The Boyfriend Part LXVII: All That Hard Work
Liam
It took far more effort than Liam had realized to not rundown the hall to Blake's apartment once he got to her floor. Even though Blake had texted him that the coast was clear, and Marie had left and wouldn't be back for two days—longer than they realized they would have some time to themselves—Liam was still in a little nervous that she would just pop out behind him before he got to Blake's room.
Still, avoiding his acts and the questions that being here would prompt was only a small part of why he wanted to race into Blake's room.
He would finally get to see his girlfriend again. He'd
seen
her over video calls and spoken to her often enough, but none of that compared to being with her. To be able to touch her and smell her and see the way that her eyes sparkled as she spoke. It had been hard enough to convince himself that before he saw Blake, he needed to very thoroughly shower and make sure he looked and smelled good for her. He assumed that she would want to have sex in the shower, or at least just shower with him at some point, but he knew that probably wasn't the first thing she would want to do. And no one felt clean after being on a plane for five hours.
He didn't even remember being this excited to see Marie when he'd come back from summer break. He knew that they hadn't been dating like he and Blake were, but she'd been his first
anything
, really. Being even more excited than he had then surprised him a bit, but he supposed that was a good thing. He
should
feel this eager to see Blake again. Especially since he'd felt good enough about things to ask his parents if he would be able to invite her over for spring break or on vacation with them over the summer.
That they'd said yes made him even more excited. They'd qualified that by saying that if things didn't work out, he could invite a friend, but they'd seemed genuinely excited to meet her, and Liam was excited for Blake to meet his family.
He knew better than to spring this all on her immediately, especially given what she dealt with over break, but when the time was right—and he made sure that she didn't already have anything going on over spring break—he would ask what she thought about the idea.
At the moment, though, Liam just couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again.
As he reached the door, he sent her a quick text before knocking, then smiled when he heard the faint, quick patter of her footsteps, followed by a giggle from the other side of the door.
The door opened, and Liam yelped as he was yanked through, the door slamming shut behind him.
Liam blinked, shaking his head to reorient himself, and barely heard the click of the lock before he was pushed roughly against the wall and a moment later, grunted as Blake jumped on to him, squeezing his hips with her thighs as she captured his lips with her own.
Liam reacted instinctively deepening the kiss as he grabbed Blake's ass, supporting her and moving his hips so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He'd already been half hard just thinking about her on the way here, and as Blake press herself against him, nipping at his lower lip, he immediately became hardest steel.
Liam moaned into Blake's mouth as she ground herself against him, cackling even as she continued to kiss him. His head started to fog over, and thinking became hard as his body gave in to the sensation he'd waited over three weeks to feel again
Just as Liam thought he might forget how to breathe, Blake broke the kiss, pulling back. She kept her legs wrapped tight around his waist though, in her arms resting on his shoulders.
Liam met her gaze, and his cock twitched against the heat between her legs making them both breathe a little bit harder.
"Three fucking weeks," Blake gasped, gazing at him with an inferno raging behind the deep blue of her eyes, "three fucking weeks. That's way too long for me to go without being able to touch you."
Liam's heart was racing, and there was all he could do to nod and form one word, "Agreed."
The smile Blake gave him made a warmth blossom in Liam's chest. One that spread through his entire body.
"My room. Now."
Liam didn't have to be told twice. Securing his hold on Blake even as she tightened her grip on him, burying her face in his neck and filling his knows with the scent of her shampoo and conditioner, he made immediately for her room and shut the door behind them, reaching around to lock it just in case.
With Blake's head still buried against his neck, Liam had a moment to look around the room.
"Wow, I think this is the cleanest your room has ever been."
Blake giggled against his neck, the heat of her breath sending shivers through him, "I had way too much time to myself. Glad you like it, though."
Liam smiled at that, then looked around the room again, gaze lingering on Blake's bed. He thought for a moment. Blake had made it very clear what she wanted—especially as she started kissing his neck—and it felt like she was wearing just a shirt, and nothing else. Maybe underwear, but he couldn't be certain about that, either.
Instead of taking her to the bed, Liam turned toward a blank spot on one of the walls, threading a hand through her hair as she did so, and use that to tilt her head back just enough to kiss her again as he pushed her up against the wall.
Blake gasped, then moaned as he deepened the kiss and ground against her hips.
"Oh, fuck."
Her words were like a shot of arousal straight to his core. Liam had worn jeans over because of the cold, and he was already painfully hard in them.
Making sure he and Blake were braced against the wall, he removed one hand from her ass and started undoing his jeans.
You need to make sure she's OK with this, though.
He broke the kiss, and moved to her jaw, whispering between kisses as he moved up to her earlobe, then down to her neck.
"I thought you might like this," he said as he pushed his jeans down over his hips, "But I want to make sure you're okay with it."
"Oh fuck, yes," Blake moaned as he continued to kiss her, "I might pull your hair out if you stop."
Liam laughed as he moved the hand he'd used to undo his jeans back to Blake's ass, then up to her hips. She was wearing underwear, unfortunately. That wouldn't cause too much of a problem, though.
"I want to know if there's anything else that I can do for you," he breathed, sliding his hand under Blake's ass and between her legs, making her moan. The fabric there was soaked.
"I want to be the best boyfriend—the best partner—that I can be for you," he said as he moved the hand between her legs back to his own hips and pushed down his boxers, "Especially in this area."
"You're incredible, Liam," she moaned, voice thick with arousal, "just do more things like this, and don't fucking stop doing what you're doing right now."
Liam grind against her shoulder, nipping at the skin there and eliciting a sharp gasp from her as he adjusted his hips and reached between Blake's legs once again. This time, he hooked his fingers under her panties and move them to the side.
"Oh, fuck," Blake gaffed, voice catching as her nails dug into his back, "Don't fucking tease me, Liam. I need you inside me. I've needed you inside me so bad every day for the past three weeks. I haven't touched myself for the past three days because I wanted to be so ready for you that you could just—"
Blake let out a wordless gasp as Liam thrust all the way inside her in a single stroke, going as deep as he could get from this position.
Blakes gasp turned into the throaty moan, and before Liam could withdraw, her nails dug into his scalp, and he found himself gazing into her eyes, that raging inferno even wilder than before.
"Fuck me," she half growled half pleaded, "Fuck me like it's the only thing you've wanted to do for the past three weeks and you just can't hold back anymore."
Liam gazed into her eyes for a moment longer, he then held his girlfriend tight as he tried his hardest to fuck her through into the wall.
