Page 18 of Reverb (Larkspur Book 3)

Miles leaned against the elevator wall, checking his phone for any last-minute issues. Seeing everything was fine, he slipped it into do not disturb mode and tucked it back in his pocket. The elevator slid to a smooth stop; the doors opened with a quiet swish. Miles exited and turned left towards the large suites at the end of the hall.

When he’d assigned the rooms, he ignored Jax’s inquisitive stare. Normally, he stayed on a different floor than the band, not wanting to know what they were getting up to if he didn’t have to. This time, though, he had the room next to Liam’s, ensuring it was one with a connecting door.

Entering his room, he emptied his pockets, putting his phone on the charger. Removing his suit jacket, he hung it in the small closet before unclasping his watch and slipping off his socks and shoes. He debated changing out of his suit pants and business shirt, but decided not to. He had a vision of how he wanted Liam tonight, and being in his work clothes would give him the edge of dominance he required.

He freshened up in the bathroom before moving to the connecting door. It had been just over the allotted thirty minutes since Liam had left the ballroom, so he should be ready for Miles now. Heat pulsed through him at the thought of how Liam should be waiting for him. He didn’t doubt for a minute that Liam would have followed his instructions to the letter.

He clicked open the connecting door between the suites, pleased to find the corresponding door unlocked. The room was softly lit, with only two small lamps glowing in each corner. The hum of the air conditioning broke the silence. He pushed the door closed and leaned against it, taking in the sight of Liam, naked and kneeling, hands resting on his thighs, a few feet away. At the sound of the door closing, Liam’s head raised, and dark brown eyes filled with want and need met his own.

Satisfaction spread through him, and he smiled warmly.

“Did you find your gift?”

“Yes.” Liam’s voice was husky.

“Did you follow the instructions I left with it?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

Liam’s breath hitched as he rose to his feet. His cock was hard and flushed. Liam turned away and showed Miles his ass, spreading his cheeks so Miles could see the base of the dildo nestled there. The strap leading from it attached to a cock ring, stretching tightly across Liam’s taint.

“Oh, baby boy. That looks even better than I imagined. Come here.”

Liam made his way over to Miles.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, running a finger around the cock ring and under Liam’s balls, checking the fit.

“Yes,” Liam replied, hips thrusting up at the touch.

“If that changes at all, what do you do?”

“I… I use the safe word system.”

“Very good.” He traced a hand down Liam’s chest, watching the pulse point in Liam’s throat jump. “On your knees, Liam. I want your gorgeous mouth on my cock.”

A whine escaped Liam, as he gracefully sank to his knees. Trembling hands reached for Miles’s belt, but Miles put a hand on them to stop them. “No, just unzip me and take me out.”

Liam eased the zipper of Miles’s pants down, long fingers gentle as he reached inside. He cupped Miles’s cock, before tugging aside the soft cotton of Miles’s boxers and releasing his half-hard cock. Liam looked up at Miles, who nodded reassuringly.

“That’s it. Use your mouth to get me hard.”

Liam licked his lips before sliding the tip into his mouth. Wet warmth enveloped Miles, and he closed his eyes briefly, savoring the rush of sensation that coursed through him. Liam was tentative at first, growing more confident as Miles’s cock filled to full hardness. Getting hard in a man”s mouth was one of his favorite things and watching Liam’s attempt to keep pace with the increasing length and girth, saliva coating his lips and chin, spurred Miles on.

“Easy, baby boy. There’s no rush. We’ve got all night.”

Liam’s groan vibrated along Miles’s dick, and Miles answered with his own. Slipping a hand into his pocket, he fingered the small plastic remote he’d tucked in there. “So good, Liam. I’m going to turn on the vibrator now, okay?”

Liam nodded and pulled off Miles, taking deep breaths. Miles pulled the remote from his pocket and turned on the vibrating dildo nestled in Liam’s ass. Liam gasped as it moved inside him. Miles had seen the toy on his favorite store’s website. A recent addition to the line, the dildo was six inches long, ridged, with an attached cock ring. What made it even more interesting was that it not only vibrated but mimicked thrusting, moving back and forth inside Liam’s channel.

“Oh,” Liam breathed out, skin flushing.

“Does that feel good?”

“Can… can it go faster?”

“It can, but this is not a sprint, Liam. We’re going to go slow and steady. Put your mouth back on my cock, and I’ll turn it up one more notch.”

Liam hungrily reached for Miles, stretching his mouth wide and taking him in as deep as he could, cheek pressing against the material of Miles’s pants.

“So damn eager,” Miles huffed. Liam hummed in agreement, and Miles tapped the remote up one notch. Looking down his body, he took in the sight of Liam naked and needy, the juxtaposition of just his cock poking out of his suit pants sending heat through his veins. Sliding his free hand into Liam’s soft curls, he held him in place as he gently thrust into the warm cavern of his mouth. In turn, Liam’s pelvis rocked back and forth against the thrusting of the dildo.

“Put your hands where I can see them, baby boy. You aren’t allowed to touch yourself yet.”

Liam whined but complied, hooking his fingers into the belt loops at his waist. Miles continued to fuck his mouth for a few more minutes before tapping Liam’s jaw and pulling his head away.

“Enough for now. Such a good boy. I love how your mouth feels around me, but I want to be inside you when I come. Do you want that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Liam said, and then froze, eyes wide in shock. “S… sorry. I shouldn’t have called you that. I know you don’t like it.”

Miles pulled Liam to his feet, switching off the dildo at the same time. He needed Liam’s full attention right now.

“Why did you call me that, Liam?”

“It just slipped out. I didn’t mean to.”

“Do you remember asking me why I call you ‘baby boy’?”

Liam nodded. “You said it felt right.”

“That’s right. Do you also remember I said that if you wanted to call me Daddy in the bedroom, or anything else, then I wouldn’t have a problem with it?”

“Yes. So… so you don’t mind, even though you’re not a Daddy?”

“No, baby boy, I don’t mind at all. If it’s what you want to call me tonight, then that’s fine.”

“Thank you.”

“No need for thanks. Now, sit on the side of the bed while I get undressed.”

Liam went and sat, wriggling as he got comfortable. He watched with hungry eyes as Miles unbuttoned his shirt. As he shrugged out of the cotton, Liam wriggled again, pushing his ass down into the mattress, fingers gripping at the comforter.

“Does that dildo feel good in your ass?”

“Yes. Not as good as your cock, though.”

“Good answer.” Miles tapped the remote and Liam’s hips lifted before dropping to grind back down onto the bed.

“Get on your knees in the middle of the bed,” he commanded as he removed his pants and underwear. He stalked over to the bed, watching as Liam fucked the air as he increased the intensity of the dildo. “Look what you do to me, Liam. Look how your desire fuels mine,” he said, as he stroked his cock from tip to base. “Do you want this inside you rather than hard rubber?”

“Yes. Oh, yes, please, Daddy. Fuck me with your cock.”

“Soon, baby boy,” he promised, turning the dildo off. Liam whined at the loss of sensation, hips still thrusting, seeking pleasure.

Miles sat on the edge of the bed and took Liam’s hard, leaking cock into his hand. He stroked Liam in time with the strokes on his own cock. Liam pushed into Miles’s fist, breaths coming in short pants.

As Liam moved faster, Miles abruptly pulled his hand away, making Liam curse.

“I want you to remove the dildo, go into the bathroom, and rinse it off before coming back to me.”

Liam blinked at him in disbelief. “We’re stopping? Why?”

“No, we’re not stopping, just pausing for a few minutes. I told you this wasn’t a sprint.”

Liam stared at him for a long second before easing the dildo from his body. He hissed as he pulled it out, and then sighed with relief as the pressure around his balls eased when he took off the cock ring. He gave himself a few strokes, only stopping when Miles cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Sorry, Daddy,” he said, before hopping off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

Miles stood and threw back the comforter and sheets. He arranged the pillows against the headboard and then settled himself against them, waiting for Liam to reappear.

***

Liam turned on the tap, rinsing the dildo off under the warm water. He ran it back and forth through his fist, like he had earlier when he’d opened the box and seen what Miles had left for him.

He’d been in a heightened state of awareness ever since reaching his room. The first thing he’d done was open the envelope that had sat next to the box on the small table, where Miles had said it would be. The handwritten note was on quality paper, the dark ink standing out against the creamy whiteness.

The instructions had been simple and brief; unlock the connecting door between their rooms, shower and then prep himself. Once prepped, he was to insert the dildo, and then wait on his knees facing the door until Miles arrived, practicing his meditation breathing.

He hadn’t rushed his shower, taking his time to clean himself from top-to-toe. Once clean, he had prepped himself, stretching until the dildo slid in smoothly. He’d searched the box for the remote before realizing that Miles must have it. The thought that Miles might switch it on before he even got to Liam had made him harder, and it had taken a lot of self-control not to stroke himself to relief.

Thankfully, he’d not had to wait too long for Miles to appear. The sight of the older man leaning against the door still in his suit pants and shirt had ticked a box Liam didn’t realize he had. When Miles had instructed him to suck his cock but not remove his pants, Liam had felt a surge of desire that had made him light-headed.

Not wanting to keep Miles waiting, he laid the damp toy on the bathroom countertop and headed back to the bedroom. He stopped short at the sight of Miles relaxing back against the pillows, hard cock flat against his taut belly. Liam’s mouth watered at the remembered taste and feel of Miles filling his mouth as he grew hard.

“Come here, baby boy,” Miles said, rubbing a hand down his chest, and Liam quickly strode over to stand next to the bed. “Sit on my lap.”

Liam climbed onto the bed, straddling Miles’s lap, the backs of his thighs settling onto Miles’s. Calloused hands gently rested on his hips, thumbs stroking along his skin soothingly.

“You looked good up on that stage tonight,” Miles complimented him. “So in control. Your fingers dancing along the fretboard had me wishing they were dancing on my skin.”

Liam trembled at Miles’s hushed words, but he didn’t move.

“And your ass looked sinful in those jeans. Did you wear them on purpose to taunt me?” Miles’s hands slipped from his waist to cup his butt, fingers kneading firmly.

“They’re my favorites. They’re comfortable, and I know… ahh….” he hissed as Miles dug his fingers into his muscles a little harder.

“And you know what, Liam?”

“Th… that they make me look good.”

“They do. I’m grateful that your guitar covers your front, because I didn’t want anyone else to see how they molded around your crotch, highlighting your beautiful cock.”

The cock in question twitched at the words, making Miles smile.

“So damn sexy.” Miles returned his hands to Liam’s waist. “What do you want, baby boy?”

“You,” Liam moaned.

“Oh, I know you want me. I can see that. What do you want me to do to you?”

“Fu… fuck me.”

“Hmm. Yes, but I want to see you ride my cock like you rode that dildo earlier.”

Liam’s hole clenched, and his hips thrust at the words. “Yes. That. Please.”

Miles reached for the lube on the bedside table, flicking the lid open. Liam watched intently as he poured some of the viscous liquid onto his long fingers. Liam rose onto his knees, steadying himself with a hand on Miles’s shoulder as warm fingers traced along his crease and to his hole. His body was relaxed after taking the dildo and he easily accepted two fingers. Miles scissored them, making sure the muscles were pliable enough to take him. Liam could not stop himself from pushing back against the intrusion, wanting more.

“Such a needy boy,” Miles crooned, removing his fingers, and reaching for a condom. A few moments later, Miles guided him into place above his own straining cock.

“Ease yourself down, baby boy. Nice and slow. I want to savor every second of filling your body.”

Liam bit his lip in concentration as the blunt head notched against his slicked-up hole. Miles’s cock slid into him with a pinch of pain before being swiftly replaced with a fullness that had Liam moaning.

“Breathe, Liam,” Miles reminded him, and he let out the breath he’d been holding as he fully seated himself.

He rolled his hips, but firm hands clamped his waist, holding him in place.

“No,” Miles commanded. “You’re going to sit there and breathe through the urge to move.”

Liam whined and tried again to move.

“I said no, Liam. I want you to hold still until I tell you to move.” Miles’s voice was stern, making Liam want to both comply and retaliate simultaneously. He clenched his inner muscles, making Miles hiss.

“Baby boy, if you do that again, then I’m pulling out and going back to my room. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. But I need….”

“I know you do, but you’ve also got to learn to channel the need. Close your eyes and focus on what you’re feeling. Spread that warmth around your body.”

Liam closed his eyes and drew a ragged breath, catching the scent of Miles’s cologne, overlaid with heated bodies and sex. Distracting himself from the fullness in his ass, he focused on the sound of Miles’s breathing. He felt like he had been stuffed all night with the dildo earlier, and now Miles’s thick cock. The dildo had provided some relief, but it hadn’t hit the spot, and he really needed to feel Miles pounding into him.

“You’re doing so well, Liam.” Miles’s voice had him opening his eyes to find dark, stormy gray eyes fixed on him. A fine sheen of sweat on Miles’s chest betrayed how much Liam affected him. Liam licked his lips, wanting to taste Miles’s skin.

“Daddy?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yes, baby boy.”

“I want to taste you.”

Desire flared in Miles’s eyes, and he nodded, loosening his grip on Liam’s waist. Liam leaned forward and swiped his tongue across Miles’s chest, lapping at the dark nipple that peeked out from a light dusting of chest hair.

They both groaned, Liam from the sensation of Miles’s dick moving inside him, and Miles from the rasp of Liam’s tongue.

Liam peppered kisses across Miles’s collarbone before tracing the tip of his tongue up the corded muscle in his throat, stopping when he reached the hinge of Miles’s jaw. He rubbed his cheek against Miles’s, their stubble rasping. Liam turned his lips to kiss along the strong jawline that was tense under his mouth.

He paused when he reached the corner of Miles’s mouth, their breath intermingling. It had occurred to him earlier, when Seth and Cal had reunited that he and Miles hadn’t kissed. Sure, there had been presses of lips against skin, but they’d not kissed on the mouth. He wasn’t sure if he should take the initiative, or whether it was something that Miles was against. They’d never discussed it.

“What’s wrong, baby boy?” Miles’s voice was low.

Liam leaned back, hissing as the dick in his ass slid against his nerve endings. His need to move and come overtook his curiosity as to why they hadn’t kissed.

“I need to move. Please, Miles.”

“Okay,” Miles agreed, relaxing the grip on him. “Show me how well you can ride my cock, baby boy.”

With a relieved whimper, Liam lifted his hips and then slammed back down, before rapidly rising again. He vaguely registered a grunt escaping from Miles, but his focus was on the sensation of being filled repeatedly.

One particular pass had Miles’s cock brushing his prostate, and Liam ground down, rolling his hips as he sought extra pressure against the bundle of nerves.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need,” Miles panted out, running his hands up Liam’s stomach and chest, pinching and flicking against his nipples.

Liam reached for his aching cock, slick with pre-cum.

“No, don’t touch yourself.”

Liam whined in protest, leaning forward onto his hands to change the angle, but it wasn’t as good as before. He leaned back, fists clutching at the sheet, as he thrust and rolled his hips, chasing the high that was just out of reach.

“You look so fucking glorious, Liam. You’re taking my cock so well. The way your hips are moving is so impressive, you could be a Bronco champ.”

Heat suffused Liam’s body at the words.

“Feels good, Daddy. Is… is it good for… for you?” he gasped out.

“So fucking good, baby boy,” Miles ground out. Liam cracked an eye open to see Miles’s flushed face, tension tight in his body as he held onto his own control.

“I wanna feel you come in me, Daddy.”

“Soon. Do you want to come? Can you come on my cock without me touching you?”

Liam half shook and half nodded his head, his hips moving faster. His thighs were burning from holding this position, but it was a welcome pain, adding to the pleasure he was chasing.

“Tou… touch me. Please.”

His rhythm stuttered as a warm, calloused hand wrapped around his aching cock, giving him two sharp tugs.

His movements sped up, and he could feel Miles meeting each thrust now rather than letting Liam do all the work.

“Again. Touch me again.”

“Are you close, baby boy? Are you going to cover me with your cum?”

Liam whimpered and nodded, his breath a harsh gasp.

“Okay then, make yourself come.”

Liam fucked his cock into Miles’s fist, once, twice, and then white-hot exhilaration burst through him.

“Oh yes, baby boy. So fucking beautiful when you come.” Miles’s voice penetrated his euphoric haze. “Look at the mess you’ve made.”

Liam glanced down, seeing white streaks of his release coating Miles’s stomach and hand. As his body continued to move, he realized Miles was still hard inside him.

“You… you haven’t come?” he asked, squeezing his inner muscles.

“Not yet, baby boy. I want you to give me another orgasm, and then I’ll come.” As Miles said the words, he stroked Liam’s cock, which was still hard, while leisurely thrusting up into Liam’s body.

“I can’t,” Liam sobbed out, his body betraying him as heat snaked along his veins.

“Yes, you can, baby boy. Focus on how good my cock is in your ass, how it fills you up.”

“Ugh. Yes, Daddy. Fill me up.” Liam’s head dropped back, his eyes closing as he focused on the push and drag on his hole. He cried out when a cum slick hand began stroking his cock. Everything was so sensitive, but he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to do as Miles asked, but he’d never come twice in one go before.

The room fell away as everything in Liam concentrated on the pressure building in his lower body, grunting as he chased his release.

“Come on, Liam. You can do this. Come again. Make me come.” Miles’s strained voice teased into his awareness, and the throb of Miles’s cock sent Liam over the edge for a second time. With a strangled cry, he came, his cock spurting cum again.

“Liam!” Miles’s cry echoed around the room, and Liam opened his eyes in time to see Miles, head back and flushed beneath him, body straining up against Liam’s as he found his own release. He looked magnificent, and a fresh wave of ecstasy roiled through Liam at the knowledge he’d done that. He’d made this gorgeous, serious businessman come apart at the seams.