My Fake Husband.

IX.

Warning: BLOW JOB. If you're not comfortable with that skip the first few paragraphs :)

I closed my eyes out of irritation, it let out a few tears that I was holding in just because he was so damn disrespectful and I didn't understand why.

"Niall." He coyly spoke out.

"Liam." I curtly replied.

"Listen, I didn't mean---"

"Save it! I'm leaving this time." I threw the keys at him, and grabbed my half packed luggage, and zipped it up. "I'll be back some other day for the rest of my clothes." I turned back around to head to the door but he shut it and locked me in, staring down at me.

"Let me out!" I shouted.

"No."

"Liam, move!" I pushed his chest, but he didn't budge, he stood still. My tears were still falling, and I began punching his chest, he grabbed onto my wrists and forced his lips on mine. I shut my eyes falling into it and giving up on it, I fell into his trap and I couldn't care less. He wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me closer. I pulled away out of breath before peppering kisses on his scruffy jaw.

"Let me make it up to you." He pushed me towards the bed, before kissing me once more. He unbuckled my jeans, and began pulling them down, along with my boxers, and I felt self conscious wanting to cover myself up, I wasn't that large, and I was positive he was. Liam got down on his knees and placed small kisses along my thighs. "Don't be so tense, you're perfect." That was all he'd said before grabbing on to my semi-hard penis, and began to to suck on the head of my penis, and I nearly lost it letting out a quiet moan. I began stroking my hands through his hair like I was earlier, slowly he put all of my manhood in his mouth, and was bobbing his mouth up and down, while he'd massaged my balls at the same time.

"Oh, fuck Liam." I moaned out thrusting into his mouth, to my surprise he haden't even gagged.

After a little while, his hand movements got quicker, and I was ready to reach my orgasm. I moaned out his name as I finally reached my climax. I fell on to the bed letting out a sigh.

"Wow." That had to have been the best blow job I'd ever gotten. Liam came sitting next to me.

"Pretty good, right?"

"Absolutely amazing. How many did you have to suck to become that good?" It may seem funny but I'm curious. I leaned back pulling his bed covers over myself and smiling up at him.

"None."

"Come on be serious, I'm not going to be mad." I chuckled, knowing he had to have done that to at least a dozen guys to be that skilled.

"Seriously, none. Guess I'm just good at it, cause that was my first time." A soft laugh fell through his lips as he laid down next to me. "You're really something special, Niall. It's cliche but you are." He pushed a thread of hair from my forehead, pressing his lips there, and I was blushing like mad.

"Thanks... You are too, Liam." I smiled pecking his lips and then laying down properly on my side, I was exhausted. Liam got off the bed, and I watched as he took off his shirt, along with his pants and stood in front of me naked. My jaw fell open as I was starring at his perfect six pack, and just as I'd thought he was huge. I gulped, is he expecting sex from me? It's too soon, and I'm still a virgin. He laid down again pulling the bed covers up. "What are you doing?" I smirked at him.

"Cuddling with you."

"You're naked, go get another blanket. You're crazy." I chuckled again, gently pushing him.

"Well, if I just got a blow job and had my willy hanging out under the sheets I'd only feel comfortable if the person who sucked me off and wanted to cuddle was naked too--." He would have continued if I hadent sat up and kissed him. I pulled the sheets up on his side and took of my shirt, leaving him with his jaw down this time.