Page 130 of Over the Line

He chuckled and flicked his tongue across my hole. “Yeah? You want to get fucked?” He picked just that moment to tease my balls with his fingertips, and the only response I managed was a string of curses. He laughed again. “That sounds like a ‘yes’ to me.”

“Yes. It is.” I rocked back against him. “Please?”

“Mmm, I love it when you’re this needy.” He sat up. “Don’t move,” he ordered, and my body was completely still. No conscious effort on my part—just every cell obeying him without thought.

Liam wasn’t so immobile. He sat up, the mattress shifting a little under both of us, and the click of the lube bottle had me even dizzier with need.

Of course he didn’t give me what I wanted quite yet. No, where was the fun in that? Instead, he fingered me open like this was my first time ever bottoming. Did I need it? No. Did he take his time and reduce me to a trembling, begging mess again? Yes, he fucking did.

“You are such a tease,” I gritted out.

“Uh-huh.” He crooked his fingers just right to make my vision blur. “And you love it.”

I did—I couldn’t lie. But I also hated it.

“Liam…”

“Hmm?” Fucking hell, he sounded so thoroughly pleased with himself. “Something wrong? Because you seem to be enjoying this.”

Oh, I could see how he thought that; I had fistfuls of covers now, and I couldn’t help rocking back on his fingers. My own cock was rock-hard, and I wavered between needing some friction and knowing I’d go off the second I touched myself. “Liam…”

He slid his fingers free. I thought he’d push them back in just to be an ass, but then I heard the sound of him stroking lube onto himself. I bit back an “oh thank God, finally” because I knew that would just earn me more teasing.

And then—oh thank God, finally—he guided himself to my hole. Just that initial blunt pressure drew a groan out of me because I couldn’t wait to have every inch of him buried in me.

Liam’s breath stuttered, and as he pushed inside, he whispered hoarsely, “Fuck, I’ve been wanting this for days.”

I could barely think, never mind speak, but I managed, “M-me too.” I let my head fall forward. “Jesus Christ, Liam…”

He swore softly, and he ran his hand up and down my back as he withdrew, then pushed in again. I was taking him easily thanks to him prepping me for three business days, but he still moved glacially slowly.

“That’s so good,” I whined. “Fuck…”

“You feel perfect.” He sounded out of breath. “Baby…”

“S-so do you.”

He so did. Every stroke he ever took, whether slow and fluid or hard and feral, lit up every nerve ending exactly right. His perfectly average dick was the perfect size, as if it had been designed for no other purpose than to fit inside me and drive me into the stratosphere.

His fingers twitched on my hips as he took a full millennium to sink all the way inside. Once he was fully seated, buried all the way to the hilt, I thought he’d started slamming into me, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned down, wrapping his arm around my midsection, and kissed my shoulder.

In my ear, he rasped, “Any chance you’re up for two rounds tonight?”

My elbows almost buckled. “M-maybe?” I licked my lips. “Probably?”

Another soft kiss landed on my shoulder. “Mmm, because that’s going to determine how hard I fuck you the first time around.”

This time it was my spine that almost buckled. I shivered, croaking, “Oh, God…”

A hot breath of laughter rushed across my neck. Sliding his hand down my belly, he purred, “I want to come in you. Like… now.” He shivered this time, groaning softly as he started moving ever so slowly in and out. “But I also want to fuck you six ways from Sunday until we can’t move. Just…” He sucked in a sharp breath. “God, Garrett, I am too fucking horny for anything but a quickie.”

I closed my eyes, trying to like hell to reclaim my equilibrium. “Jesus Christ…”

“Tell me what you want,” he half-commanded, half-pleaded. “Because I don’t want you to be too sore for more if⁠—”

“Fuck me till you come,” I begged. “And then fuck me again for as long as you can.”

The shuddering breath he released almost had me coming. Withdrawing slowly, he murmured, “Neither of us is going to be able to move tomorrow.”