Page 78 of Over the Line

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I ordered, moving off him.

His eyebrows flicked up, and his eyes gleamed with even more hunger. “Yeah?” As he started to sit up, he grinned. “You going to put that mouth to work?”

“You better believe it.”

He shifted onto the side of the bed as I moved to the floor. Once he was situated, I knelt between his massive thighs and stroked his thick erection. He bit his lip and dragged his fingers through my hair.

I flashed him a grin, and then I got to work. It had been entirely too long since I’d sucked dick, and I couldn’t get enough. Especially since I was finally sucking Liam’s dick. I loved the salt of his skin. Loved the sounds he made. Loved everything about this.

Now that I had him in my mouth, I was still as unhurried as before. I savored every inch of him between my lips and across my tongue, and I reveled in every gasp and every murmured curse. Wild, bed-breaking sex was fun, but this was what I lived for—spending an absolute eternity driving someone wild.

He leaned back on one arm, putting those six-pack abs on gloriously fully display. His other hand rested in my hair, fingers twitching but not pulling and not pushing my head down.

“God, Garrett,” he moaned, gripping my hair with unsteady fingers. “I love that.”

I hummed around him, then ran my tongue down his cock. When I teased his balls, he sucked in air, his whole body tensing, which carved deeper lines between all those impressive muscles. Holy fuck, this man was utterly stunning, and I was dizzy with the realization that he got even hotter the more I turned him on. That I was doing this to him.

My jaw ached, my neck was getting tired, and I’d lost feeling in my feet, but I could not have cared less. I was staying down here until I’d wrung every bit of pleasure out of Liam.

“Please, baby…” he whimpered. “Oh God, I want to come so bad.”

I moaned because holy fuck, now I wanted to come, too. I had to give myself a couple of pulls just to calm down as I kept licking and stroking him to the edge. His breathing was uneven and sharp now, my scalp burning as he tightened his fingers in my hair.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled. “God, yeah. I’m gonna come. You ready for me? You ready?”

I moaned again, flicking my gaze up to meet his, and the instant we locked eyes, he gasped and shuddered. The next instant, his cum rushed across my tongue, and I pumped his shaft as I swallowed every drop. His cries were music; I loved being able to turn this man on like this.

Getting up a moment later wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever done. My feet were asleep and my knees were pissed, so there was some creaking and cursing on the way up.

Liam winced, offering me his hand. “You okay?”

“Yep.” I grimaced as I shifted onto the bed and rubbed my left knee. “Probably stayed down there longer than I should have.”

“Oh. Shit. I’m—you could’ve come up if⁠—”

“Uh-uh.” I wrapped my arm around him and kissed him lightly. “I wasn’t coming up until you came. I don’t have any complaints.”

“But I don’t want you to be⁠—”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. Just say so if you’re not.” Liam settled over the top of me, and I was instantly in heaven. We were wrapped in each other’s arms, tangled up and kissing as we both caught our breath. His kiss was perfect, and I loved the softness of his hot skin beneath my palms as I memorized all his planes and angles with my hands.

He shifted onto his side and ran his fingertips down my chest and my stomach to my hip. When he closed his hand around my cock, I broke the kiss with a gasp.

His breath was warm against my neck as he murmured, “Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you?”

I arched, squirming from both his touch and his words, and I thrust into his fist. “You—you have?”

“Uh-huh.” He paused to nibble my earlobe as he continued his slow, decadent strokes. “So much I’ve wanted to do. I come so fucking hard when I think about coming in you—ungh, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

I could barely breathe, but I managed, “Fuck. I think… I think about you too. All the time.” I managed a semi-drunken laugh. “Surprised I haven’t given myself tennis elbow.”

Liam’s laugh was soft, a warm breath across my neck just before he kissed beneath my jaw. “Do you want that? You want me to ride you until I blow my load?”

I shuddered hard from both his dirty mouth and the thought of him making good on his filthy suggestion. “God, yes.”

“Yeah?” He tightened his grip and pumped me a little faster. “Jesus, fucking Christ, I want… I don’t have it in me tonight, but my God, I want to fuck you, Garrett.”