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CHAPTER 8

GIDEON

Liam looks up at me with his big blue eyes before opening his mouth wide. Just when I think I'm going to shove my cock down his throat, Liam sticks out his tongue and licks at the head. A moan escapes my lips and my hands grab hold of his damp curls. He hollows his cheeks and sucks me to the back of his mouth, my head dropping back with a long sigh. Fuck, his mouth is amazing. The warm heat of his tongue sliding up and down my shaft is unlike anything I've ever felt before. My knees buckle and my arm flies out to the wall, trying to balance myself.

I've never been brought to my knees before, but if someone could do it, it would be Liam.

Dropping my head forward, I lock eyes with him, heat flaring inside me as I watch his plump lips stretch wide around my cock. He's bobbing up and down while one hand comes up and starts playing with my balls. I sift my hand through his curls, enjoying the moment. I give him a few minutes of going at his own pace before I take control.

I start thrusting into his mouth, and tears form in his eyes, but I don't stop. I shove my cock down farther, my eyes rolling into the back of my head when Liam whimpers. Fuck, he loves this so much. He loves me taking control. As much as he was moaning when he was working me over, it's nothing like the sinful sounds leaving him right now.

"You're such a good fucking boy for me, Princess. The way you take Daddy's cock so well. How you let me use your hole for my pleasure. Fuck, I want to mark you as mine."

"Do it," he whines, his hand grabbing hold of his cock and stroking. "Mark me as yours."

"Yessss," I rasp, thrusting harder into his mouth. I'm so damn close to coming, but I want to claim him. Pulling out of his mouth, I replace his warm heat with my rough hand. I stroke myself while I continue to stare at Liam. He's so fucking gorgeous, waiting patiently on his knees for me. I tighten my hand and the pressure sets me off. Liam leans his face a little closer and I shoot cum all over his face. It hits his lips and nose, and I snicker when some lands on his eye. He licks his lips, trying to lap up some of the cum on his face and I reach down to rub it into his cheek.

"God, you look beautiful with my cum all over your face. Debauched, dirty, and all mine."

I bend down and pick up the towel Liam dropped on the floor. With slow motions, I wipe up his face, his eyes trained on me. Once he’s completely clean, I reach forward and kiss him on the nose.

"Come back to bed with me?" I ask.

"Always," he replies, his body swaying into mine. Grabbing hold of him, I stand up and encase him in my arms, his body so pliant and trusting.

"I can't keep my hands off you. There's just something about you that I want to hold close. I want to know all of your dreams and fantasies and make them all come true."

Liam nuzzles into my chest before whispering, "You already are." I carry him back to my bed and lay his naked body against my sheets. "It smells like sex in here," Liam says, wrinkling his nose at the scent.

"I love the smell of us. The musky scent of our cum that I hope never leaves my room," I tell him, secretly hoping that he never wants to leave my room either. Laying him on his side, I snuggle in behind him, wrapping him tightly in my arms. "What are your dreams, Liam?"

"To be happy," he replies easily. "To fall in love. To get a job outside of the strip club."

"You don't like working at the club?" I ask, trailing my fingers along his hip bone. His body twitches and I smile when I realize he's ticklish.

"I do. But I don't want to stay there forever. Besides, it was only supposed to be until I got on my feet. But that's taking longer than I thought it would," he mutters the last sentence, his body tensing up.

"Why is it taking longer?"

"Everything," he murmurs, his hand coming out to grab mine that's still gently tickling his side. He interlocks our fingers before dragging our hands to his lower stomach. "Every time I think I'm in a good spot, something happens, and I get knocked back down again."

"Tell me," I demand softly. "I want to know everything about you, Princess."

"It's the bouncing from place to place. Not being able to set down roots or find a safe spot to land. I thought I had finally found somewhere to start calling home. That turned out to be a bust."

"How so?" I encourage, wanting to know all of what's going on in his life. I want him to be a part of mine so badly that I need to know everything he's dealing with. I want to know all his burdens so I can help him. Fuck, I want to take care of him. There's a deep need within me to shield and protect him.

"My roommate's boyfriend is bitter and jealous. I don't know the extent of their relationship, but I know he's hated me from the second I moved in. My roommate let me know earlier today, or I guess yesterday now, that I needed to get out. His boyfriend doesn't want me there anymore."

My hand that's rubbing his curls pauses and I clench a fist with my other hand, hating that he's in this situation. "I'm so sorry, baby. Where were you going when I picked you up?"

"Uh, I actually don't know where I was going to go. Probably a motel. But of course my piece of shit car broke down on me again. It's like I’m bad luck or something."

I take hold of his chin and turn it to face me. "You are not bad luck. Hell, I'd like to think all of that happened to you today so you could end up here. With me. To me, that's good luck. I've been trying to build up the courage to talk to you for months..."

He cuts me off with wide eyes. "You have? Why would you need to build up the courage? You're you and I'm just me."

"You don't see yourself the way I do. Even from just watching you on stage, I can tell you're different. You have this joy that radiates off you, but behind your eyes, there’s something deeper that you keep tucked away. Something you don't let other people see, something I hope you’ll show me one day. But even with that part of you hidden away, you always have the brightest smile on your face. I would sit in that booth every day and just watch you. The way you would command the presence of everyone in the room. How you could draw them in without saying a word. It's why I needed to build up the courage. You don't just walk up to someone like you."

"But you did. When my car broke down."

"Like I said, it was good luck. I'm never at the club that late. But something happened with the computer and I had to stay behind and get it worked out. I'd like to think it was fate's way of pushing us together."

"I really like the sound of that," he mumbles.

Placing a soft kiss on his lips, I whisper, "Me too."