Page 83 of The Money Shot
“Are you?” Liam murmured. “Because I haven’t been able to think of anything else all day. All I want is you, Jack.”
I slowly pushed myself inside Liam, and I could feel his tightness and hear his sharp intake of breath. It was my first time, but it was also Liam’s first time, and neither of us knew what we were doing. Liam’s face contorted in a mix of pleasure and discomfort as I worked my way inside him. I froze, worried that I was hurting him.
“It’s okay, Jack. Go on, make love to me.” Liam stated, then shut his eyes.
With his permission, I continued to push myself into him, inch by inch, until I was fully sheathed inside him. The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It was so hot and tight.
Bending over Liam, I kissed him gently on the lips. Our tongues danced together as we moved in sync. And then Liam spoke, his voice filled with desire.
“Don’t hold back,” he whispered. “Fuck me, Jack. Make me a man, damn it.”
And I did just that.
With every thrust of my hips, I poured all of my love and passion into Liam. We moved together in a rhythm that feltnatural and effortless. It was like our bodies were interlocking pieces that only fit each other. I didn’t think I’d be able to last for long. His cries of pleasure only spurred me on further, and I lost myself in the feeling of his tight muscles gripping my cock. A feeling of pressure built inside me, like a volcano ready to erupt. Liam’s moans grew louder and more desperate, his body arching up to meet mine with each thrust.
“Jack, I’m going to cum,” he panted, his eyes locked onto mine.
Knowing that Liam was on the brink made my desire skyrocket. I pounded into him harder, my heart racing as we neared our peak. Liam’s hands gripped my waist, his fingernails digging into my skin as he cried out in pleasure.
“Cum with me, Jack,” he pleaded, his voice ragged. “Let’s do this together.”
The pressure inside me released like a geyser.
“Liam, oh God, Liam.” My teeth clenched together, and my cock pulsed, erupting inside of him. Never in my life had I felt so much pleasure. If I could bottle this feeling and sell it, we’d be the richest men in the world.
Liam froze, and I felt his inner muscles contract. Glancing down, I saw his come shooting across his stomach and chest. Our gazes locked, and in that moment I knew I never, ever wanted to be away from his side.
When it was over, we lay there panting, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts racing.
“I love you,” Liam murmured against my lips, his eyes still wide with wonder. Collapsing onto the blanket beside him, I pulled Liam into my arms and held him close as we caught our breaths.
“That was incredible,” I whispered. “To think we could’ve been doing this for years now, instead of wasting all of that time.”
Liam turned on his side and began kissing my neck. And in a faint whisper, I heard him say, “We didn’t waste any time, Jack. We waited until it was perfect.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Liam
The sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting golden stripes across the hotel room. Everything felt surreal, like a photograph captured in smoky light. My head rose and fell with the steady rhythm of Jack’s breathing, his chest solid and warm beneath my cheek. This wasn’t just contentment—it was something deeper, a bliss that sank into my bones. After all we’d endured, waking up here with him felt like a fragile miracle I wanted to cradle forever.
I closed my eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by gratitude. Jack was my anchor when my world tipped sideways, the one person who saw me not as broken but as a whole. If only he could see what I saw now—the potential of what we’d built together, not just in this room, but beyond it. FantasyFans wasn’t just a side hustle anymore; it was a dream taking shape, a life we could share. I wished he could feel it, too, the way I did.
“Are you awake yet?” His voice, low and gentle, broke through my thoughts. His breath tickled my hair, and the intimacy of it made my chest tighten.
I tilted my head to meet his gaze, the corners of my mouth curving into a grin. His sleepy smile, unguarded and soft, made me want to bottle this moment. I stretched upward, capturinghis lips in a kiss—slow and tender, savoring the taste of him like he was the first sip of coffee on a frosty morning.
“Good morning,” I whispered, the words brushing against his lips.
“Good morning,” he murmured back, pulling me closer. His arms encircled me with a quiet possessiveness, as if he, too, was reluctant to let this moment slip away.
I considered suggesting breakfast in bed, the idea of lingering here with him, untouched by the world, too tempting to ignore. But before I could speak, a muffled sound came from the room next door.
Jack’s lips twitched, a grin spreading across his face. “I hope whoever that is didn’t hear us last night.”
His teasing tone brought a flush to my cheeks, and I laughed, closing my eyes again as the memories of the night before poured over me. The way he’d looked at me when we stumbled back into this room, his eyes dark with need. The way he touched me, slow and reverent, like he was mapping every part of me. We’d made love, not just with our bodies, but with every unspoken word we were too scared to say out loud.
And yet, the peace that wrapped around us now felt fragile, like glass catching the light.