Page 27 of The Arrangement (Executive Suite Secrets #3)

ROME ASHbrIDGE

As the first rays of sunlight stretched through the front window, I woke utterly confused about where I was and why I was there.

But a soft snore next to me jerked my attention to my left, where I discovered messy red hair against a dark blue pillow and Liam’s handsome face relaxed in sleep.

In a flash, it all came back.

The truth about what had happened that day.

His mother.

All the doubts, hurt, and questions.

The kiss.

All the kisses.

My God, kissing Liam was like tasting heaven.

We hadn’t kissed too many more times after we’d finished talking and raided the kitchen. All of them had been soft and tentative, as if Liam kept pushing himself to check that what he was feeling wasn’t some fluke.

The frustrating part was that Liam pulled away each time the kiss got a little hungry and desperate. I didn’t know if he was afraid of me trying to take it too far or if he didn’t trust himself.

I was content to let him move at his pace.

Okay, mentally, I was prepared. Physically, my dick was arguing to show him how much fun sex with a guy could be.

After making french-bread pizza, killing the last of the wine, and playing more video games, we’d moved furniture so we could drag his heavy-ass mattress into the living room like a pair of insane miscreants.

We’d fallen asleep after three in the morning, still talking.

He’d told me some crazy stories about his parents and the constant restrictions he’d been under while growing up.

He didn’t talk too much about his ex-wife, but it felt like that part of things was stewing in the back of his mind.

I wondered if maybe he’d married Fiona to get his mom off his case, which would have sucked for him and his ex.

But in the early, quiet hours, I could roll onto my side and watch him at my leisure.

The only sounds in the house were the steady hum of the heater pumping warm air throughout the town house and Liam’s soft snoring.

He’d found a pretty two-story town house to rent that was great until we’d had to maneuver a queen-sized mattress down the stairs.

I was not looking forward to returning it to the second-floor master bedroom.

All the rooms were painted bright primary colors and filled with stained dark wood.

The most decorated spots were the living room and kitchen.

Unopened boxes filled the rest of the rooms.

Liam’s snoring cut off, and he made some low grumbling noises as he smacked his lips, drawing closer to waking.

A smile tugged at my lips as he kicked at the covers, pushing them around his feet.

He shoved a hand into the soft pajama pants he’d pulled on last night and fondled his morning wood, releasing a groan of pleasure.

Oh, come on! How was I supposed to behave when he started doing that?

My own morning wood hadn’t subsided yet, and now there was this.

Forget it going away now. I wanted to scoot across the mattress and slip my hand into his underwear so I could help him get off while swallowing all his moans of pleasure.

Part of me said I shouldn’t watch. I was being a total perv. He was at least half-asleep and didn’t realize that he had an audience.

On the other hand, we’d spent half the night kissing. It wasn’t pervy to want to see the person you were attracted to pleasuring himself.

Unfortunately, the show ended too quickly. Liam opened his eyes to see me smirking at him, just a foot away. A gasp broke from his throat as he ripped his hand out of his pants and frantically grabbed at the blankets, attempting to pull them up to his chin.

“What-what are you doing?” he stammered, which only made me laugh.

Being the devious, horny bastard that I was, I scooted across the mattress and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him to me while I nuzzled his neck. The best squawks and yowls erupted from him as if a chicken and a cat had gotten into a backyard brawl.

“Rome! No! You promised! No touching in bed.”

I scoffed against his neck as I kissed my way up to the magic spot behind his ear. “That was last night. I behaved for hours . Now it’s morning. You need to make fresh arrangements for the new day.”

Whatever argument he was about to make turned into a long moan as I drew his earlobe into my mouth and sucked on it.

A shudder ran through his body, and all the tension in his limbs oozed away as I licked along the shell of his ear.

I put that mental note at the top of the list: Loves having ear kissed, licked, and sucked .

Was I going to use that information for evil later? You’d better fucking believe it.

“Rome. It’s…it’s too early,” Liam panted. He placed a hand on my shoulder but didn’t push me away. “Morning breath. My brain’s not working yet.”

“Good,” I said in a near snarl. Ducking my head, I captured his mouth in a deep kiss that had the hand holding my shoulder now twisting in the T-shirt I wore, pulling me closer.

Finally . Without that overactive brain getting in his way, Liam gave in to the hungry, needy kisses.

He moaned into my mouth and licked me, letting his tongue slip into my mouth.

But we needed closer. I hooked a hand under his left knee and pulled him into me, placing that knee on my hip, so I rubbed our dicks together through our pajama pants.

“Shit! Fuck!” Liam gasped, ripping his mouth away from mine. He shoved away enough to stare down at where our bodies were pressed together. “Rome!” My name sounded so good as a groan of pleasure.

“This,” I panted as I rolled my hips, rubbing my cock into his, “is frotting. Nice?”

“Yesss…” he hissed. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were squeezed shut as if he were losing himself in the moment.

“It feels even better when it’s skin on skin. A little lube.”

Liam’s eyes popped open, and he jerked back. “No!”

I released him, lifting my hands from his body and holding them in the air so that he could retreat from me as far as he wanted. But Liam didn’t go far. Just enough so that our dicks weren’t rubbing any longer. His eyes were wide with panic, while his pale face was beautifully flushed.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed.” My cock still ached, but my heart would hurt more if I’d scared him.

“No.” Liam surprised me. He darted close and brushed my lips with the lightest, quickest kiss. “I…panicked. It’s tempting. Very fucking tempting. But it seems like…a lot.”

I grinned, my heart doing a backflip at how brave he was being. And honest. He could have said he didn’t enjoy any of it, but he wasn’t lying to me or himself.

“How about we jerk off together?”

“What? Like…you jerk me off and I…?” He swallowed hard, not able to say that he put his hand on my cock.

“No. You do you, and I’ll do me. We lie here together.”

His brow furrowed. The panic left his eyes and was replaced by confusion. “That’s a thing?”

Oh, my sweet dear Liam. You have not watched enough porn. Or you’ve been watching the wrong kind of porn. Either way, I was going to corrupt him.

“A very fun thing. I promise.” I brushed my lips along his jaw, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Liam, you’ve got me hard enough to fucking break rocks. My choices are jerk off here and listen to you coming or go up and jerk it in your shower. My preference is to stay right here with you.”

I pressed another kiss to that magic spot behind his head and pulled away to see his eyes sort of glaze over, as if he were struggling to pull a couple of thoughts together.

“How about I start things?”

Because I was utterly shameless, I had no problem rolling onto my back and shoving my briefs and my borrowed plaid pajama pants completely off. Since I was already stripping, I shucked my borrowed T-shirt as well and set it aside.

The only noise from Liam was a sharp inhale. I wanted to look at him, but I was afraid of embarrassing him, so I kept my attention on my hard, leaking cock. The damn thing got harder as if it could sense Liam was staring.

I spit in my palm twice and grabbed my dick, moaning loudly at the very first stroke. Shameless. Completely, utterly, flamboyantly shameless. I wanted to make sure Liam knew he had no reason to be shy or embarrassed because he couldn’t be as loud or as insane as me.

Also, the relief was intense. The promise of being able to come after all this goddamn teasing and behaving was enough to let me catch my breath.

For a few tense seconds, there was no noise or movement from Liam’s side of the bed. I was beginning to think he’d died the moment my dick had come out. As I groaned again, there was a sudden flurry of activity, as if he were being attacked by a bee.

The last of the blankets jumped to the end of the mattress. Liam’s arms and legs flashed in my peripheral vision, and I looked at him because I was afraid of catching an elbow in the temple. He was stripping off his pants while grumbling at me.

“Can’t fucking believe I’m doing this. Fucking ridiculous. It’s like you to make me lose what common sense I have. I’m so fucking horny I can’t even think straight,” he snarled and cursed to himself.

He left on his T-shirt but hiked it up somewhat to expose his soft, flat stomach. After spitting in his hand, he gripped his dick and started stroking himself. There was a catch in his breathing before he let out a long sigh.

Since I’d put myself on display, I had no problem with gazing over to enjoy the vision of his long, slender cock in his fist. The head was dark red and damp, while neatly trimmed red hair hugged the root.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I panted, speeding up my hand. As much as I wanted to drag this out, drain it of every bit of sweetness, I knew it was better to go fast the first time. Make sure Liam was washed with intense pleasure, stopping him from getting lost in his head with insecurities and fears.

He huffed out a laugh. “Shut up. You’re ridiculous.”