Chapter 133 I Want More Of Your Dick
I couldn’t sleep.
Hadn’t been able to since the shower. My skin still remembered every feel of him, every brutal thrust, the way he’d flooded me until I dripped for hours after.
My dick jerked in my pants every time I thought about it. I was hard again now and loose gray sleep shorts that did nothing to hide how badly I wanted him.
I needed some water.
The kitchen light was the only one turned on downstairs and it was three in the morning, according to the old grandfather clock in the living room. Mia had been snoring softly when I passed her door ten minutes ago.
I stepped in barefoot, shorts low on my hips, already half hard and erect just from the walk down the stairs.
Liam was at the fridge, back to me, no shirt, sweatpants riding dangerously low. He grabbed a beer, shut the door, turned…
And froze when he saw me.
“Couldn’t sleep huh?” he asked, voice low and rough, as he twisted the cap of his water bottle.
I shook my head. Took one step closer. Then another. Until I was close enough to smell the faint trace of his soap mixed with the warm scent of his skin but not close enough to touch just yet.
“You?”
“Same.” His eyes dropped to the front of my shorts. “You’re hard Caleb.”
“Yeah.” I stepped closer. “Been thinking about you. Non stop. If you wanted me just as much as I want you. If you still think about what happened in the shower… And if you still wanted it. Wanted me.”
He set the beer down. “Mia’s upstairs. Right above us.”
“I know.”
“You still want this? Here?” He growled, his voice turned rough as he tightened his grip on the drink he still held.
I reached out, palmed him through the sweatpants. He was thick and already stiffening under my hand.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re not playing fair.”
“I’m not playing at all. But I don't think that's what matters right now. What matters is,” I asked as I made a trail with my fingers from his bare, muscular chest to the little hairs disappearing into his sweat pants, “Is if you're gonna give me what we both want.”
His breathing turned hard and rough. “Oh yeah? And what do we want?”
I leaned in and whispered in his ears, “For you to fuck my ass right here, take me however you want, while your daughter sleeps unknowing upstairs.”
He grabbed my hips, spun me fast, bent me over the island. My chest hit the cold countertop.
“Hands flat,” he ordered. “Don’t move them.”
I obeyed. He yanked my shorts down to my thighs.
“Spread your legs.”
I did.
Wide.
He spat into his palm. Two fingers pushed in without warning.
I gasped. “Liam!”
“Quiet,” he growled against my ear, beard scraping my neck. “You want her coming down here? Seeing you like this?”
“No,” I whispered, pushing back onto his fingers. “Fuck, deeper.”
“Greedy tonight.” He added a third finger, twisting them. “Still so tight. Thought I opened you up good last time.”
“You did,” I panted. “But I want more. Always want more.”
He curled his fingers, hit that spot. My knees buckled right there and then.
“Fuck, right there.”