Hail Mary

Niall

Liam Payne is going to be the death of me. I told him when we first started this that I've bottomed before, but it hasn't been often, and it's usually a lot harder for me to get off that way. The tops I was with never seemed to have a clue what they were doing, and they always just pushed and shoved until they got what they wanted, maybe remembering to reach around and jack me off if they were feeling especially generous. But it's different with Liam. I know he's never done this before—not with a guy, anyway—but he's taking so much care with me that I have plenty of time to adjust to his size. He's bigger than I thought, nice and thick, and when I get him a few inches deep, he presses right against that spot that makes my whole body suddenly freeze, a slave to the intense hit of pleasure. I grip the edges of the bed, and lift my ass up to give him a better angle to penetrate me. When he lifts his hips and his big cock sinks into me fully, I let out a loud, low moan. It's an unreal sensation. A feeling of fullness and an awareness of his every movement, from the slightest twitch to the very moment I start to ride him. When his hips push upward again, he hits that same spot, and I arch against him, wanting him deeper inside of me. Fuck. If I knew bottoming could've felt this good, I would've done a lot more of it. But as great as it feels, I know it's because of my partner. Being fucked by Liam is an experience I can't even describe, and when I can manage to pry my eyes open long enough to meet his, it's just beyond amazing. We move slow and steady at first, then, as I relax even more and the lube works its magic, he starts to pump into me, meeting me halfway each time, and I've never seen anything sexier. Watching his muscles flex as he fucks me, seeing the expressions he makes and the way he's totally losing his composure is the best thing I can ever imagine. I can feel him hit deep, satisfying something inside of me I never even knew I wanted. But it's the more shallow movements that have me moaning and panting and begging, to the point where I have no idea what I'm saying. I'm his completely right now. His to bring over the edge, and when he does it, I can hear my own shout bounce off the hotel walls. White hot pleasure streaks through me. My hands grip the edge of the bed hard, but I can't feel any pain from it. The sensation of ecstasy is too strong, and it's ramped up even more when Liam thrusts into me one last time before he comes. When I force my eyes open again to watch him, I can tell he's experiencing the same sort of bliss I am. His face is contorted in pleasure, his lips parted, a deep moan pulling from him. I can still feel him inside of me, and it makes the whole experience that much better; that much more intimate. We're both left panting, almost gasping for breath. I keep him inside of me, not wanting to let him go yet, and both of my hands thread into his hair as we kiss. I can't think of a more perfect way to end this season than being here, wrapped up with the man I love.