Equation for Love (8 page)

Liamdidn't allow that, though, and broke the kiss a second later. Skye groaned, eyes closing tightly, and turned his face into the crook ofhis arm.

Liam's fingers paused between his thighs. "Are you okay? What's this, Skye? Whythe hiding?"
Skye shook his head. "I'mfine...I just can't. Look, I mean. Don't stop..."
The next thing Skye knew, Liamwas nipping along his jaw, and he could feel the curve of his lips. Liam was amused.
Great.
"I don't think you want to hide from this, Skye. Openyour eyes."
Skye shook his head.
"Skye." Liam's tone was different again. Forceful. Demanding. Ridiculouslysexy. "Openyour eyes."
He did. He couldn't not...not with Liam making demands in that voice. Skye opened his eyes and peeked at Liam out of the corner of his eye. God, he was gorgeous. Why had he ever thought this was a good idea? He couldn't do it. Liam was too beautiful. Skye was so far from worthy, no matter how much he paid the man. This was absurd and he felt like anidiot.
"What's wrong? Tellme the truth, Skye."
Oh, he didn't want to. Not at all. Skye felt like he was back in high school, four years ahead of everyone else, the outcast because he was too young, too smart, too geeky, too...just nothing the rest of the kids were. He never had beenand he felt that acutelyright now.
"I...I want you, but..." He sighed, cheeks burning in shame. "I didn't anticipate the way it'd feel knowing you're here because of the money." Up until now it'd beenokay, a little weird, but Skye hadn't felt anyshame or embarrassment. But now, about to lose his virginity to a man he'd had to pay to do the job? He wanted to crawlinto a corner and hide.
Liam met his gaze steadily, then reached up and unknotted the curtain tie around Skye's wrist. Skye couldn't even begin to explain the crush of disappointment. Liam was going to leave now. Well, who could blame him?
But instead of moving off of him and leaving, Liam stayed right where he was, nestled between Skye's thighs with an authoritative and possessive look on his

Skye's brows shot up. "Why else would you be here?"
Liam's lips curved. "I'mnot some two-dollar whore down on Fremont with a pimp threatening to beat me up if I don't make enough money, Skye. I answer only to myself. If I didn't want to be here, regardless of how much you offered, I wouldn't be." He slid his fingers through Skye's hair. "I can say no, darlin'. I don't want

him, but Liamhadn't
had
to accept. He could have said no and gone to take another job with someone he liked more, found more attractive, whatever. "I suppose. I...still...it's strange."

Liamnodded. "I realize that. Do you want to stop?" Skye was surprised to see disappointment in Liam's eyes. Would he really mind if it ended? Why? "You don't?"

Liamlet out a laugh. "Want to stop? Hell, no. What I want is to tie youback up, or maybe not, and have the honor of being your first. Your second. However many times I'mluckyenoughto get."

God, he sounded very sincere. Skye hadn't expected that at all. "Why?"
"Because you asked me to. Because I want to. Because I've had more fun with you since we met than I've had with anybody in a long time. I like you. I want you. I'llunderstand ifit's too weird for you, though."
Skye wondered ifthis happened a lot. People hiring him, getting to a certain point and then chickening out. God, he hated that phrase. He wasn't a coward. And if Liammeant it...but why would he lie? Skye doubted his money was anything Liam couldn't make in a snap of the fingers if he wanted to. No doubt he would have "dates" lined up before he ever made it to his car if Skye told himto leave.
A surge of jealousy reared up inside him. What a silly thing to be jealous over Liam, who did this for a living. But there it was, silly or not. Skye shook his head, arms slidingaround Liam's strongshoulders.
"No. Stay. I just...I like you, too. More than I thought I would. It's unexpected." He shrugged sheepishly. "I don't...handle unexpected verywell."
Liam let out a relieved laugh. "Yeah, I get that feeling. Think you can handle just a little more unexpected?"
Skye smiled, a little wary. "Maybe...like what?"
Liam shook his head. "Not right now. I'm just saying--I'm going to give you unexpected. Because I think you aren't nearly as 'well-prepared' for this little socialexperiment as youthought youwere."
Sometimes Liam said things that made Skye wonder why someone so smart had chosen this line of work. Not that he wasn't glad because it'd led Liam here, but it pricked Skye's curiosity in a way that...well, it was unexpected. AllofLiamwas, really.
"I think I can handle it. I think I want to handle

sliding into Skye's hair to hold himfor it, tilting his head just the way Liam wanted. It was powerful and domineering, and Skye fucking loved it. He wrapped his legs around Liam's waist and arched beneath him. More. Oh, he wanted more.

He tried to say so, but the kiss was too all consuming for his needy words to come out as more than frantic whimpers and muffled moans. Which, luckily, seemed to get the point across because the next thing he knew Liam's fingers were back, rubbing and strokingand nudginghis slipperyentrance.

It felt very strange, but deliciously so. It made Skye want more, want those probing fingers
in
him, deep inside. Liam broke the kiss just in time for Skye to say

Ohhhh...what a strange feeling.
He squirmed a little, and Liamstopped withjust a shallow penetration.
"Okay, darlin'?"
Skye nodded, then lifted his head to bite Liam's lower lip. "Yes...don't stop, please." Was he being too demanding? He didn't feel very submissive, but oh my gosh, he really couldn't help it. He'd never felt anything like this.
Luckily, Liamdidn't seemto mind and bent his head to kiss and suck and nip Skye's neck, sending shivers tearing through him, while Liam's finger eased deeper bit by bit. Eventually, the strange sensation passed--he thought it might have something to do with depth? He wasn't sure and made a frazzled mental note of the theory before he was dragged under by the rioting sensations.
"Oh my God...it feels..." He trailed off, unable to evenverbalize the wayit felt.
Liamchuckled against his skin, tongue sweepingthe pulse at the base ofSkye's neck. "I know."
Oh, the way he sounded. Knowing and wicked and like he had much, much more up his sleeve. Skye knew he did, too. What Skye didn't know was whether he was going to survive this. He might just implode. Liam was definitelya force ofnature.
"Sir...Liam...I think I'mfine. You can...you know..."
Liamlifted his head and smiled downat him, sinking his finger deeper, untilSkye was sure it had to be allthe way inside him now. "You think so? I don't. I don't think you're nearly wild enough for me, professor. Besides...you know the rule. Tell me what you want or youwon't get it."
Oh God, was that a rule now? The expression on Liam's face said it was. Skye's cheeks burned. He was going to have to ask Liam to fuck him? Just thinking about doing it was enough to make him quiver inside. But it was sexy, too. He never would have thought someone making himsay foulwords would turn himon. Of course, there was a lot about this situation he'd never thought of.
Like how much he liked when Liam would nip his skin. The sting wasn't hurt; it was...almost pleasure. Or the way his body reacted when Liam would use that tone. The demanding, authoritative tone. God, he made Skye's knees weak. Made him want to obey, even though his darn brain wanted to question. Thank goodness, Liam seemed to understand that part. Skye wasn't questioning. His brainwas. But not 'tillater.
He was knocked out of his needless musings by the burning sensation of a second finger pushing in alongside the first. Oh...the first hadn't been uncomfortable at all, and he'd assumed...
"See? Relax, Skye. It'llpass. Does it hurt?"
Skye shook his head, turning his face into Liam's neck. "No."
Liamstilled. "Are yousure?"
Skye laid his head back, meeting Liam's concerned gaze. "I'msure. Just...unexpected."
Liam was right--there was going to be lots of unexpected things. But he wanted them. He really did. For the first time in his life, he wanted something not the status quo. Something that didn't add up, no matter what algorithm he used, no matter what theory he applied. Liamdidn't make any sense, the way he made Skye feel made even less, but god damn, Skye wanted it, wanted him. It didn't have to make sense. The idea itselfwas exhilarating.
He beamed and slid his arms around Liam's neck. "I'm sure. Don't stop, Sir, please." It didn't have to make sense. None of this did. The thought was incrediblyfreeing.
Liam wrapped his free arm under Skye's back and held himclose as he eased his finger deeper. "Just hold onto me, Skye. I've got you."
Liamhas no idea, Skye thought, ofhow true that is. Or maybe he did, but Skye wasn't sure. It would be one ofthe questions he'd ask later.
Right now he wanted to pay attention to every little thing, every detail. Because he never wanted to forget how this felt.
Liamslid his armout fromunder Skye and reached down to grab his leg behind the knee, urging it up and out more, until Skye felt spread open. Exposed. But it wasn't an unpleasant feeling at all. Liamwanted himthis way, and Skye wanted to give Liam what he wanted. Evenifit did make himsquirma little inside. It felt good, too. It also helped Liam's fingers slide deeper, untilboth were seated firmlyinside him.
"It feels...full," he whispered, shocked by the sensation.
Liam nodded, his jaw clenched as if he was restraining himself. "It'll feel even more full before we're done."
Skye glanced down between them, eyes landing on Liam's cock, and gulped.
Oh dear.
His cock was definitely thicker than two fingers. Liam wasn't kidding. He wasn't even sure he could
get
that much inside him. He glanced back up at Liamwith a worried, soft laugh. "Um...are you sure this works?" He was mostly joking, because, of course, anal sex worked, but he couldn't help beinga bit incredulous.
Liam grinned, bending to nip his jaw, teeth grazing in a shiver-inducing scrape. "I'm sure. You're going to love it, trust me."
"I do."
Liammet his eyes and for a moment theywere both still, quiet. Then Liam smiled, this beautiful smile that made Skye want to do anythingand everythinghe could to always put that smile on Liam's face. Dear God, he was breathtaking.
"Thank you, myown."
Skye's heart leapt. Stupid thingto be latchingonto a sweet endearment and wishing it were true.
Liam's own.
What must that be like? He couldn't evenimagine, but maybe it was something like this, in a much bigger way. Skye couldn't grasp it, like the concept of the infinite size of an ever-expanding universe...if this was a pale version of what it was like to truly be Liam's, how would anyone manage to survive the realthing?
Was it ridiculous of him to wish he could try anyway?
It was and Skye knew it, so he turned his face into Liam's neck againand clungto him. "More, Sir, please."
He got more. Boy, did he. Liam withdrew his fingers and then returned them slicker than before, thrusting the two and making Skye shake when he'd brushpast the spot he'd read about. Who would think a silly little gland could feel so mind-bendingly good. He almost wished he'd gone into human sciences instead, so he could maybe wrap his brain around the pleasure he was feeling. As it was, he just had to ride it out and trust Liamwouldn't let himflyapart at the seams.
Liam began to push a third finger in, and Skye whimpered, jaw clenching. It was a bit more than uncomfortable, but it didn't creep past the border into pain, like Liam had promised. But, dear God, he'd never felt anything like it. So full. Stretched open. Completelyand utterlyLiam's.
All he knew was Liam owned him in that moment. More than he'd ever thought another person could ever own him. He was Liam's and, on some fainter level, Liamwas maybe his a little, too. He wanted to think so, so he did.
By the time he'd managed to wrap his mind a bit around the feeling of Liam's fingers, Liam began to move them, and Skye's mind scattered again, splintering into a millionshards ofsensationand pleasure and need.
Need.
He'd never needed anyone before this, but what he felt was far beyond the scope of want. He needed. Liamand everything Liamcould give him, Skye needed

Skye realized belatedly that he
was
moving, hips lifting to meet Liam's thrusting fingers, hands clutching and digging into Liam's back. "It's amazing," he panted, staringup at Liam.

"So are you," Liam murmured after a moment's pause. Then he was kissing Skye and his fingers were gone and ohGod, ohGod, this was it.

He jolted a little at the sound of the condom wrapper tearing open, trembled even more as Liam reached between them, all the while kissing him senseless. ThenLiamwas there, slick and hard, nudging against Skye's entrance. The kiss broke and Skye stared up at Liam. He wanted to watch. To see his face and maybe try to figure out what it might feel like for him. Maybe Liam would let him find out some other

and his cock just glided inside, smooth and deep. At least it felt deep, though a quick glance down said barely the tip was in him. It didn't hurt, though, and

Skye smiled, arms twiningaround Liam's neck. "I'm okay. Oh...better than okay..." He didn't have
words for what he was and let out a giddysort oflaugh,
archingtoward Liam. "More, please?"
Liam's lips curved in the smallest of smiles and he
nodded, bending to brush a kiss to Skye's lips. "More,
myown. Definitelymore."
Oh, if he kept calling him that, Skye was going to
do something stupid like want to keep him. Or be kept
by him, as the case may be. He liked hearing it too
much to ask Liam to stop, though. Not now. Not with
all this, this...
goodness
inside him. He felt drunk on
Liam, and on the pleasure, and he wasn't caring much
about anything else right now. Not even his stupid,
suddenly-risk-takingheart.
He lifted his hips, gasping when Liam sank even
deeper inside him. It stung a little bit, but it faded just as
fast, and Skye clenched experimentally. It got hima hell
ofa reaction as Liamcursed, reaching down to curlone
hand onSkye's hip.
"Wait, darlin'...let me. Not too fast."
Skye didn't want to wait. Not anymore. He'd been
waiting for his entire life and he was
done.
"Please, Liam...Sir...it feels good, so good..." Didn't Liam understand he was fine? That he was going to go insane
ifLiamdidn't hurryand give himmore?
Liam let out a choked-sounding laugh, circling his
hips. "WantonSkye...whendid that happen, hmm?" "Now. Just now." Maybe? Maybe earlier, he
couldn't remember, couldn't think.
Luckily, Liamdidn't seemto require a specific timeframe, and Skye got his wish as Liam pushed deeper,
this time in a slow, but steady glide all the way inside
him. When Liam's balls rested against his ass, Skye felt
like he wasn't just himself anymore, like so much of him
was full of Liam now, he was a part of Liam. Or Liam
was a part of him. Either way, he wasn't himself
anymore and it was because of Liam. And it felt soooo
fuckinggood.
"Oh my God," he murmured, blinking up at Liam.
"You're inme."
Liam's smile was tight, jaw clenched. "I am." Was Liam waiting for something? He wasn't
moving. Skye frowned, squirming under him. "Liam..."
He let out a frustrated groan and glared up at him.
"You're not moving!"
Liamlaughed for real then, forehead against Skye's
shoulder for a minute before he lifted his head and met
Skye's eyes. "You're going to be the death ofme, aren't
you? Mywantonown."
Skye wasn't sure what Liam meant by being the
death of him, but before his brain could try to make
sense of it, Liamdid what Skye had been dying for and
finally moved. A hard, deep thrust rocked them both,
and Skye cried out, eyes widening.
Oh, that felt...
Why weren't there words for this?
There should be. New ones. Powerful ones. Ones to
encompass the feeling of dying and being born all at the
same time witha single movement.
Stupid vocabulary.
There wasn't any breath for words anyway, though,
as Skye discovered when the first thrust was followed
by a second and a third, and he lost count. Skye
McCord lost count, which hadn't happened since he
was eighteenmonths old.
Liam didn't seem to be having any better luck, his
own vocabulary reduced to sexy, primal grunts and
rough curses every so often. It was exhilarating, and
Skye did everything he could to drag more reactions
from him. Clenching, he found, got really good ones. It also got him rewarded with harder, faster thrusts. Liam's cock kept rubbing past his prostate, making Skye even crazier. It was insane and scary and
wonderfuland dizzying.
"More, more..." It was all he could manage to say,
to plead for, to beg. He wasn't even sure what "more"
he was after, but he knew it was there and Liam was
the one who could give it to him.
Maybe only Liam.
The thought rang in his head as his orgasm raced
toward him and he was like a deer caught in the
headlights, paralyzed by the blinding, oncoming beauty
of something he couldn't understand and that was
vaguely terrifying. Then it hit, tearing through himwith a
force he couldn't have imagined before now. All Skye
could do was hold onto Liam because Liam was the
rock inthe stormat the same time as he was the storm. Liam let out a rough shout, hips snapping faster,
harder, and Skye rode the wave of pleasure until,
instead of hitting the fucking shore, it just started
cresting again, driven on and fueled by Liam's
onslaught. Skye raked his nails over Liam's back, hips
bucking up against him. He shook his head, but not in denial, simply unable to grasp the massive swells of pleasure stealing his breath. God, too much. But now,
suddenly...not enough, either.
"Liam!"
Liam's answer was a kiss, deep and demanding.
Skye understood it, like Liamwas whispering in his ear.
Whispering to him to come with him, just one more.
One more ride, one more kiss, one more touch. Just
one more.
Skye did his best to tryto tellLiamwithhis kiss that
yes, yes, one more, a week more, a month more...a
lifetime more.
Then Liam's orgasm hit and Skye was swept along
withit, that last thought echoinginhis head. OhGod, he
was so screwed.