Page 104 of Point Proven
Ithink I punished myself with that car ride, my cock hard and fucking throbbing by the time I parked the truck in the garage.
Assisting Liam into the house had been difficult, not because of the crutches, but because of our raging erections—our need to devour one another the instant we touched. With that torture almost unbearable, somehow I’d secured, locked the door,andbrought Liam upstairs to our bedroom.
We were eager to start, quickly discarding our clothes. Liam sat on the bed, but kneeling in front of him, I didn’t want this to be like our times before. I wanted this to bedifferent.
Glancing up at him, my palms settled on his thighs, thumbs brushing across his skin. “Liam?”
His coffee-brown irises greeted me. “Hm?”
“I… want to do this differently. I know you like to be degraded and… and you like it rough, but I want this time to be special. I want to worship every inch of your skin until it burns with my imprint. Liam, I want… want to take my time memorizing you.”
A softened smile sent the corners of his mouth sailing upward. “I-I think I would like that…”
“Yeah?” Pressing a kiss to his knee, I trailed my lips upward, peppering him with every ounce of love I felt for him. “I love you, Liam. Even more than before, if it’s even possible.”
Lifting a hand, he ran his fingers through my slightly grown hair. “I love you, Simon. To the moon and back and until the last star in the galaxy burns into abyssal nothingness.”
Tears brewed as I continued my path, kissing every blemish, every past scar, whether visible or not, that he carried. “And I love you, Liam, for as long as this life grants me. Even after, I’ll continually find you, because there’s no one else for me but you.”
Pressing my hand against his chest, I guided him to lie down. Back pressed against the comforter, I hooked my arm around his thighs, careful to avoid his injury. With a gentle shove, I brought his ass to the edge of the bed as I spread his legs.
“You’re beautiful, Liam. Every single part of you is enamoring, and no part of you should feel ashamed. You’re a brilliant light that’s reshaped my entire existence.”
He craned his head down to look at me. “I need you, Simon.”
I brought a finger to my lips. Swirling my tongue around the digit, I removed it as a string of drool clung to it. Wrapping it around my finger, I pressed it against his entrance. “Okay, but we’re taking this slow. It’s been a minute, and I’m not going to hurt you.”
His back immediately arched at the simple touch. “Mmmf.Simon.”
Sliding inside until my knuckle was covered, I hummed, enjoying the further arch of his back and his continued groan. “There you go, sunshine. Just like that.”
With his cries heightening, I started pumping, pressing against his walls with each slow thrust. I needed to stretch him thoroughly before he took my cock. And with each torturous glide, I spread him a little wider. “My good boy. You’re doing perfectly.”
“F-Fuck!” he moaned headily, his lids fluttered as his lips parted. “Oh, oh,oh…”
“I’m going to add a second, but you be a good boy and keep breathing like you’re doing.”
Keeping the first one inserted, I slid back enough for my middle finger to greet my pointer. On his exhale, I glided both in and parted them as each finger rubbed against the opposite sides of his walls.
He cried out, his palms slapping against the comforter, the pleasure heavy in his timbre. “Shit,Sai…”
“You’re so good at this,” I praised, slowing down my pace to hit every spot. “God, you feel so good already.”
“I needyou.Fuck, please give me your cock,” he whimpered, lifting his head just enough to look at me. “Please, Daddy.”
“Fuck, Liam.” Removing them from his entrance, I stood, running my palms over his thighs. “I need you. Can you scoot back for me?”
Placing his palms against the bed, he moved to oblige my request. With his elbows pressed into the mattress, he looked at me with those blown-out pupils. “Is that better?”
“Mhm. Perfect listening.”
Gliding my hand to his lower thigh, I pushed it back to bend his leg. Knees digging into the bed, my fingers wrapped around my cock to guide it to his hole. Wetting my lips, I groaned as my crown pressed against him, dying to ram it inside, but not yet.
I brought my hand from his thigh to his mouth. “Sunshine, spit for Daddy.”
Gathering saliva, he obeyed, a thick layer coating my palm. With a string of spit still attached to his lips, he peered up at me beneath hooded brows. “My ass is so empty without you.”
Rubbing his saliva over my hardened length, I moaned. “Yes, it is. It’s begging for my cock, and I want to stuff you so full of my semen, Liam. I want it leaking while I fuck you slowly.”
