Chapter 37 - Make Up

Asher

They say the best kind of sex is make up sex, but right now for me it is drunk make up sex. I have Liam on my bed as I claim him from behind.

Fuck, I have missed him. I’ve missed his touch, his kiss, the way my name spills out of his mouth when he reaches his peak. God, I don’t want this to end; but unfortunately, I feel myself rimming the edge as I come undone. Groaning and gripping his hips, I let go but continued to thrust inside of him.

“Asher, wait… fuck…” He groans, fisting the covers in his hands and pushing his ass out to meet my thrusts.

“Wait…stop. I can’t anymore…” he breathes out and it literally takes all my fucking willpower to stop myself and slowly pull out of him.

He falls down face first and tries to catch his breath as my cum drips out of him. Fuck, I want to be inside him again and do some catching up. Turning him on his back, I move in between his legs and take his dick into my mouth, tasting the sal