more.

“Look at that beautiful cock. Drawer in my nightstand has lube. Slick yourself up.”

My voice comes out strained and raspy. “Want to see your dick first.”

“Cute how you think you’re in charge.”

How can he both terrify me and turn me on at the same time?

I fumble for the bottle of lube in the drawer. My eyelids shudder at the tight, slick sensation when I wrap my lubed up hand around my cock. I stroke myself slowly. Tightly. Turned on by the obscene sounds I’m creating while sprawled out in his bed.

“Play with that piercing, Beau.”

I do, imagining Liam tugging on it with his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. So glad I left it in. I hadn’t planned to. It was a drunken decision egged on by Noah and my bandmates early into our career when maturity wasn’t a word we knew the definition of.

“Fuck. That feels good,” I utter.

Liam picks up his phone and walks into a shower stall. Heat floods my groin as he sets the phone on the bench across from the showerhead, giving me a full view of his naked body.

“Why aren’t you home right now?” I whine.

“Because I can’t keep a body like this if I skip gym days. Keep stroking yourself, Beau.”

“Fuck yeah. You got it.”

I watch water slither down his gorgeous body as my orgasm begins to build. It’s a scene I could appreciate forever, especially when he lathers up his own cock and runs a big hand along his length.

“Want that in my body again soon,” I beg.

“You’ll have to earn it. Use your other hand. Play with your balls.”

Groaning, I do just that. It’s a struggle to keep my focus on my own pleasure when I’m glued to the screen, watching Liam jerk himself.

“Want to suck you so fucking bad. Want you to fuck me hard like you used to.” I ramble.

“Finger yourself, Beau. Now.” Liam’s tone takes on a growl. He’s starting to come apart at the seams.

Working two fingers inside my hole, I imagine they belong to him. That he’s pressing me down on his bed right now, spreading me open. That his dark eyes are searing into mine as he gives me orders up close and personal.

“Come for me, Beau,” Liam says roughly.