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It's not until his movements become more shallow, less rhythmic and he slacks against the sofa that I realize my mouth has fallen open and my eyes are dry from not blinking for far too long. Not to mention my cock, throbbing and aching so hard I'm pretty sure I'd come if I as much as looked at it.
I won't.Thisis not about me.
Liam looks positively dead, eyes still closed, albeit relaxed, chest expanding impossibly with every deep, audible breath he takes. Yet somehow, he's still the first one able to speak. "Not bad for a rookie."
It kills me how fast he's able to slip right back to his usual self, despite his body still being jerked occasionally by the aftershocks. It's not until his grip on my hand relaxes and he lets go that I realize I'm still holding his dick.
For some reason, it takes a lot of mental effort to release it. "I told you," I say, running my index finger along his still-hard shaft for the last time as I remove my hand, making it twitch. "I'm not a total rookie."
Liam slouches even lower on the sofa, upper body stretching as he folds his hands behind his head. If he's noticed his hand is dripping with cum, he doesn't care. "Anywho," he says, each syllable stretching to infinity as he looks me over, eyes dropping leisurely from my face, to my bare chest, only to land on my lap, where my dick is still trying to prison break my jeans. "How about we take care of that?"
A sound I'm not proud of escapes me, and I make sure not to look like a spooked-out bunny as I shoot to my feet because I swear his tongue makes an appearance as he says it, running along his upper lip, and I just want to…Jesus. I somehow manage to push it out of my brain as I spin on my heel to face him. "That, my dearfriend, you'll have to earn."
And before he can melt me into a puddle with his heated gaze still lingering around my crotch, I walk around the sofa to grab my t-shirt from the floor.
Liam drops his head back, putting it on the backrest, looking at me upside down as I pull my shirt back on. "You sure?"
Sure that I don't want to come in my pants before you even have the chance to take them off, I'm so turned on?
"Positive." My t-shirt ends way too high to have any chance of even partially covering the bulge in my pants, so Ihave no chance but to wear it proudly as I walk around again, stopping right in front of Liam, and folding my arms over my chest to maintain even a shred of confidence. "Like I said, we're going on a date first." He immediately opens his mouth, so I add, before he has a chance to speak, "And that's that."
Liam's mouth falls closed, and he raises an eyebrow, a soft smirk appearing on his face, even though he's trying to pull the corners of his mouth downward to conceal it. Looks like his face control isn't all that great post-orgasm. Good to know.
"Yes, boss."
I give him a sharp nod, making sure not to break character, and turn to leave, not before giving his groin one last goodbye-glance, my balls tingling at the sight. Who the fuck knew the sight of a man's spent, deflating cock could be arousing. I'm halfway to the door when I stop and do a sharp one-eighty, lifting up a finger. "Oh, and one more thing. This"—I make a circular gesture right in front of me—"is not a face of regret. I'mnotembarrassed,notsecond-guessing myself, andnothaving doubts. And I'm calling you from the car—my number better be whitelisted by then, or else I'm taking a U turn, and this time, it won't end so pleasantly for you. Got it?"
Still reclined in his spot, Liam manages to look at me for about two seconds before laughter erupts from deep inside his lungs. "Yes,boss," he repeats.
I spend the way home pondering if I'll ever manage to make that threat even remotely true.
Chapter Nine
Xander
"DUUUDE. DO YOU know what time it is?" Blake's lazy voice greets me from the other side of the line the next morning, which, for me, is actually later tonight.
After I got home somehow—I still have no idea how I managed to drive back without crashing into a tree with my mind so…preoccupied—I worked out to get Liam out of my head and then feverishly jacked off about seventeen times when the former failed. It was already dawn, so I decided to skip the night altogether, pumped myself full of espresso once again and waited a perfectly appropriate amount of time, so that now… "It's eight AM," I inform Blake. "Middle of the day."
"Right, Mr.Never-wake-me-up-before-noon-you-cretin. What's up?"
I take a rapid inhale and then lose my steam once I remind myselfwhyI'm calling. I clear my throat and summon my caffeine-fueled courage. "I have questions."
"About?" Blake prompts, his voice still dripping with sleep.
I grab a stack of post-in notes and a pen from my desk drawer and place them before me, ready to diligently document his teachings like the straight-A student I am. "Sex. Well,actually," I add when Blake starts choking on something. His own spit, probably. "Gay sex, to be exact. Tell me everything."
The line goes silent. I move my phone to look at the screen. Did I lose him? "Hello?"
"I'm sorry," he finally says, so I put the phone back to my ear. "I was busy collecting my jaw from the floor. What the fuck did you just say?"
I grab the pen and recline in my chair. I knew he'd take some convincing. "You heard me. I want to know all I need to know."
“Butwhy?"
"Reasons. Chop chop."
"Can't you just…I don't know. Google it?"
