ass.
“Fuck yeah.” He breathed out harshly, adjusting to its girth before turning his head and placing his open mouth on Liam’s neck.
“Fuck,” Liam muttered.
Spencer sucked the skin there and tongued the man’s jugular. Then Liam moved and Spencer let his head fall back when the hot, thick cock drove into him. Before he could think, his legs were lifted by the back of his thighs and his knees were pushed outward, spreading him wide. He gripped the bedsheets near his hands, tossing his head back and forth with each thrust.
When Liam paused and pulled out, a growl welled up.
Liam smiled, meeting his eyes, and scooted back. Hands brought his legs together and then he was rolled onto his stomach.
Oh fuck…he moaned, pressing his face into the pillow when his legs were spread and Liam was there again sliding deep. He wouldn’t last long in this position.
Liam gripped him by the waist and Spencer went up on his knees, his chest to the bed, and fisted the sheets by his head.
Liam slid in deep, the thick rod taking up every inch inside of him until he wanted to scream. Liam slid out slowly and then repeated the move. Only this time when he sank deep, he stayed there and gyrated on his ass.
So fucking deep. Spencer groaned again. Over and fucking over, Liam toyed with him. Fucking him so deep and so teasingly before reaching below his hips and gripping his balls in his fist.
Liam squeezed his balls and Spencer let go. He fucking flew. His body convulsed and his cock jerked between his legs, spilling seed onto the comforter beneath him.
Letting go of his balls, Liam grabbed him hard and started pounding in his ass and all he could do was ride out his orgasm until he was spent.
With one final thrust, Liam rolled forward, placed his mouth on his shoulder, and then jerked and spasmed, finding his own release.
After a moment, Liam eased free and Spencer stretched his legs out. Soon after, Liam was back and sprawled across his torso.
Liam fit perfectly there.
Spencer fell onto his back with a gasp.
They’d gone at it several times, moving from the bed to the shower and then back to the bed. His cock was as sore as his ass, but he wouldn’t change anything. Not one single bit of it, and he wondered if Liam felt the same.
Rolling his head to the side, he found the man’s beautiful profile and traced the strands of gray hair threading through dark with his eyes.
There was a fourteen year age difference between them, but he’d never felt closer to another human being in his life.
“You want to talk?” Liam’s voice was a soft rumble.
“Do we have to?” He glanced up.
Liam’s expression was guarded and after a moment, the man’s lips twisted into a crooked smile. “No, not yet.”
“Then later, okay?” He swallowed around the lump in his throat.
“Okay.” The smile grew until it filled Liam’s eyes.
Spencer pulled Liam close, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Liam placed his chin on his arm and then traced the tip of his finger over the ink on his chest.
“And this?”
He glanced down at the bird he had tattooed above his left pectoral.
“I got it when I was sixteen, way too young, but the artist was a friend,” he admitted sheepishly.
“I love it.”
He gazed down at the tattoo. “Me too.”
“Is there a story behind it?”
“When I was little, there used to be this bird feeder in the neighbor’s yard right outside my window. Every morning, the birds would come and eat their fill before flying away.” He paused and then took a deep breath before he continued. “I wanted so badly to be one of them so I could fly away too.”
It had been bearable when his dad came around, but when his father stopped coming, things had spiraled. The life he’d once known became a shithole of stale cigarettes and strange men his mother brought home.
When Liam stayed quiet, he continued talking. “They divorced when I was eight. My dad used to come around every other week and pick me up and take me away from the nightmare that was my mother.”
“Did he know?”
“No, I lied. I thought that if he knew how awful it was he’d stop coming around. It didn’t matter, he stopped anyway.” He shrugged.
Liam frowned. “Wait…So, Wesley is your half-brother?”
“No. They tried to make a go of it when I was fourteen. She’d been sober for five months. They hooked up and she got