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He palms my cock through my shorts, and I whimper.
Then I’m reaching out, tugging at the buttons of his shirt so hard that one snaps off.
But I don’t pay any attention because I’ve got my hands on Liam’s incredible body, all the hard planes of muscles and smooth, hot skin.
Shit. The lust inside me is a desperate, growling beast.
I rip at the buckle on his belt, fumbling my way through getting it undone, and he steps out of his pants. I don’t wait for him to pull down his boxers because I’m doing it, tugging them at the same time I’m slipping my hand inside the material because, apparently, microseconds matter in this, and I’m going to combust if I don’t touch Liam.
And now I’m touching Liam Jamieson’s cock.
Of all the places in the world I thought my hand would end up, I never suspected this destination.
But feeling Liam’s hard erection thrusting against my hand causes my brain to go into a meltdown.
I fumble to get my own pants and boxers down with one hand while I continue to kiss him frantically, desperately, not caring about the mash of tongues and teeth and lips. He matches my intensity like kissing is a weapon we’re both determined to master.
And his hand is on my cock now and oh my god, it feels incredible.
There’s nothing gentle or restrained about the way we’re touching each other.
I’m working him over hard, jerking his cock with urgent motions, and he’s doing the same to me.
This is another contest between us, who can get the other off the fastest. And I’m not going to lie, having Liam’s warm, hard cock in my hand and his tongue in my mouth is pushing me toward the edge faster than I’d like. Somehow his cock feels exactly the right size and weight in my hand, like it was designed to fit there perfectly.
Suddenly his head wrenches away from my mouth to rest on my shoulder and his cock pulses. I feel a brief moment of victory before the most intense orgasm of my life rips through me. My knees go weak, leaving me sagging against Liam.
Our breathing is ragged, tattered.
My brain relocates back into my head.
Oh, holy shit.
Liam and I are both still clutching each other.
It’s like neither of us wants to move, like if we remain frozen, we don’t have to acknowledge that we’ve just slid into this alternative dimension where we just got each other off.
Because this has to be an alternative version of reality, right? One of those parallel universes that operate side by side with our universe but by a completely different set of rules.
Finally, I manage to make my legs support my whole weight and withdraw from him, taking as dignified steps back as possible, given I’m sticky and my pants and boxers are still around my knees.
I force myself to raise my gaze to meet Liam’s eyes.
He’s staring at me like he’s just watched a horror movie marathon. I suspect I have a similar expression.
What the hell just happened?
“Um…okay.” I swallow. “I’m just going to have a quick shower, and then I think we should call it a night, okay?”
Liam still has an astonished look on his face. Like the potted plants have just started reciting Shakespeare.
“Okay,” he agrees finally.
Chapter Seven
Liam
We don’t talk about it.
