Discovering Dalton(28)

He quickly lost himself in the taste and smell of Liam, moaning as big arms wrapped around him, pushing him backwards until he found Liam straddling him, hands everywhere, mouth and teeth nipping and pulling at his lips, his jaw, his throat. When Liam sucked on his collarbone, Dalton arched into him, wanting to connect and feel that big body on him. Liam let his weight press Dalton into the sofa, his thighs being prised wider by one of Liam's knees. He groaned when he felt how stiff Liam was on his thigh.

He should’ve been thinking of the hundred different reasons to freak out, but all he thought about was how good Liam made him feel, how he wanted him, how Liam couldn’t get enough of him. He was as excited as Dalton, pushing against him, needing more. Dalton was aching when Liam’s cock pressed against his, leaving them separated by just their clothes. Dalton was about to melt with the heat created between them when Liam ran his hand up Dalton’s t-shirt, rolling his fingers over every inch of his taut stomach, humming in approval when he felt how tense and firm Dalton was.

“Dee, I need to see you. Let me take this off.” Liam pulled away from his mouth just long enough to rip the t-shirt from Dalton's body, and then he gazed appreciatively down at him. Dalton breathed in sharply when his thumb roughly ran over one of his nipples. Liam smiled and did it again. This time, Dalton arched into him, moaning louder. “Hmmm.” Liam bent down, licking his nipple then blowing on it, chuckling as Dalton hissed—the cold making his nipple go rock hard. “I love these, Dee. Look how hard they go.” Liam did it again then sucked hard, making Dalton fist his hair in his hands and hold him in place.

When he ignored Dalton’s physical pleas to stay where he was, Dalton threw him a glare, getting a sharp laugh back in response. “Liam.”

“What?” Liam smirked down at him. “Be vocal. Tell me what you need.”

“You know what I need.” Dalton pressed his mouth back against Liam, this time fighting hard to be in control.

Of course, he didn’t stay there long, and he was soon pinned beneath Liam, with one hand holding his wrists above his head, the other working his joggers over his hips. Both moaned when his erection sprang free, the colder air making Dalton painfully aware how hot and hard he was. He took a moment to join Liam as they looked at his leaking cock standing up between his thighs, rigid and flushed, his head red and swollen.

“Jesus.” Dalton took a long time to get this hard, simple kissing and jerking off didn’t do it for him, but with Liam, it was like a new world for him. “Liam.”

Liam looked into his eyes, a hunger in them Dalton enjoyed more than anything. Seeing how much Liam needed him, how he wanted his body, it made Dalton burn up even more. “Dee, lay back and let me suck you.”

Dalton shook his head, not knowing if he could do this, but Liam just smiled, his hand already curling around his base, one finger playing with his balls. Dalton jerked up, wanting that hand to move and pull, but Liam just gripped him tighter, making Dalton stop and a soft squeal of pain leak from his lips.

“Sit still so I can lick this beauty and you’ll get off soon enough.”

Dalton groaned, but forced himself to lay and wait. Liam didn’t make him wait long. His tongue was on his balls, licking and swirling, kissing them before gently holding one in his mouth, his tongue doing amazing things which Dalton had never felt on his balls before. Liam lavished the same attention onto each one, kissing and licking, biting and humming around them until Dalton had to beg Liam to stop or he’d come.

Liam smiled as he lifted his mouth off Dalton. His hand was around Dalton's base, squeezing just enough to let him calm down and gain some composure back, then his mouth was on his head, slipping down his length, working over him like Dalton had never been sucked before. Liam had a firm mouth, hard, and gripping Dalton's cock like a suction pump. Before Dalton could take a look and see why it felt so good, Liam’s throat pushed down his cock, slowly, edging it in and out, and then Dalton was buried balls deep in him.

Dalton stopped breathing, just watching as Liam worked his whole length in and out of his throat with long, slow motions. He was so tight it felt painful, but it was a pain Dalton wanted more of. Dalton had never been in anyone’s throat before, and he felt his balls pull tight, Liam making eye contact as Dalton wailed above him. “I'm coming.”

Liam pulled off, jerking him harder until Dalton shot, his cream spilling onto his own chest in three thick jets, leaving him blind and boneless. “Fuck, Dalton. You should see how sexy you look when you come.” He was climbing up Dalton’s body, kissing everywhere as he went.

When he got to Dalton’s lips, Liam smiled, taking Dalton’s hand and placing it between his legs. He was still dressed in his joggers from the gym, his cock tenting them—hard and thick, and just as big as Dalton remembered.

“Touch me, Dee. I need you.” Liam kissed him, working Dalton’s palm over Liam's rigid length, Liam's breath coming in short burst, hips jutting his cock into Dalton’s hand, demanding more.

Dalton took the hint, wrapping his hand around his length still covered from view by his clothes. It didn’t take long and Liam was crying out into his mouth, coming in his sweats. He collapsed over Dalton, hot breath on his neck, mouth kissing his shoulder and neck, hands everywhere again.

“I want you again,” Dalton whispered against his hair.

“Sleep. You need it.” Liam gave him another kiss before moving beside him, gently prodding him onto his side and spooning up against his back. Every bit of them touched the other, and he watched as Dalton’s lids dropped, as he quickly drifted off.





Chapter 18



Troy and Liam sat in silence in the car. Liam looked too small for the beat up Honda and was squished in the seat, long legs crushed almost up to his chest, his broadness causing his thick arms to be pinned against his sides. Troy had laughed about how large Liam looked crammed into the small space on nearly every occasion they used the car, but not that time.

It was probably time for a new one, but Troy had owned the tiny Honda Logo since he passed his driving test at seventeen, and he’d kept it because he used his bikes more often than not, and hadn't considered the money he’d spend on a new one would be worth it. It was cause for lots of humour over the years with their mates, but having a car always came in handy for the wet weather and the monthly food shopping, so the old rust bucket was dragged out occasionally.

Troy blew out a controlled breath and turned to stare out of the window, looking back at the building they’d just vacated with a heavy heart.

The meeting with the solicitor didn’t go as well as he’d hoped. Turns out his dad had been an exemplary prisoner and successfully attended anger management classes and all the other bullshit which would look great on his parole request.

Apparently, he’d even thrown in his attempts to contact Troy, showing them the letter Troy had returned unopened. He didn’t give two shits what the crazy fucker had to say. Like he would ever want to have contact with the guy who not only beat him and his mother for the first fifteen years of this life, but then murdered her in cold blood when he was eighteen.

His dad had apparently accepted responsibly for his actions and successfully redeemed himself while in prison according to the information his solicitor received. Troy’s mood swung from violent urges to frustrated tears in there and none of them got him any different answers. He wanted him to stay in prison forever. Life meant life. Or it should do. If things went in favour of his dad, he would be out.

The only thing Troy could do was hand in his letter which explained how he was still suffering years later and how he would continue to suffer in his future. No amount of therapy helped and the crippling nightmares and the panic attacks he had for three years after finding the blood soaked body of his mum were still there, just not as often.

Liam laid a heavy paw on his thigh and Troy turned to look at him. “Want me to drive us home?”

Troy snorted. He didn’t think for one second Liam could fit behind the steering wheel, let alone drive them home. Liam obviously realised why Troy as smirking and he smiled, glancing at Troy in the driver’s seat, seeing Troy already filled the space and working out there was no way his own large body would fit.

“You thinking the same thing I am? That there’s no way you can somehow squeeze in here?” They shared a chuckle, and then Troy sighed. “I'm okay doing it. I just needed a few minutes to get my shit together.” Troy started up the car, and then took a deep breath. “That fucker is going to get out in a couple of months, I can feel it, and there's nothing I can do except get a restraining order against him.”

“They said he could be tagged when he gets out. And he has to attend weekly parole check-ups with the local court. If he takes one step out of line, they’ll know about it.”

Troy reversed out of his parking spot, concentrating on what he was doing and not what just happened. “There’s no guarantee he will be tagged. I'm hoping they will do it, even for a short time just until I feel better about having him back out with the rest of the world, but if they don’t, I don’t know how I'm going to sleep at night thinking about him out here.”