I walk into the kitchen, with the goal of making a coffee. Liam was stood at the sink washing some dishes, including some of mine, which I appreciated. “Morning,” He greeted, giving me a sleepy half-smile. I smiled back at him. “How are you feeling, now that Mia moved out? Lonely?”
I put the kettle on to heat up, as I replied. “A little bit, but I’ve still got you and Jasper to keep me company. Sucks being out numbered though.” I joke, standing in the corner as I wait for the water to boil. I watch the muscles in his arms move as he scrubs some of the burnt bits from last nights dinner off the pan.
“Well, technically, Jasper usually works nights so only one of us is here at a time. We’re evenly matched.” He puts the pan back in the water, and reaches beside me to grab the tea towel. As he dries his hands, he doesn’t move away, and I feel the body heat radiating off him from the closeness. “Speaking of matched…” He takes a breath, still fiddling with the tea towel. “I was swiping on Tinder yesterday, and you came up.” He puts the tea towel back, but left his hand there on the bench, his arm so close to me but not quite touching. I look up at him, laughing nervously.
“Did you swipe right? It would be a bit rude if you didn’t,” I joke, feeling my face go hot. He continues just looking at me, cocking his head to the side slightly. “I haven’t used it for a while, honestly I only made the account after Elliot and I broke up because I needed a rebound. Not that it really worked.”
“Why didn’t you just ask one of us?” He asked, moving back slightly. I stared at him quizzically.
“Well, I’d only just moved in a couple of weeks before. Plus, I didn’t want to mess anything up and make the situation awkward if it didn’t go well, cause I don’t think I could’ve done anything serious at the time, honestly I still don’t know if I ever could. We were together for over five years, and I just can’t bear to think of doing it all over again just to have it end so badly.” I crossed my arms over my chest, now very aware that I hadn’t put a bra on before coming out. This seemed to draw his attention to that fact too, and he let his eyes linger for a second before looking back up at my face.
“So you don’t need a rebound anymore? It’s been what, 4 months since you broke up?” He took a half step closer to me, keeping eye contact.
“I mean… I gave up looking, decided to learn how to do things for myself instead, if you catch my drift.” I heard his sharp intake of breath as he looked down again, my arms now down by my side. We stood in silence for a moment, him looking everywhere but my face, and me trying to think of a joke to break the silence.
“I can do casual.” He states, finally looking at me again. Now it was my turn to avoid his gaze.
“Oh, I’m flattered Liam, really, but I just don’t think it would work. As I said, I don’t think I could be in anything even close to a relationship right now, and we’re such good friends I wouldn’t want to ruin it.” I replied, but even just thinking about it I could feel the moisture building up.
“Okay, if you’re just not attracted me in that way, and you just see me as a friend, that’s totally fine and we can pretend this conversation never happened. But if you’re just scared of what might happen, I swear it’ll be totally fine, it’s just sex! And if you want to see other people at the same time, I’m cool with that. Or if our casual thing turns less casual for you later and you had feelings for me, that’s cool too, we can just date then! But can we just focus on the now? I swear nothing bad will come of it.” He took a breath after his ramble, steadying himself. I didn’t know what to say. He took another step closer, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes as he was pressed against me. I could feel the hard warmth of his cock against my stomach, and looking into his eyes I realise this wouldn’t just be for me, it would be for him.
“You’re serious?” I ask, just to double check. He chuckled, brushing my hair from my face and using his hand to guide my head downward. I could see his bulge through his pajama shorts, and I ached to wrap my mouth around it. “Okay.”
“What?” He asked, the hand in my hair clenching as he tensed. I glanced up at him, and he was staring at me so intensely it took my breath away.
I teased the top of his waistband with my fingers, gliding back and forth, and dipping in just enough to feel his pubic hair. His hands fell to my hips, gripping tightly. “Don’t play with me- you really want to do this?” I slowly nodded, but looking up I saw his eyes were closed and brows furrowed. With a light smile, I let my finger gently brush his tip before taking my hands away entirely. He pulled my hips into him with a grunt, resting his forehead on mine. “Please?”
“Yes, Liam.” I said, with all the seriousness that I could muster. He brought his mouth to mine and picked me up so that I could wrap my legs around him as he walked out of the kitchen.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth this morning,” I said, breaking this kiss. He just shook his head as he pressed his lips to mine again.
“You think I give a shit right now?” He said, turning to the right to open his door. “Wait, would you be more comfortable in your room, rather than mine?” He paused, looking at me for my reaction. I liked that he cared, but he could ask me to do this on the kitchen floor and I would’ve said yes.
“You think I give a shit right now?” I mimic, and he chuckles at me as he lays me down on the bed. He hovers over me, continuing our heated make out session as he lets his hands wander. First, to my boobs, causing me to wimper as his warm thumbs graze my hard nipples. I haven’t been touched by someone else in months, and fuck did it feel good. One of his hands slid further down, until it was between my legs, and he slowly traced the outline of my clit through my pajama pants.
“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are through the fabric.” He moaned, pressing harder against me. He quickly slid his hand beneath the fabric, gliding a finger from my dripping pussy up to my clit, circling and teasing me. My hands were gripped tightly in the sheets beside me as I watched him. I almost couldn’t believe we were doing this, but god I didn’t want him to stop. Staring into my eyes, he slid one finger in, stroking my G spot with each thrust. I moaned, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head in pleasure. He stopped, pulling his hands from me abruptly and standing. I open my eyes to see him struggling with the button on his pants because his hands were to slippery.
“Here,” I say softly, sitting up at the end of the bed to help him. I pop the button through and his pant fall to the floor, his erection standing 7 inches tall. I watched with hunger as a bead of pre cum dripped down his cock. Maintaining eye contact, I leaned forward to lick it up, following the trail to his tip, where a little more spilled out. I swirled my tongue around his head, savouring the saltiness.
“Fuck, Jess.” He moaned, wrapping his hands in the hair at the back of my head. I opened my mouth wider and relaxed my throat, taking him in completely, all at once. He moaned louder, and held my head in place as I slowly teased him with my tongue, enjoying the feeling of his cock at the back of my throat. He pulled himself out slowly, before thrusting back into my mouth. The small moans he let out each time were so hot, I could feel my pulse in my pussy. “Fuck, if we keep doing that, this is going to be over far too quickly.” He said, pulling himself out, but keeping his hands in my hair. He looked down at me, probably looking like a mess with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. “You’re still sure you want to do this? You can still back out if you want. I would just need a very long shower to recover.” I fight the urge to roll my eyes, and instead look at his cock, still dripping pre cum.
“Mmm, it’s either we do this now, or I have to spend the rest of the day having some quality time with some of my favourite dildos. Girls have needs.” I say, and he shakes his head at me.
“Promise me,” He starts, kneeling on the bed as I shuffle backward slightly to lay down again and he crawls toward me, “That if this goes well,” He reaches to take my shirt off, then throws it to the side, “And you enjoy yourself,” He takes his own shirt off, and it joins mine on the floor, “Any time you have needs,” He grips my waistband, slowly pulling my pants off, “That you will come get me. I don’t care if it’s 3am, I don’t care if I’m in the middle of something, or if I’m asleep, just come in and tell me you need me.” I was absentmindedly nodding and agreeing to whatever he was saying, I was too distracted by his toned stomach, and the way his cock swayed with each movement. “i’m serious, Jess.” We locked eyes as he climbed on top of me again, this time with nothing between us. My legs were spread wide open for him, and I could feel his cock hovering above my entrance. I pushed my hips toward him, but it wasn’t quite the right angle for him to go in. Instead, his tip grazed toward my clit, feeding my desire even more, and he hissed at the contact. “Promise me, Jess. Don’t use your dildos anymore, just use me.” He moved again to rub his tip against my clit as he stared into my eyes, waiting for an answer. I nodded in agreement, trying to push my hips into him in desperation. He chuckled, pulling away out of my reach and holding my hips down so I couldn’t move, “Use you words, baby.”
“I promise! I’ll come get you!” I moaned, gripping his wrists as if I’d be able to move them.
“Good girl,” He whispered, thrusting into me so deep it almost hurt. “FUCK!” We yelled in unison, and I almost came undone right there. He stilled for a moment, not daring to move.
“It’s okay, you didn’t hurt me,” I assured, when he still hadn’t moved after a couple more seconds. He shook his head, his long brown hair sticking up.
“I’m glad, but I just,” He took a deep breath, “I just need a second, otherwise…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but I knew where it was headed, and I loved the the affect I had on him. He still didn’t move, so I clenched my walls to tighten around him and I felt him tremble. He grunted, pulling himself almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Again, and again, and again. He was breathing deeply, focusing on not finishing before I do. I was already close, and each thrust brought me closer to the edge. I lifted my hips to meet his, taking him even deeper and he groaned. I didn’t want to lose whatever unspoken game it was that we were playing. I thrust upwards again, determined to make him cum, and he swore before holding my hips down again. “You can’t do that to me baby, not yet.” He continues pumping in and out of me as I was pinned down to the bed, and I can’t help but scream his name.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. Do you know how many time I’ve fantasised about you, screaming my name like that? God, Jess, you have no idea.” His eyes kept flicking between my face and the view he had of him pounding into me. For good measure, I moaned his name again, still trying to win our little game. I felt him twitch inside me, before he abruptly pulled out.
“No, please, Liam,” I wimpered, squirming beneath him. He stared into my eyes, shoving two fingers into my waiting pussy, and with each thrust he used his thumb to brush against my clit. My mouth opened in a silent scream as he increased his speed, and I could feel my orgasm building up. “Fuck, fuck, you- I’m- you win-I’m gonna-” I struggled to for a coherent sentence as I admitted defeat.
“Come for me baby,” He begged, and I screamed his name as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had crashed through my body. He moved his hand to rub my clit and I moaned louder as I felt myself start to squirt, “Yes baby, good girl,” He rubbed faster, and I gushed like a fucking hose.
He slammed himself back into me, and I felt too weak to move or help him in anyway. He didn’t need it though, his breaths were shaky and his thrusts uneven. “Fuck, Jess,” He moaned, stroking my hair with his clean hand. “I’m-” He barely started his sentence before I felt him twitch inside of me, and he pulled out to shoot his load on my stomach with a grunt. I reached to wrap my hand around his shaft, squeezing out any remaining cum that hadn’t come out and he moaned, looking into my eyes.
“Next time,” I start, swiping my finger across my stomach, “Cum inside me.” I state, sucking the cum off my finger as he watches.
He groans, burying his face in my neck. I feel him go hard again in my hand as his breath dances across my skin. But then he froze and looked back up at me, giving me the widest grin, “Next time?”
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