Page 58 of Liam

Just when I thought I was getting somewhere, he stopped me and lifted my face.

"Straddle my chair … fuck my face."

A shiver ran straight up my spine. Thankful he had the brakes on, I walked my way toward his face, my inner thighs pressed against the armrests of his wheelchair. I grasped my shaft and painted his parted lips with my precum. He licked them and hummed so seductively.

I slowly fed him my cock. Not all the way in. Not many men could take me. I gripped the handles on the back of hischair, slid my cock out of his mouth, then partially surged back in.

Jamal clamped his hands on my ass cheeks, setting the pace. I rocked my hips, smooth and easy instead of making him cough and choke. His lips looked beautiful taking me in.

He began bobbing his head, increasing the speed and depth. He hummed around my cock as he played with my balls, followed the crease, and brushed his fingertip over my hole.

"I can't … I'm going to—" I mumbled.

My orgasm screamed through me. I pumped faster, emptying myself down his throat. He continued sucking until I was fully spent. Still riding high, I was salivating to get back to his dick.

I kneeled to the left of his legs, gripping one to balance myself. I dove back on his cock. It had waned slightly, but I soon had it hard again. Jamal groaned, and pushed my face down on it, hitting the back of my throat. I was close to gagging when his cock tightened. He swore as his legs lifted and kicked away from the footrests and a convulsing shudder rippled through him.

There was no cum.

I continued sucking, not wanting to relinquish him, until Jamal touched my jaw and gave it a gentle nudge. I lifted my head and swept my hair off my face. My gaze met his.

I must have looked puzzled.

"I'm rarely able to cum," Jamal said. "Sometimes I get a small amount."

"But you orgasmed?" I wanted to make sure I had read his body correctly. The cum didn't matter. I needed to know that I had made him feel good.

Jamal smiled. "Yeah … and it was a fantastic one."

I sighed and relaxed.

"I need to hit the bathroom for a minute," he said. "My bladder is complaining."

I had questions about that. I had seen the catheter equipment in his bathroom when I'd retrieved a toothbrush from his cabinet. Questions would have to wait. We weren't there yet with sharing about our lives. Typically urinating and showering in the presence of a lover was standard fare for me. Men were rarely shy about it. This was different.

"I'll wait until you're finished," I said.

I turned the blankets back on the bed once Jamal closed the door to the bathroom. He was in there for quite a while. I sat on the end of the bed and waited for him. He bit his bottom lip and shook his head as he emerged from the bathroom and saw me sitting there.

"You're a vision with all that long blond hair," he said. "Hurry to bed."

"I'll just be a second." In the bathroom, I found a washcloth to clean myself and was careful not to splash urine on Jamal's special toilet seat. Jamal was in bed when I finished.

I climbed in beside him and moved as close as I could to him. He shifted his nude body until he was in my arms, his head on my chest. I kissed his hair. "That was epically good."

"You're sure?"

"I was with you. Anything we do together is going to be epic."

Jamal stroked my chest. "I wanted to ask you about the picture you posted of us."

I lifted my head. "Did I jump the gun? I felt so close to you. I wanted to share that."

Jamal snuggled closer. "You essentially announced that you have a boyfriend. I wanted to tell you I'm all over that." He tipped his head up and kissed my chin. "I want to be your boyfriend."

I lay my head back and pulled him tighter to me. "Me too."

But now I was scared. We'd taken a huge step. I didn't just risk losing Jamal … I risked losing his family as well if I screwed this up. I hummed against his hair, breathing him in.

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