Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“That’s nice.”
“It was.”
“It’s always good to have dreams about friends, it’s… pleasant, you know—”
“I was fucking you,” I said, my voice rough and a little more forceful. “Hard.”
“Oh,” Liam said, moaning a little. The sound was fucking exquisite, and I felt my cock pulse slightly in my hand. I squeezed tighter, feeling the sensitive skin around my balls tighten up.
“I—think I need to make myself come, Liam. I should hang up.”
“No,” he said. “You should stay on the phone with me, actually.”
“This is bad,” I said, knowing I wasn’t going to stop.
“I know,” he said. “Can I admit something to you?”
“I don’t know if you should.”
“I don’t know if I should, either,” he said.
“You have to, now.”
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Tell me,” I commanded.
He pulled in a breath. “I wanted you to fuck me so badly yesterday,” he said.
My skin grew molten hot as I heard him say it.
“You… you what?” I whispered. Precum leaked from the tip of my cock.
“I know I shouldn’t tell you that. But I wanted it. It all came back to me, when you were leaning over me on the edge of the couch.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I said.
“You fucked me better than anyone did, Red.”
“That can’t be true,” I said, stroking myself again. “You’re a porn star. There’s no way you haven’t had better than me.”
“There is no one better than you,” he said. “I’ve had plenty of great sex, but you…”
He trailed off, but I knew exactly what he meant.
“We fit together,” I said, my voice low.
“God, we fucking did,” he said.
I bit my lip. “I wanted it, too,” I admitted. “Liam, you have no idea how good you are.”
“I am far from perfect,” he said.
“Well, maybe that’s why I always want you so much,” I said. “I mean… wanted you.”
It was strange to be talking about anything with Liam in the present tense. But he’d come screaming back into my life and at this point, I couldn’t help it.
“What are you talking about?” he said. “I thought I was some sort of charity case for you.”
“Fuck, no,” I said. “You’re rough around the edges, but Jesus, you’re more genuine than almost anyone else I’ve ever met. I always knew you were being real with me. Snarky asshole.”
He laughed, which turned into a light moan, almost like it was painful for him to hear a compliment. I heard him let out a slow breath, but he didn’t protest. My hand had been motionless around my cock and I started stroking it again, slowly but deliberately.
“When I felt you all hard up against my leg I almost lost it. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”
“You felt it?” he said.
“Of course I did.”
“I knew it had to be pretty obvious. I thought you might be upset.”
I sucked in air through my teeth. “Should have been. But I wasn’t. At all.”
I paused, feeling my pulse pounding in my throat, my chest, my dick. I was so tense I was about to explode.
There was no denying it anymore. None of this should have happened—the dream, the phone call, him moving to Amberfield. But here we were, in the middle of the night, admitting that we still craved each other.
“And you always took my cock so fucking well,” I said, my voice low, almost hoarse.
He moaned softly in response. “God.”
“What?”
“I have to make myself come,” Liam said. I could picture him there in his room, fist around his cock just like mine was. “God, fuck it. If… if you were here right now I would beg you to come inside me.”
“Christ,” I said. My cock throbbed in my fist and for a split second I thought I might lose it and come. I took a long breath in, staving it off.
“I’m sorry,” he said. There was that pleading in his voice, the kind he always used to get when he was begging for me, and it was doing all sorts of things to my brain.
“You don’t have to apologize,” I said.
“I do, though.”
“I’m so close. I almost just came, too,” I admitted, finally letting myself stroke my cock again.
“You can imagine that you’re coming inside me, instead,” he offered. “If you need to, you know. To… to help you finish.”
“Fuck, Liam, I’m not going to have any problems finishing,” I said, already feeling a little out of breath.
“I’m having trouble not finishing.”
“Me too.”
“I meant what I said, though,” Liam told me. “If you need an… an outlet, I’m right here. You can come fuck me anytime you need to, Red. God, I would let you do anything you wanted to me—”
I was so turned on I was going to explode.
Did he mean it? Did he really fucking mean that?
My whole body was burning hot now and I gave up trying to push away my orgasm, gripping myself and pumping as hard as I’d wanted to.