Page 11 of Reverb (Larkspur Book 3)

Could he do it? Was he able to confess what he wanted? Could he tell this man—who was all at once his manager, his mentor, his friend—that he wanted to be held down and fucked until he no longer remembered his name? He wanted to be told what to do and praised like a toddler when he complied.

He saw Miles’s hand lift and then drop again as if he were unsure whether to touch Liam. Liam wanted to grab it and tell Miles he could touch him whenever and wherever he wanted to. Goosebumps rose on his skin at the thought, and he took a deep breath to suppress the whimper of need that threatened to break free from his chest.

“Liam. You are safe here. Anything you say or do within these walls remains in these walls.”

The words rose, and he longed to say them. If he did, then Miles might praise him again. Might tell him he was a good boy for using his words. Want and desire spread through him at the thought. If he was a good boy and told him, maybe Miles wouldn’t shy away and tell him he was weird, like so many others had. Maybe he’d even touch Liam. Reward him for being good.

“I… I…” he broke off. Took a breath and looked Miles straight in the eye. “I want to be a go… good boy. I want to be touched.”

He saw approval in Miles’s steely gray eyes, and a little of the tension eased in him.

“May I touch you?” Miles’s tone was wary, as though he didn’t want to spook Liam.

Liam nodded. Miles’s hand came into view, and warm fingers cupped his jaw. He felt the pad of Miles’s thumb trace against his cheekbone, and his eyelids fluttered as he leaned into it.

“Such a brave boy. I’m very proud of you, Liam.”

Liam’s breath stuttered, and warmth spread through him at the words.

“When was the last time someone touched you how you like?”

Liam gulped. He could do this. He was safe.

“Since before we started this leg of the tour.”

The stroking thumb stopped for a second before resuming, and Liam saw the surprise in Miles’s eyes.

“What about the Vegas hook up?”

Shame rolled through Liam at the memory of the clandestine visit to the run-down apartment, and he dropped his gaze, not wanting to see Miles’s reaction.

“Baby boy. I need you to be honest with me.”

“When the str… stress gets too much, I arrange anonymous hooks ups and get sucked off. I don’t hook up with anyone I don’t know. I… I use an agency here in LA, and there’s a guy who knows what I like. But he… he got sick this week, so I haven’t seen him, and everything’s just so—” his voice broke off on a sob, and he pulled away from Miles, turning his back so the other man wouldn’t see his shame and guilt.

Miles pulled him back against his hard chest, circling him with powerful arms and sliding his hands over his stomach. The faint undertones of the citrus body wash Miles used reached his nose.

“It’s okay. You’re alright. I’m here. Just breathe and relax. I’ve got you.”

The whispered words enveloped him, and he clutched at the arms wrapped around his waist, digging his fingers in, as though this was all a dream and Miles might disappear any second. He leaned back, letting his head fall onto Mile’s shoulder. It felt so good to be held.

“Such a good boy. That’s it, I’ve got you.” Warm breath whispered against his skin, and he relaxed a fraction more. They stood like that for a few minutes, and Liam slowly noticed Miles’s fingers stroking against his skin where his t-shirt had lifted.

He began to get hard, and he wanted to pull away before Miles noticed, but he also wanted to stay right where he was. He wanted to feel those hands touching him all over.

“What does your man from the agency do for you, Liam?” Miles asked, his voice low and even. His fingers never stopped moving, but also didn’t venture from the spot at Liam’s waist.

“Javier. His name is Javier,” Liam said tightly as he tried to control his body’s response.

“Tell me what Javier does for you, baby boy.”

God, why did Miles calling him baby boy elicit such a response? He’d never been called that before, but somehow, it just felt right coming from the man behind him.

“He… he fucks me. Ha… hard.”

“And, what else?”

“He touches me all over. He tells me I… I’m a good boy for taking his cock.” The memory of the last time he had been with Javier rose in his mind, and he hardened further in his jeans. He was going to have to leave the comfort of Miles’s arms and deal with it.

“Is that what you like, Liam? Do you like being driven into the mattress with a hard cock in your ass? I bet you’re such a good boy when you do.”

Liam whimpered, biting his lip as his hips rolled. His hand dropped to the front of his jeans to rub the bulge straining there.

Miles’s fingers stopped moving, and there was a brief pause before Miles covered Liam’s hand. He applied pressure, and Liam’s hips punched up, seeking the much-needed friction.

“Would you like me to touch you here, Liam?”

Liam nodded jerkily, all rational thought gone.

“Words, baby boy. You must always use your words to tell me what you want.”

“I need you to… ngh—” Liam groaned, pushing again against the pressure on his dick. “I need you to jack me off. Please, Miles.”

A low growl rumbled through Miles’s chest, and Liam had never heard anything so sexy. Miles quickly brushed away his hand, snapping open the button and lowering the zipper. Strong fingers wrapped around him and pulled his leaking cock from his boxers.

Glancing down, Liam whimpered at the sight. It was exactly what he had pictured. His cock was average length, but he was thick, and Miles’s fingers stretched around him, encasing him in a tight grip.

“You’re so hard. Your cock feels like velvet-covered steel. You feel so perfect in my hand.”

Pleasure raced through Liam at Miles’s words. He rocked into the grip, needing friction.

“Fuck my hand, Liam.”

Liam needed no further instruction, his body taking over. He began slowly, enjoying the drag along Miles’s palm. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and Miles adjusted his grip to capture the droplet and wipe it down Liam’s hard length.

Liam sped up as the smeared pre-cum eased the slide. Miles’s fingers fluttered as they tightened and relaxed, drawing Liam closer to the edge. Liam leaned further back into Miles, widening his stance as much as he could with his jeans around his thighs. His right hand clasped Miles’s thigh, hard against the back of his own, while his left arm snuck up to cradle Miles’s head, trying to pull him closer.

The rasp of Miles’s day-old stubble scraped against the sensitive skin of Liam’s neck, and he tilted his head away, giving him more room.

“You’re such a good boy, showing me how much you want me. Look how pretty your cock looks in my hand. It’s like it was made for it. Are you getting close, Liam? Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” Liam moaned, thrusting harder. “Tighter, please. Make me come, Miles.”

Heat pooled low in Liam’s groin, and he could feel his need to orgasm building. The hand not holding his cock slipped up under his shirt and fingers tweaked his nipple, causing him to cry out. Bolts of pleasure zipped along his nerve endings, and his thrust became erratic as he chased his release.

“Come for me, Liam.”

The growled command was all it took, and his orgasm crashed through him. He grunted low in his throat as he continued fucking Miles’s fist.

“That’s it. You’re such a good boy, coming on command. Open your eyes and see how you’ve covered my hand in your cum, Liam.”

Liam looked down and gasped as another wave of desire pulsed through him, and he couldn’t have stopped the extra thrusts his hips gave if his life depended on it. His cum acted as a lubricant, and Miles massaged it into cock and balls, making him writhe until it became too sensitive. He whimpered, his hand batting at Miles’s hand to stop.

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Miles relaxed his grip and let Liam come down from his orgasm high. He didn’t say anything, just soothed the skin on Liam’s stomach with his free hand. So incredibly responsive. He’d never let himself picture Liam like this, and he breathed through his own desire. He’d deal with himself once he had Liam settled. He was the priority right now.

He felt when Liam returned to full awareness, and careful not to make things awkward, pressed a small kiss to the sweat dampened skin under Liam’s ear.

“Thank you for sharing that with me. I’m going to let you go now. Is that okay?”

Liam gave a jerky nod, and Miles gently tucked him back into his boxers and stepped away. As Liam tugged his jeans up, Miles reached for the tissues on one of the end tables. He wiped away the evidence of Liam’s release, regretting he couldn’t lick it up and see how the gorgeous, vulnerable man in front of him tasted. Next time, his brain supplied, and he drew a sharp breath at the thought.

Pushing the errant thought aside, he tossed the dirty tissues onto the table and waited for Liam to turn and face him.

“Turn around, Liam.”

Shoulders hunched and eyes cast down, Liam reluctantly turned. He looked embarrassed and uncertain, and Miles knew he needed to reassure him.

“Look at me, Liam.” Brown eyes slowly lifted, and Miles gave him a smile. “Good boy. How do you feel?”

“Okay,” Liam replied, voice soft.

“Like I said earlier, we will keep whatever happens or is said here confidential. You have been incredibly brave tonight, and I am honored that you chose to share with me.”

Liam ran a hand through his hair, and Miles’s fingers itched to do the same. He had a vision of Liam on his knees before him, Miles guiding him as he sucked his cock. The thought had him voicing a question that had been building ever since he’d unzipped Liam’s jeans.

“I’m going to ask you something, and I need you to think it over and not answer me until the morning.”

Liam frowned but nodded his assent.

“Do you want to do this again? Do you want me to touch you? Give you what you need? Do you want me to fuck you?”