Page 34 of A Foster Fling
“Get the fuck out of my room,” I bark, tossing the sheet off my body and getting to my feet, not giving a fuck about my boner.
“I was just leaving anyways,” he replies, giving me a smirk that reminds me of the one from my dream. “See ya.”
It’s like Déjà vu.
Just like before, that same warmth swarms my body, but this time, it heads for my already hard cock. Liam chuckles, giving me a wink before disappearing into the hall. A few minutes later, the front door opens then closes.
Closing my door, I grab a change of clothes before heading to the bathroom. I need to shower off whatever the fuck is going on with me.
While the water warms, I open the cabinet under my sink and grab the half empty bottle of Lord Calvert that I keep hidden there. If my mom found it, she would have me in Dr. Webber’s office more than once a week all over again, and I can’t have that. I’ve worked too hard playing this fucking role of the healing son to be thrown back in time. I’m too close to leaving this place to be pushed back into my past routine.
Twisting the top off, I place the rim of the cold bottle to my lips and take a large sip. It burns going down, the rush of liquor coating my throat, then slowly my belly. With a deep sigh, I place the rim to my lips again, but this time, I chug until I feels like I’m going to puke. The comfort of its contents seeps into my system, replacing whatever I was feeling moments ago.
It does nothing for my hard-on, though.
Stepping into the shower, the hot water streams over me. I close my eyes, letting the sting from both the hot water and liquor take my mind elsewhere.
But it only takes me to him, his smirk, and those fucking lips.
Those beautiful, haunting lips.
I groan, reaching down, wrapping my hand around my cock.
Just as it always does, the memory of our last encounter before everything changed flashes before me.
“What are doing?” I ask.
“Kissing you.”
My heart races, and my breathing quickens. Slowly, I stroke myself, allowing the past to take over as I chase a release I haven’t felt in so long.
“Kissing you.”
“Kissing you.”
“Kissing you.”
“Fuck,” I moan, remembering how it felt, how he tasted, how my entire being reacted to his rash decision.
This time, instead of the memory shifting to the big bang, it merges to something else. Something that didn’t happen, but in this moment, I want to happen.
In my mind, as the memory changes, it’s just us in Gabe’s room. We’re older, it’s us now—not as kids. He climbs into my lap, and it’s so surreal that I can almost feel his body on mine. The heat from his skin, the desire that emits from his pores, the taste of liquor lingering on his lips. His hand is now where mine is, and fuck, it feels so damn good.
I swallow hard as the sensation I’ve been chasing finally catches up to me. I toss my head back, so the water is now running down my chest. My balls tighten as I watch this new vision play out like a movie in my head.
Liam pulls back from our kiss, his hand still stroking my shaft. His eyes hold mine in a dance of desire that’s so unfamiliar but so welcome. That fucking smirk crosses his face as he quickens his movements. He knows what he’s doing to me, and as much as I hate it, right now, it’s all I fucking want.
Liam leans in close and I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead he whispers, “I’m going to ruin you.”
In that moment, I cum. My knees buckle and I have to grab the wall and hold myself up as I wait for the intensity of my release to subside. My muscles tense as my orgasm ravishes my body. After a few seconds of having to hold myself upright, I’m finally able to stand without my knees giving out.
I don’t know how to feel about what just happened, but all I know is that I can’t let him get to me.
Chapter Eight
Liam
“So, where yastaying at now?” My mom asks, keeping the phone away from her face but close enough for her to still hear me.