Page 82 of The Money Shot
I felt my cheeks heat as understanding dawned. “You brought all this... to film?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He glanced at me, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. “I thought it could be... special. Just you, me, and…” his voice trailed off.
My breath caught, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming. I wasn’t nervous, not really. If anything, the thought of being with Liam like this made my heart race in the best possible way. But then it hit me—this was it. This was the perfect moment to tell him how I felt.
Liam sat down on the blanket and patted the spot beside him. “Come here,” he murmured.
I lowered myself beside him; the sand cool beneath the blanket. Before he could say anything else, I reached out and cupped his face in my hands. His skin was warm, and he leaned into my touch, his eyes searching mine.
“I love you,” I said, the words coming out steady and sure. I hadn’t planned them, hadn’t rehearsed them. They were just there, as natural as breathing. “I’ve loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you back at school. But I was too young and too stupid to realize it.”
Liam’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at me. Then, to my surprise, tears welled up and spilled down his cheeks. “Jack,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I love you too. So damned much.”
I wiped away his tears, feeling a lump rise in my throat. The raw emotion in his voice, the way he looked at me—it was almost too much to bear. He leaned in then, and our lips met in a kiss that felt like everything I’d ever wanted. It was soft and slow at first, full of unspoken promises and years of longing.
As our lips melted together, Liam’s hands were in my hair, his body pressed against mine as we kissed with a desperate hunger. I couldn’t get enough of him. I needed to touch every inch of his skin, to taste every inch of his body.
“Too many clothes,” Liam whispered, and moments later, we were naked on the blanket, our bodies glistening under the moonlight. I laid on top of Liam, feeling his muscles and warmth beneath me, and it was like everything else faded away.
The sound of the crashing waves filled the surrounding air. Liam’s hands roamed over my back, leaving trails of heat in their wake. Our kisses grew more urgent, more fervent, as if we were trying to convey a lifetime’s worth of longing in this single moment.
I stared down at Liam, my heart pounding in my chest as I took in the desperation and desire etched onto his face. “Jack, I want to do it all. I want to feel you inside me,” he panted, his lips now swollen.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” I groaned, my hands trembling with need as they roamed over his chest. I could feel every inch of him, the heat radiating off his skin like a blazing furnace. “Anything you want, I’ll do it.”
Liam’s hands snaked around my neck, pulling me down into another fierce kiss. It was like a goddamn explosion went off behind my eyes, setting my entire body on fire. All I could think about was making him mine, claiming him in the most primal way possible.
As we kissed, my mind wandered to the phone on the stand, recording every detail of us making love. I broke the kiss long enough to kick it over, sending it crashing to the sand. This moment was just for us.
My lips trailed down Liam’s cheek, leaving a trail of wet, sloppy kisses in my wake. I kissed my way down his torso, and when I reached his cock, I took it into my mouth. It was like the sweetest fucking drug, and I couldn’t get enough.
Liam’s hips began to buck as I sucked him off, his moans growing louder and more desperate by the second. My fingers explored his entrance, teasing and prodding at the tight ring of muscle. At first, he flinched, his body tensing up in anticipation. But then he relaxed, surrendering to the pleasure building between us.
I let his cock slip out of my mouth, and I couldn’t resist the urge to taste him further, to explore every inch of his body with my tongue. I licked and sucked at the skin around his entrance, nibbling and biting just like the porn videos I’d watched a million times before. And when my tongue flicked across his entrance, Liam’s entire body shuddered with pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Jack,” he moaned. “That feels so amazing.”
Slipping my index finger into my mouth, I slicked it with spit, then rubbed it up and down his hole before sliding it inside.
“Oh my God,” Liam gasped. “That feels so much better than the pink monster dildo.”
I couldn’t help it. I burst into laughter, imagining Liam attempting to put that giant thing inside him.
“Hey, what are you laughing at?” Liam pushed himself up on his elbows and winked. “You never saw the video I posted where I tried to get that thing all the way inside?”
“No.” I pecked him on the nose and moved my finger in and out of him. Liam squirmed, and he laid back down flat on his back. “I’ve never watched our videos, well, except for a few seconds when I’ve uploaded them.”
“It was too big for me,” Liam murmured. “And it felt cold, and plastic. I wanted my first time to be with you. Not a pink dildo I bought because it was 50% off.”
I laughed again, and bliss flooded through me. “You are so perfect, Liam. I want to spend the rest of my life laughing with you.”
“Make love to me now,” Liam’s voice cracked. “Please, Jack. I’ve both craved and been terrified of this moment for so long. When I see guys screwing in videos, it turns me on, but it’s also scary. Like, how do they get those big…”
I brushed my lips over his mouth, cutting him off. No more words, just love. Then I reached into the bag and found a tube oflube. At least Liam hadn’t brought the industrial sized jug on our trip. I opened it, then Liam gripped my wrist.
“Let me,” Liam took it from me, then he poured the clear gel in his palm and began stroking my shaft with it. My eyes snapped shut, loving the feel of his tight grip. But I wanted something tighter and hotter. Pulling back, I took his knees and placed them over my shoulders. Liam dropped the tube onto the blanket, and I positioned the head of my cock against his hole.
“Are you sure about this?” I rubbed my cock up and down his entrance, and it took every ounce of self-control not to push myself into him all the way to the hilt.