by Kensie King
It twitched under my hand, pulsing as it lengthened.
Tate hissed out a breath. “Fuck, that feels good. Everything you do feels good.”
His words gave me courage, and soon I was laying on top of him, my own cock pressing hard against his. His hips moved, causing friction between us, so much that pre-cum leaked from the head of my cock.
I kissed down his torso and licked his nipple. His hands fisted in my hair, telling me how much he liked that. My whole body was awake, and I throbbed for him, for a release I wanted him to give me.
“I…” I looked up into his eyes. “I want you inside me.”
He held my gaze for a long moment. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please. I want you.”
He didn’t hesitate, just reached to the end table and pulled out lube and a condom. My heart raced with anticipation and a small amount of trepidation. What if I fucked it up? What if it wasn’t good for Tate?
“Relax,” he said, rolling over the top of me.
He put on the condom and kissed me again, making me forget my worries. His hand stroked my cock, soft tugs that made me moan. I was so hard, I didn’t think I could take this much longer.
Then he moved lower, lifting and spreading my legs so he could touch my ass cheeks. I don’t know when he’d put the lube on, but I could feel it as he rubbed me, sliding a finger into the slit and rimming my anus.
My breath hitched.
“It’s okay,” he said, kissing my cheek, my mouth, and then moving to my earlobe and nibbling. “Just relax. Just feel. I’ll go slow. And we can stop whenever you want.”
I let the tension leave my body, closing my eyes and allowing myself to simply feel. As he rubbed me with one finger, then slowly slid it inside. I hiked my legs back farther so he could press in deeper.
“Yes,” he murmured. “Just relax. The more you relax, the better it’ll feel.”
He maneuvered his finger, stretching me and hitting deeper and deeper inside. Then he added another finger.
“Okay?” Tate asked.
“Yes. That feels good.” I squeezed my eyes tighter when he hit a good spot. “Oh, god.”
I heard the smile in his voice when he said, “Good.”
His lips found mine again, and as we were mid-kiss, his fingers left me, and I felt the head of his cock instead. Thick and smooth, pressing against my tight hole. I wiggled my hips, loving the feel of him so close to me.
Wanting more.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered.
I did as he said and watched his face as he slid inside of me. He moved forward just slightly, then pulled back—the same motion over and over again until he was completely inside of me, buried in the tight opening.
His lips parted, eyes going dreamy. “Fuck. You’re so tight. You feel so good, Liam.”
He felt more than good. I had no idea I could feel so close to someone. That I could see his face and he could see mine as he penetrated me. Then he started to move, slow strokes that felt right. Earth shattering. And when his hips swiveled and he hit the right spot, I cried out.
“Fuck—Tate!” More. All I could think what that I wanted more
And Tate gave it to me. Now that he’d found the right spot, he hit it over and over again. I bit my lip hard, trying not to shout.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Yell if you need to.”
My body spasmed and tightened up. “I can’t—I’m going to—”
“Yes, come for me.”
The orgasm slammed into me. My body shook as I spurted against Tate’s stomach. He grunted and shoved into me one more time before he went over the edge as well. His arms came around me, my dick pressed to his stomach as we climaxed together.
“Shit,” he whispered, breath hot on my ear. “Fuck, that was good.”
Pleasure raced through me. He was still inside, and so sated I couldn’t help but think my first time had been a success.
He brushed his thumb on my cheek and stared into my eyes. “You okay?”
“More than okay. I’m glad I did this with you—that you were my first.”
He smiled. “Me too. Stay there.”
He got off of me and disappeared for a moment. I heard running water, and when he came back, he carried a wet rag. My cheeks burned when he started wiping me down.
“I’m not going to lie,” he said, smiling. “It’s fucking sexy when you get embarrassed like that. Your cheeks get red and you can’t meet my eyes. Liam…I’m just cleaning you up.”
“You do that a lot. Take care of things. Take care of me.”
He laughed and wrapped the rag around my dick, tugging slightly. “I think we both just took care of each other.”
I grabbed the rag from him. “My turn.”
He lay down and let me wipe his chest and stomach with an approving nod. “See? Give and take. I’m not trying to stifle you, Liam. Or make you think I don’t believe you can take care of yourself. But I do want to be here for you. I can’t help it.”
“I understand.” Especially because I knew his true feelings. “It’s natural to want to take care of the one you love. That’s why I want to take care of you, too.”
His eyes burned into mine. “What are you saying?”
“I love you, Tate. I have since the beginning.”
He sat up and took my face between his hands. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. I love you, too, Liam. I always have.”
Chapter 16
One month later
TATE
It was killing me to wait here like this. Liam had gone back to his dad’s house, to tell him once and for all that he wasn’t coming back. And that if he didn’t get his act together they might never have a relationship.
And he wanted to do it without me. I wouldn’t have agreed, but he brought Bea and another friend with him so he wasn’t alone.
I couldn’t stand the thought of him putting himself in danger, but I also had to let Liam do this his way.
I wanted to be there for anything and everything he did, but I understood he was still finding his place.
Lucky me, his place was at my side—and mine was at his. We loved each other, and I couldn’t picture myself with anyone else.
But I still didn’t like it. I picked up my phone and checked it for the third time as I paced the small space in the office.
“He’s not back yet?” Mason asked from the doorway.
I glanced up. “No. Not yet.”
“And it’s killing you.”
I sent him a glare.
“Hey.” He held up his hands as he strolled into the office and sat in one of the chairs at the desk. “I get it. You want to make sure he’s safe.”
“I do. I should have gone with him.”
Mason made a face but didn’t say anything.
“I can tell what you’re thinking,” I said, glaring at him again. “I wish you’d just be happy for me.”
“I am happy for you. No, really.” He crossed his arms. “I know I made things hard for you and Liam when you first got together, but it’s just because I didn’t want to see you hurt. He’s a good guy and I’m happy for you.”
My lips curved. “Jealous?”
He snorted. “Yeah, right. I’m not made for love.”
“You say that now, but one day you’ll meet someone and that will change.”
Mason laughed. “Sure. Whatever.”
My phone dinged, and I pressed the screen to see the message. It was from Liam. Everything went well. We’re leaving now.
I blew out a breath and sat in the other chair. “They’re leaving now.”
Mason smiled. “See? Everything worked out. He going to keep staying with you, then?”
“Yes. I told him I’d support whatever he wants, but he wants to stay. And it makes sense. We’re…” I shrugged, not able to put it into words. “We’re right for each other.”
“It’s the real thing, then?” Mason asked. “Like…happily ever after?”
Seriously, I nodded. “Yes.”
I could picture it already, asking him to marry me. Moving into a house together. We had our whole lives ahead of us.
“Tell me before you propose—just so I have a heads up,” Mason said.
I glanced at him sharply. “Why’d you say that? About proposing?”
“Because I know you.” Mason grinned at me. “You commit. You stick. When you know it’s right, you’re in one hundred percent. I admire that about you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Mason stood. “And I agree, by the way. You and Liam are right for each other.”
“Thanks,” I said, surprisingly touched.
If Mason was on board, that made things so much easier.
“Back to work,” Mason said as he left.
A few minutes later, Liam came through the door. He walked straight to me and wrapped his arms around me.
“I’m so glad that’s over,” he said, voice quiet.
Concerned, I pulled back to see his face. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. It’s fine. I just…he was angry, and he didn’t want to hear anything I had to say. But…it needed to be done. I am who I am, and I’m happy with it.”
I smiled and kissed him. “I’m happy with who you are, too.”
He returned my kiss. “You’ve always accepted me for who I am. I love you for it.”
Our future danced through my head again, all the things we’d get to do and all the fun we’d have together. And this was just the beginning.
“I love you, too,” I whispered. I backed up as I kissed him, keeping him close.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I grinned as I shut the office door. “Your shift doesn’t start for another twenty minutes. I’m holding you captive until then.”
I felt his cock press against my thigh. “Horny.”
“Only for you,” I said. “Always.”
“Always,” he repeated, then lost himself in the kiss.