like you just got your first commissioned portrait.”
He pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “Not the first.”
“What?” I thought about it and realized he was probably confused by my terminology. “Well, the first sale wasn’t commissioned since she’s buying a piece you already had finished.”
Liam rolled his eyes as if I was being dense. “I know.”
“Know what?” Apparently, he was right. I was dense.
“You were my first.” He walked to the closet and pulled out a small canvas.
I couldn’t see the front, but I instantly knew what it was. It was the painting I’d asked him to do of me. I’d been so busy working on his website that I forgot about the portrait, and I never saw him working on it. Not once. “When did you…”
He shrugged and turned it to face me. “At night. When I missed you…I painted you.”
I stared at the canvas and felt my eyes start to water. “It’s amazing.” It truly was. The man in the picture was much better looking than me…but it was an uncanny likeness. Like my better-looking twin brother. “It’s so good.”
He handed it to me. “Just like you.”
Twenty-One
With Liam sleeping in my bed every night, it didn’t take long for our physical relationship to hit yet another milestone.
I was nervous to introduce Liam to porn until I knew he would understand it wasn’t real and that we didn’t have to do any of the stuff we saw…unless we both wanted to. But after the third night of sleeping with his naked body curled up against mine all night long, I couldn’t put it off any longer.
“There’s a different kind of movie I want to watch tonight.” I’d spent an hour searching for the right movie that was sweet and tender but made it very clear exactly what all the parts did and how they worked together. “It’s about naked people and some of the stuff they do together.”
“Okay.” He smiled and reached for the hem of his shirt to take it off.
I stilled his hand and looked at him with a serious expression. “But we don’t have to do what they do. If you want to, we can. But we don’t have to.”
He gave me a quizzical expression but he nodded. “Okay.”
We both got undressed, and I logged in to my favorite porn site to start the movie. I pulled a box of the condoms Avery gave me out of the nightstand, along with some lube, and placed them within easy reach.
Liam watched my every move but didn’t ask questions. He trusted I would take care of him—in every way possible.
I covered us up with a throw blanket from our waists to our feet. I was afraid if I were staring at Liam’s perfect cock, I wouldn’t last more than a minute or two into the movie. He often had the same problem. But since this was as much a “how-to” video as an aphrodisiac, we needed to take our time. I set a goal of at least twenty minutes of watching with our eyes only, no hands or mouths, before letting him take things further…if he wanted to.
This wasn’t one of those movies with a cheesy plot and lame lines. This was old-school where two guys just walked into a room with a bed and started going at it. Both men were exceptionally attractive, as was often the case on this website, and they had real chemistry. Even though it was a job and there were probably fifty people on the set watching them, you could almost feel their strong affection in the way they looked at each other.
It was the way Liam looked at me. And how I looked at him.
A blond guy immediately sprawled out on the bed and lifted his legs wide so the camera could zoom in on his balls. When he rolled up onto his shoulders, his pink asshole was on full display.
The guy with brown hair dropped to his knees and dove in face first, eating out the other guy’s ass with enthusiasm before he stood up and aimed his ten-inch cock at the glistening hole.
My heart was racing for so many reasons. The scene was hot but I’d seen it before. What I was most anxious about was how Liam would react. Would he be disgusted? Aroused? Scared?
As if answering my unspoken question, he shoved the blanket down to his thighs then pulled my hand to his dick. “Please, Wyatt.”
“Of course.” I kissed him softly then began to slowly