A Tangled Truth (Stonewall Investigations Book 3) Page 21

  I took a breath, swallowing Liam’s. The elevator doors dinged open. We stumbled out into Liam’s foyer, already working to take off each other’s clothes, my body hard and aching for his.

  I just wanted to be tangled in Liam for hours. Days. Years.

  Lifetimes.

  Still kissing, still caressing, we made our way into the living room, both of us in just our briefs—both of us bulging out of those briefs—cock heads leaking and rubbing.

  I wanted to get lost in Liam the same way a fisherman gets lost in the deep sea. Surrounded with a profound sense of happiness, I’d always know the way back to shore through Liam’s eyes alone, like he was my compass, the map traceable through the blinking night sky.

  We reached the couch, where Liam grabbed me by the hips and pushed me back. I trusted he had good aim and bounced on the cushion moments later. He was grinning as he climbed onto me and straddled me, his hands coming up my chest, stopping over my sensitive nipples. He knew how much I liked having my nipples played with. He licked his lips and came in for a kiss as he started to pinch and tweak and roll, shocks of pure pleasure snaking down from my chest, right down to my already tight balls. I moaned into the kiss as Liam ground his ass down on my bulge, rubbing the head of his wet cock against my stomach in the process.

  “Get these off,” I said, tugging on his black briefs, which looked like they were about to tear. Liam got up and pulled the briefs down, his thick, veiny cock springing free, the tip slick with precome. I leaned in and licked it off, grabbing the base and aiming it up so I could go up and down, up and down, rubbing my wet lips on the bottom of Liam’s shaft, licking and kissing and smiling up at the sexiest damn man alive.

  “Your turn,” he said, looking down between my spread thighs. I grinned, sucking him into my mouth while I lifted my ass off the couch, just enough to pull my briefs off. I kept looking up at Liam, who was clearly entranced by what he was seeing, and felt my hard dick slap against my belly, Liam’s cock leaking onto my tongue.

  “Fuuuck,” he said, his hands grabbing onto my head, his hips pushing forward and sinking more of his cock down my throat.

  He tasted so good. I couldn’t get enough. And it wasn’t just the taste of his precome that was working to undo me; it was the sounds he made, the twitches that would run through his thighs, the way his balls felt in my palm, how his scent was all over and all consuming and all I ever needed.

  I gave one more bob of my head and came up to stand, my hands on Liam’s hips, our hard cocks batting it out for space between us.

  “Come, let’s go to the bedroom,” I said, unable to hold myself back from kissing him.

  Tonight, I knew I wanted to give myself to Liam in a way I never had before, in a way that I’d never given myself to anyone before.

  29 Liam Wolfe

  “I want you inside of me,” I said in a break from our kiss. We were both fully nude now and standing in my bedroom, the lights dimly lit, a couple of candles flickering on the dresser, filling the room up with the scent of eucalyptus.

  “No,” Mark said, his voice commanding, almost surprising me. Seemed to surprise us both. He chuckled as we moved closer to the bed. “No, tonight I want you to fuck me.”

  That idea sent a throb through my already rock-solid cock. I hadn’t topped Mark before, but damn did I want to. And hearing him say it—fuck, that almost had me blow my load right then and there. I held back, thankfully.

  “Mmm,” I said, reaching down and grabbing us both in my hand, pushing our sensitive cocks together. “I’d love to.” I stroked, holding us both, my knees shaking underneath me. I could feel Mark’s cock leak precome onto mine. I pushed my hips, pressing his leaking head up against my skin, kissing him and swallowing the moan he gave me.

  “Good,” he said, moving down from my lips and kissing my neck before sucking flesh between his teeth, lighting my entire body on fire. “You’ll be the first.”

  The brakes were almost audible. I had no idea Mark had never bottomed before. With how good he was at sex, I had assumed he already tried it all.

  “Really? Wow,” I said.

  Mark looked up and I could see his cheeks getting pink under the stubble. “Yeah,” he said. “I brought it up a few times to Chris, my ex, but he was never interested.”

  I arched a brow. “God, I can’t believe he let all this go.” I kissed him. “You’re perfection, Mark. I want to have you every single way I possibly can.” I let my hands glide over the length of Mark’s body, from his powerful chest, down his side, over the curves of his hips, and back around to his firm ass. I held his cheeks in both my hands and squeezed before I spread, exposing Mark to the cool air. He licked his lips and kissed me, rubbing his cock on me, telling me just how badly he needed me without any more words needing to be said.

  I turned Mark around and pushed him down onto the bed. He bounced and moved back, giving me space to crawl on, my eyes pinned on his throbbing cock that pulsed in the air above his groin, a clear string of precome attached to his pubes. I leaned down and licked, cleaning him, tasting him. I cupped his already tight balls in my hand and tugged, licking my way up his belly, grazing my teeth along his pebbled nipples, sucking each one into my mouth and rolling, relishing in the moans and twitches and grunts Mark would give. He had a hand on his cock, and he was jerking, using his own precome as lube.

  I was pushed with a need to be between those legs, to be buried inside him while he stroked that fat cock of his. I leaned over to the nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and grabbed the slippery bottle of lube. Thankfully I managed to not drop it (this time) and squirted some onto my hand. I spread it on both our dicks, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from the both of us, before I put my slicked-up hand between Mark’s thighs, my fingers pushing in and feeling his velvety soft entrance quiver against my touch. He moaned and ground his ass harder onto my hand, my fingers slipping in without any resistance. He needed me, and he needed me bad.

  “Oh fuuuck, Liam, right there, baby, oh fuck.” Mark threw his head back as I pushed my finger in past the first knuckle. He was so warm and soft, so open to me and my touch. We were connected on a level beyond the physical. I curled my finger upward and massaged where I thought Mark’s prostate would be.

  I sent him to another dimension. His eyes rolled back, his hands balled up the sheets, and his mouth was open with his moan stuck in his throat. I continued to rub, watching his cock twitch and throb in the air. I knew if I so much as breathed on it, he’d blow, so I slowed it down. I went back to exploring him, teasing him with another finger, leaving his swollen P-spot for later.

  “That’s so good, Liam,” he said, his voice winding my core even tighter. “Please, Liam, fuck me. Be the first man inside me, Liam.”

  I wasn’t going to make him wait any longer. Hell, I didn’t want to wait any longer. I spread lube along my shaft, rubbing over the sensitive head, getting it nice and slick for Mark. I looked down, lining up my cock with his hole. He had his legs up on the bed, so I bit the skin of his knee as the head of my cock pushed in. His eyes opened wider, and he said some words that didn’t make much sense. It didn’t matter. Our bodies were speaking a language as ancient as time. I pushed in a little farther, deeper, keeping an eye on his expression and making sure there wasn’t any intense pain mixed in with the pleasure. I continued to go slow, sinking myself in inch by throbbing inch. The heat that enveloped me was almost overwhelming. I wanted more of it. All of it.

  When I thought he was ready, I rocked my hips forward hard, plunging in so that my balls pressed against the crack of his ass. He cried out and dropped his head back. He grabbed his hard cock, jutting up and needy for attention, and started jerking himself off while I slowly pulled back, making sure I didn’t completely pull out of him.

  “God, Liam, that feels so good,” he said, his voice rough, a tone that drove me absolutely fucking wild with desire.

  I dropped down, my cock still plugging him up. My lips found his. We kissed, soft and powerful. I
had never felt such a level of connection with anyone. This was a heavenly way to spend the night. To spend a lifetime.

  I continued to slowly rock into him, taking every sensation in like it was a direct hit of dopamine. “Fuck me harder, Liam. Do it.”

  I gave him what he asked for. I started thrusting harder. I found a smooth rhythm and stuck with it, fucking him so that we both saw stars in our vision. Both our worlds were colliding for a finale that was sure to blow a hole through the universe.

  I was pounding into him. Skin on skin slapped and echoed in the room. Our moans transformed, turned animalistic. Mark was yelling things I’d never heard him say before, his knuckles white as he clutched the sheets. My balls were close to emptying; I could feel it in the heat blooming from them, spreading through my thighs, my ass, my back. My entire body was catching fire. I was getting so close to coming, to giving Mark everything I fucking had.

  “Keep fucking me, Liam, oh fuck, baby, that— yes, yes, yes!”

  Mark’s ass tightened around me as I thrust into him. I looked down and saw his pulsing cock spurt rope after rope of come across his belly, onto his chin, splattering on his chest, Mark’s hands still holding on to the sheets. His eyes were shut tight and his mouth set in a perfect O as his orgasm rocked through him while I continued to fuck him, slow this time. I watched as I pushed my cock in deep, his own reacting by throbbing and shooting out another rope. I was literally fucking the come out of him.

  I growled and licked some of it off his chin, swallowing the tasty load before going in for a kiss. I was going to burst. I felt it coming at me like a freight train.

  “Fuck, Mark, I’m going to come,” I said, holding Mark’s head in my hands as I kissed him, my toes already beginning to curl with the impending wave.

  “Do it inside me, baby.” He looked up at me with those magical eyes of his, and I completely unwound. I thrust one last time, burying myself deep inside him, pulling a throaty moan from the both of us, and I shot my load, an orgasm that literally took my breath away. I twitched and spasmed with every tidal wave that crashed onto me. Mark’s hands were on my chest, which honestly might have been the only thing keeping me on this earth. That and the fact that I was still balls-deep inside him, which also prevented me from floating up into a land of pure fucking bliss.

  I collapsed onto Mark’s sweaty, come-covered chest, catching my breath. I started to giggle, which caught to Mark, and we both began giggling like we’d both taken a puff of that giggle green. It evolved into a few full-on laughs. I kissed Mark, loving how he tasted—like sex and candy. I couldn’t keep my lips off him. Not now, not for the walk to the shower, not even during the shower, where I continued to kiss him like it was going out of style. His cheeks, his jawline, his shoulders, his neck, his chest. I kissed him all over, and I still wanted more.

  “I love you so much,” I said as we made our way back to bed, steam from my bathroom floating out into the room with us.

  Mark answered with a smiling kiss as we fell down onto the bed. We lay there, our open towels on the bed, our legs tangled together and our foreheads touching.

  “I feel like Jell-O,” Mark said, our lips meeting for another kiss.

  “I almost passed out. Literally. I saw stars.”

  “That would have been something,” he said, eyes twinkling and crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “My ass basically KOed you.”

  “Basically,” I said, matching his smile. “I can’t believe your ex never tried it, even though you asked. Not even once. What a dumb bitch.”

  Mark scoffed at that. “Yeah, but in a way, I’m kind of glad he didn’t.” Another kiss. “It was special, with you being the first.” One more kiss. “The last.”

  And then I said in an overly dramatic voice, “The one who holds all the infinity stones.”

  A moment of silence before we both started to crack up. “Sorry,” I said, “You just started sounding a little like the guy who narrates my movie trailers.”

  “Asshole,” Mark said, squeezing my ass and kissing me with a smile on his face. He smelled like the vanilla and lavender soap we had just used.

  “I’m glad, too,” I said when our laughs simmered down to chuckles. I pulled him in, holding him even tighter against me, our naked, still-damp bodies pressed together. I looked into those dual-colored eyes of his and an inexpressible feeling came over me. The only thing that came close was “I love you, Mark.” And that barely even scraped the surface. “I fell in love with you years ago and never fell out of it. So yes, I’m so fucking glad you didn’t share your first time bottoming with the human embodiment of a dumpster site.”

  Mark scoffed at that. “You’re really going in, aren’t you?” he said, our lips brushing together, his breath caressing my face.

  “I’m about to go in all right,” I said, grinning, going in and sucking Mark’s bottom lip between my teeth. He gave a little moan, just what I was looking for, and I let go, my love bite transforming into another kiss. Between us, both our cocks were stiffening again, shifting and finding space against each other, heat beginning to radiate and pulse.

  There was a round two, in which Mark again took me like a pro. He went from never having bottomed before to wanting me inside him, hitting him at every angle. He was always rock hard while I was inside of him, too, which was so fucking hot to play with while I kept claiming his ass. He rode me like a drunk sorority girl latching onto a mechanical bull at their yearly social, looking for her future frat husband. That was Mark. He had me lying down so he could bounce on it. He wanted to be bent over the bed so I could take him while I was standing, holding him down. The reverse cowgirl was one of my favorites, letting me watch as I disappeared into Mark’s tight hole.

  There was more, much more, and by the end of it, we were both fully spent. We didn’t even bother with a full shower, just soaping up and washing off at the sink like two little birds, and then we were off to bed, collapsing onto the comforter in heaps. We chuckled and kissed and got in under the covers, our naked bodies fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces, two Legos who’d never let go.

  “Wow,” Mark said, his hands slowly gliding over my side, sending warm chills everywhere he touched. “You’ve got a magic stick, you know that?”

  “Like the Fifty Cent song?”

  “Exactly,” Mark said. “I didn’t want to be too vulgar.”

  “Oh no? Weird,” I said, grinning. “You weren’t worried about vulgarity ten minutes ago when you were yelling for me to stuff you with my thick, juicy cock.”

  Mark’s eyes opened wide, his smile growing. “I said that, didn’t I?” He laughed and kissed me, his lips tasting so damn sweet. “You’re that good. You get me talking like a porn star.”

  “It was hot,” I said, “I’ve never had such explosive sex before. I never even knew sex could feel that good. It’s crazy.”

  “That’s what good chemistry does,” Mark said. The lights were still on in my bedroom but only set to a quarter of their full brightness. Still enough light for Mark’s eyes to glow under.

  “Pfft, this is more than chemistry,” I said. “This is some destiny shit. Like full on, fate had her fingers up in here and put two soul mates together again. I don’t think it’s just some simple ‘we like the same things on Netflix’ type of chemistry going on here.”

  Mark nodded, his eyes locked on mine. “I agree. This is something that feels meant to be.”

  “It does.” I smiled wider and kissed him, until a series of vibrations from the top of the dresser caught our attention.

  “That’s my phone,” Mark said. “I think it’s an email. Let me just check real quick.”

  “Yeah, of course,” I said, kissing Mark again before he rolled out of bed, getting up butt-ass naked and looking like a fucking snack. His ass was so perky and bubbly, and he had those two little dips of muscle in his lower back that made my mouth water. He walked over to the dresser on the far side of the room by the window. Outside, it was a cloudy night sky with
a half-crescent moon breaking through every now and then.

  “Hey,” Mark said, drawing my eyes up from his ass to his face. “I never noticed this photo before.”

  He was holding a frame, and he wouldn’t have noticed it before because I only just put it up on the dresser. Before, it was hidden away in my closet, buried at the bottom of a big opaque plastic box, the blue lid holding down a bucket of memories, most all of them painful.

  I sat up in bed. Mark walked over and sat down next to me, still holding the golden frame. Inside it was a photo, slightly faded at the corners but still in good condition overall. Two beaming young boys were standing in ankle-deep snow, each holding a brightly colored shovel, each bundled up in thick coats and pants. Behind them was an equally happy woman, her big bright orange-blonde hair looking like a halo around the sun, framing one of the kindest faces I’d ever known. One of the boys looked remarkably like the woman behind them; the other was the owner of the most interesting pair of eyes in the world.

  Instantly, I felt my cheeks get wet. This was why I kept those photos hidden. Because it felt like a stab in the heart, knowing it was a memory I couldn’t share with one of the people in that photo, even though she was alive and breathing.

  Mark’s hand fell on the nape of my neck and he rubbed, knowing it was one of my favorite spots. I breathed and smiled, finding the happiness in the memory and holding on to that, instead of focusing on the negative from the present. “We built a snowman boy band that day. What was it called?” I asked.

  “Thirty-Two Degrees, how could you forget?”

  “Of course, of course. The freezing point of water.” I laughed at that. “God we were so smart.”

  “I think that one actually came from your mom’s list of suggestions. Don’t go taking her thunder.”

  “That’s right, she did throw that one out there.”

  I heard a sniffle. “Liam,” Mark said, his voice cracking for a brief moment, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. When the Alzheimer’s was diagnosed, when you had to take care of her. I wish I could have taken care of you during that.”