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Alex pulled away. "What?"
"We have to stop getting into fights with Kingswell students."
"That's fair. I think we have better things to do." Alex winked.
"Oh do we?"
Alex nodded. "Let's go."
We turned and walked toward my room, the river loud behind us and Kingswell's lights sitting across the water on the far side, the other side, where they could stay.
Chapter 18: Alex
Liam locked the door behind us.
Then Liam turned around, standing by the bed, and looked at me.
"C'mere," he said.
I went. The bed was a step away and I crossed it and his hands were already on me, one at my jaw and one sliding under the hoodie — his hoodie — flat against the small of my back, pulling me in. He kissed me slow at first and then not slow at all, and I felt the whole long awful day start to burn off at the edges.
"I want to do the thing we haven't done," I said against his mouth. I'd planned to lead up to it. I didn't. It just came out. "Tonight. I want you to —"
"Yeah?" He pulled back an inch. His eyes were dark. "You sure? Today was a lot."
"I'm sure."
"Because if you're reaching for it to not feel the day —"
"Liam." I caught his wrist. Held it against my chest so he could feel how fast my heart was going. "I spent all morning in a room where I didn't get to choose a single thing. I want to choosethis. I've wanted it since Boston." My voice dropped. "I want you inside me. Stop making me say it twice."
Something flared in his face. He kissed me hard enough to back me into the wall.
"Okay."
He got the hoodie off me in one pull and dropped it on the floor and then his mouth was on my throat, that spot under my jaw he'd mapped weeks ago, and my hips pushed into his before I told them to. He walked me backward to the bed and I sat and he came down over me, and for a while it was just that. Hands and mouths, the heat building, the narrow mattress creaking, his weight a good kind of heavy on top of me.
He stripped my joggers off and then his own and pressed back down skin to skin, both of us hard, the contact pulling a sound out of me I didn't plan. He rolled his hips once, slow, dragging against me, and I grabbed his shoulder.
"You feel so good," I moaned.
"I'm just getting started." He grinned, that grin, the one that undid me. Then he kissed down my chest, my stomach, the line below my navel, and wrapped his hand around me and took my dick in his mouth, and my head went back against the pillow.
He'd gotten good at this. His tongue and his fist working me in the same rhythm, his free hand splayed on my hip holding me down, and I lost a couple of minutes to it, to the wet heat and the pressure. By the time he pulled off I was breathing hard. My cock throbbed letting out a drizzle of precum.
He took me deep one more time, then pulled almost all the way off — just the head of my dick resting on his tongue — and brought two fingers to his mouth, wetting them slow, his eyes locked on mine. Then his hand slid lower, between my legs, and his fingertips found me. Just rubbing. Slow circles against the tight ring of muscle, no pressure, just there. His mouth sankback down on me at the same time and my whole body came up off the bed.
"Fuck— Liam —"
He pulled off, grinning, but his fingers didn't stop. "Yeah. That's the idea."
"You're very sure of yourself," I managed, "for a guy who's never done this."
"Done plenty." That cocky tilt to his mouth, fingers still circling, slow and maddening. "Maybe not this exact thing." A little more pressure, and I gasped. "Not that different either. Same idea." He leaned up over me, mouth at my ear, his fingers never letting up. "So here's how tonight goes. I'm the expert. You do what I say."
Something in me just gave.
I can't explain what those words did to me. I'd spent my whole life being the one who decided, never once let go of the wheel, because letting go of the wheel was how people got hurt.
