Discovering Dalton (Manchester Menage Collection #2) (24 page)

Chapter
26

L
iam had been working the late shift for the past two nights, but during that he’d been in and out. He met up with Troy one afternoon for a second meeting with his solicitor about his dad’s parole, and Dalton the second afternoon for a long walk down the canal and a ride on his bike afterwards.

They’d gone miles to a little spot in the countryside where Liam and Troy often went. At first it felt wrong to take him there because it had been Troy and his place for so long, but as soon as they settled themselves on the grass and watched the sun dipping down under the horizon, Liam knew it was right. Everything about Dalton felt right, and it still worried and excited Liam at how fast he was falling for the guy.

He was conscious about leaving Troy out and overcompensated by taking him out for dinner twice and attentively listening to his worries, but Liam would have to be blind to not see that sparkle in his eye the last few days.

Troy had met someone new. Not that it was a huge surprise, and Liam hadn't mentioned it because, for one thing, he was glad this time Troy had met someone because it took some of the pressure of how he was feeling toward Dalton, and two, because, well, it was Troy and rebound relationships were his thing.

He was split between wanting to tell Troy to take it slow and keeping his mouth shut. He knew Troy wouldn’t listen anyway. He never did, but Liam had always tried in the past. Dalton was the person who stopped him this time. Not because they’d discussed Troy in any great lengths—that was a line which Liam hadn't been ready to cross. Troy was the most important person in his life, and introducing someone even by talking about him seemed like a huge step.

Liam didn’t talk about his life in anyway with people, but Dalton was different and he could see him and Troy meeting up eventually. Whether they would get along, he’d no idea. Dalton had been tetchy about how close he was, but understood it was innocent. Troy was cooler about Dalton, or Dee as Liam referred to him constantly. He didn’t want Troy to hear the name Dalton and use it in Aspire where everyone knew him. The only person who knew they were meeting up was Kathy and she was sworn to secrecy about it until Liam told her otherwise.

Today had been the big day for Dalton, and despite him not asking Liam to be with him after the funeral, he knew the day couldn’t pass without texts or a phone chat. Dalton tended to internalise too much and feel like he had to be strong and stand alone when there was no need.

Liam had sent a few texts before the service and they’d both chatted. Liam could tell from the texts Dalton was hiding his true feelings. He’d offered to go round and knew before he even sent the text what Dalton would say. No.

It was eight and the wake ended around two, so Liam felt enough time had passed by and was now calling him. A slightly drunk Dalton picked up the phone and Liam half smiled.

“You home yet?”

“I am.” Dalton was slurring his words slightly.

“Good, because you're drunk and you being drunk and out alone would worry me. Of course, drinking alone worries me too.”

“I had company.” Dalton sounded a little blank, but Liam expected it. “I just got home. Are you checking up because you want to come over or just being nosy in general?”

“Is that an invitation, Dee?”

“I guess so.” Dalton released a shuddery breath. “I thought it was a good idea being alone. I was wrong.”

“I'm all set up and ready to climb on the bike. Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be there. Just a heads up, if I'm drinking I'm not driving.”

“I wouldn’t let you anyway. It’s kinda my job, Liam.”

Liam snorted. “I can catch a taxi home.”

“Or you can just crash here. I have three bedrooms.”

“Yeah, but I only want to sleep in one.”

“The spare one?” Dalton was smiling now. Liam could hear it in his voice.

“Not really. Unless you're in there with me.”

“Liam… just get your ass over here.”

Liam chuckled as he ended the call, already grabbing his helmet and heading for the door. He shouldn’t be thinking about getting Dalton in bed. He should be pulling back and being a friend, not letting his horny body lead him into temptation. It had been far too long since he had sex and his hand wasn’t enough. He needed more, but it seemed his body craved only Dalton.

By the time he’d pulled up outside Dalton’s house, he spotted his sexy blond opening the door, looking over him and his sexy red bike. “I’ll open up the garage and you can park it in there. I wouldn’t want your sexy bike being stolen and you blaming me for it.”

Liam pulled off his helmet, already walking up to him on the doorstep and leaning in for a hug. “You okay?”

“As good as I'm going to get right now.”

Liam brushed his hand over Dalton's hip, hovering his lips over Dalton’s as he spoke. “I'm aiming to make you feel
much
better than you do right now.”

Dalton moved closer, pressing against Liam and his lips now teasing Liam’s with soft breaths and little touches. “I want you, Liam.”

“Baby, you got me.” Liam crushed their lips together, gripping that hip tighter and his cock jerking into action against Dalton's thigh.

He smiled through the kiss when he felt Dalton push him back against the door, their bodies now crushed together, Dalton’s cock hard against his hip. Hot pants of air were shared when they parted—teeth and lips soon colliding again, wet and white hot kisses burning them both up in the doorway.

Liam had to pull back. “Dee, let’s get the bike put away and you inside. Otherwise, your neighbours are going to get a show they weren’t expecting to see tonight.”

Dalton begrudgingly let him step away then grabbed a set of keys from the sideboard in the hall before jogging to the garage door.

Liam started the engine up, the noise deafening in the quiet cul-de-sac, and drove it into the almost empty garage. As soon as the quiet had returned, Liam glanced over his shoulder, pulling the heavy weight of his bike onto its stand. “You don’t use this?”

“No.” Dalton stood outside, looking over Liam and his bike. “Just for storage really, and most of it was Kelly’s which she took when she left. The car’s always parked out here on the drive.”

“Christ, I'd love a garage right next to me. I have to use one down the street which I pay for. It’s not like I can leave this bad boy parked outside.”

Dalton locked the door after Liam had pulled it down, then they stood looking at the other, both breathing too fast, both needing more. Dalton took hold of his hand and tugged him along into the house where Liam quickly kicked the door shut, grabbing Dalton’s firm arse cheeks in his hands and crushing their bodies back together.

They kissed, hot and heavy, Dalton's leg wrapping around his hip and grinding his cock into Liam’s firm thigh. The guy was eager for it tonight, more so than other times, and Liam had to fight for a bit of control, but every time he got it back, Dalton would shift his weight or nibble his lip and it disappeared.

Liam had Dalton up against the wall with both legs wrapped around his hips, holding his arse tightly as Dalton threw his head back, the loose joggers showing off how hard his cock was. Liam snuck his hand from Dalton's cheek and rubbed his length over his clothes, watching as his eyes rolled back and his mouth parted.

He looked every inch like a wet dream come alive, and it made Liam’s heart race and his cock hurt in his jeans. He leaned forward, sucking and nibbling on Dalton’s neck, working his fist over the swollen shaft in his hand. Dalton moaned, loud and deep, the sound causing Liam to growl. The joggers were loose enough, and Liam slipped his hand inside, working his fist over the hot, hard, leaking flesh of Dalton's cock.

“You’re going to come right here for me, Dee. Right now.” Liam kissed him again, moving his hand faster, Dalton's cock leaking and slipping through his fist. “That’s it, Baby. Show me how much you want me.”

“Liam!” Dalton arched in his hand, body rigid and cock stiffening—swelling in Liam's hold.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it, Dee. Come hard for me.”

Dalton opened his mouth, a silent shout leaving his lips and his body tensing in Liam's arms.

“Fuck, Dalton.” Liam could feel hot spurts of cream hitting his fingers, spilling over his fist, and it made his own cock hurt against the zipper of his jeans. “You're so fucking beautiful, Dee.”

Dalton shot again, his third and final spurt, then his body sagged backwards and Liam struggled to hold him up. Reluctantly, Liam let Dalton’s legs slip to the floor, watching as he continued to slip down the wall, half kneeling, half sitting as he looked up at Liam, sexy blue eyes glazed over from alcohol and the orgasm, running his fingers slowly up Liam's thick, hard muscles in this thighs, nimble and teasing as they floated over the prominent bulge hidden beneath Liam’s jeans.

“Dalton…” Liam drifted off when he realised Dalton was unzipping him.

All they’d done together was hand jobs, or they’d gotten off without actually touching, just by kissing and rutting into the other. Seeing those kiss swollen lips and the hungry look in his eyes, Liam guessed Dalton wanted more from tonight, and he let him take the lead.

He watched in stunned silence and with bated breath as Dalton released Liam’s impressive cock, working his fist over it, his gaze taking in every detail up close and personal for the first time. Liam stopped breathing when Dalton looked up to him, eyes big and wide—so excited as he spoke.

“I want to suck you off.”

Liam fisted both his hands and leaned on the wall, holding Dalton captive in his thighs, hovering over him. “If you want me, I'm right here and I won't stop you taking what you need from me.”

Dalton kneeled up, his mouth inches from Liam's dripping head. When his lips parted and his tongue slipped out, he caught Liam off guard by swiping it over his head. Liam watched in stunned silence as his precum dribbled onto Dalton’s lips and chin, becoming more excited as Dalton experienced his first taste of another man’s cock.

Liam growled, fighting to keep his hips still. “That’s it, Baby. Tease that cock with those big lips.”

Dalton did something which caught Liam off guard again, he kissed his cock. Liam called out his name and Dalton kissed him again, kissing him up and down his length, holding his heavy balls in one hand and working up and down his shaft with the other.

“Fuck, Dalton. Suck me, Baby.”

Dalton's mouth was back against his head, precum leaking heavily over his lips, and Liam dug his nails into his palms when he saw Dalton’s tongue slip through those sexy lips again, tasting his juice and showing how much he enjoyed it. Dalton's cock was rising and filling out, and Liam felt an even greater jolt of need seeing how much Dalton shared those feelings.

Dalton covered Liam's head with his hot, wet mouth, and then just held still. Liam’s cock was wide and rigid, full and heavy as he watched as Dalton figured out how to suck him, using his tongue to lick up and down his shaft before rolling his lips over Liam’s head.

“Just like that, Baby. You feel so good.” Liam unfisted one of his hands, caressing Dalton's head, running gruff fingertips over his cheeks and jaw, feeling his mouth open wider as Liam’s cock slipped deeper into Dalton’s slick mouth. Liam gasped, his cock filling out and balls pulling tight.

When Dalton sucked harder, Liam felt his cheeks hollow out and his cock moving in Dalton’s mouth. Watching Dalton stroke his own cock as he sucked him got Liam there fast and he was soon shouting out to Dalton to pull off. Dalton backed off, and Liam stroked himself hard and fast, telling Dalton to do the same. Dalton leaned back, ramming his hand over his length as Liam shot over his cheeks, dripping his cream over those sinfully sexy lips with a second stream of cum.

As soon as it hit Dalton, he opened his mouth and slipped the tip of his tongue out, licking Liam’s cum off his face. Liam cried out, a third shot spurting long and fast over Dalton’s lips and again he sucked it off, the excitement hitting an all-time high as Dalton shot over his own fingers—Liam's name falling from his lips as he gave up his second orgasm.

Both of them fell back against opposite walls and sucked in big lungfuls of air, each smiling at the other.

“You better not regret this when you sober up,” Liam breathed out.

“I won't.” Dalton wiped some of the cum from his face with the back of his hand and chuckled. “You come loads.”

“Only when I've been teased by some sexy blond for weeks.”

“I've never come twice like that before in such a short time.”

“Yeah, well, I feel proud I can do that to you.” Liam tucked his cock back in his jeans and dragged Dalton from the floor. “How about we wipe this cream from your face and get a drink?”

“And then what?” Dalton followed him into the kitchen.

“And then we’ll talk.” Liam wiped down his face with a damp tea towel and smiled. “Have you eaten today?”

“Not yet.”

“Right. How about I order for us? Pizza sound good?”

“Yeah.” Dalton smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Liam wrapped his arms around Dalton and held him tight.

“For being here when I needed you.”

“You have plenty of friends who want to help, Dalton.”