Recovering...sort of

Liam leaned back into the couch, his hands steepled together as he glanced at you. Despite your obvious irritation, your flushed cheeks and the slightly hazy look in your eyes betrayed how far the **** had taken you. He bit the inside of his cheek, his mind racing with Aphrodite’s challenge and the dwindling time left to meet it.

This wasn’t how he’d imagined the night going, but the opportunity was presenting itself. He’d been trying to find the perfect moment for days, and tonight, with your brazen, devil-may-care attitude brought on by **** and frustration, he might finally have the opening he needed.

“Hey,” Liam started casually, his voice low and even. “You feeling okay?”

You turned your head toward him, your expression blank. “I’m drunk. What do you think?”

He chuckled softly, his voice warm. “Yeah, I can see that. But seriously. You’ve been... well, through a lot today.”

You snorted. “Understatement of the century, Liam.”

“I know,” he said, leaning closer just slightly. “Which is why I think you should, you know, take it easy. Maybe even... help out a friend?”

You frowned at him, your tone sharp and irritated. “Are you seriously going there? Now?”

Liam shrugged, keeping his tone light. “Why not? Look, you’re buzzed, you’re pissed off at the world, and you’re so done with everything that I doubt you’ll even care. Just think of it as our usual arrangement.”

You glared at him, but your buzzed state dulled the sharpness of your response. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” he said with a grin that bordered on teasing. “And you know it works both ways. If you’re feeling this crappy, maybe tonight, I could return the favor for once.”

You blinked, his suggestion catching you off guard. Usually, these "arrangements" revolved around Liam—him benefiting while you begrudgingly went along with it. The idea that he’d offer to help you instead was... surprising, to say the least.

Still, your irritation burned hotter than your curiosity. “Liam, I’m not in the mood for your games tonight.”

“I’m not playing games,” he said softly, leaning forward. His hand rested lightly on your arm, a gesture meant to calm. “Look, you’ve had a rough day. I’m just saying, why not let go of the anger for a bit? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But if you’re feeling all that frustration...”

He let the sentence hang, his meaning clear.

You tilted your head back, groaning as you stared at the ceiling. Every muscle in your body felt tense, every thought jumbled thanks to the **** coursing through your system. That relentless, nagging fixation in the back of your mind wasn’t helping, either.

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered.

“I’m practical,” he countered, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Besides, you’ve helped me out before. You know how this goes. What’s the harm in taking the edge off? For both of us.”

You gave him a long, skeptical look, your irritation still simmering. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” he replied, his tone soft but firm.

Your mind raced, though the **** slowed your thoughts into a sluggish mess. Somewhere, buried under the haze, you knew you shouldn’t entertain this. But you were exhausted, tipsy, and utterly done with everything. At this point, why not?

“Fine,” you said finally, your voice flat and resigned.

Liam’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile, though he quickly masked it. “Good. Let’s just keep it simple, yeah? You don’t even have to move—just sit back.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning back against the couch as he shifted closer. His hand brushed against your shoulder, his touch gentle but deliberate.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth. “Just let it happen.”

For the first time all night, the weight of everything seemed to lift, even if just slightly.

You let out a long, frustrated sigh, leaning back into the couch as the vodka buzz pulsed in your veins. Your head felt heavy, but not unpleasantly so—it was the kind of haze that dulled the jagged edges of your annoyance, leaving you with a strange, almost reckless calm. Liam sat next to you, closer than usual, his eyes fixed on you with that irritating mix of concern and something you couldn’t—or wouldn’t—name.

“You’ve been staring at me for five minutes,” you muttered, turning your head lazily to meet his gaze. “What, am I a science experiment now?”

He smirked, though there was something softer underneath it. “You’re just... different tonight.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you have the worst day ever and down half a bottle of vodka.” You shifted in your seat, the warmth of the **** making your skin feel oddly sensitive.

Liam chuckled, his hand brushing lightly against your arm. “Fair point. But seriously, you seem... tense.”

You shot him a glare, though it lacked its usual bite. “Gee, thanks, Dr. Obvious. Didn’t realize I was supposed to feel relaxed after hauling bags of food, getting mistaken for a stripper, and sitting on some random drunk guy’s lap.”

“That sounds like a hell of a story,” he said, leaning back and stretching his arm along the top of the couch.

“It’s not a story I want to tell,” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest.

The room fell into a momentary silence, save for the faint hum of the TV in the background. You could feel Liam’s gaze on you, but you didn’t bother acknowledging it. The vodka had dulled your usual sharpness, leaving you feeling sluggish and disinterested in bantering with him like usual.

“Hey,” Liam said softly, his tone unusually gentle. “You okay?”

You turned to him, narrowing your eyes. “Why do you keep asking that?”

“Because I care,” he said simply, his gaze steady.

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. Instead, you just looked at him, the haze of **** making his features blur slightly.

“I’m fine,” you said finally, though the words felt hollow even to you.

He didn’t press further, but his hand moved to rest on your shoulder, the warmth of his touch grounding you in a way you didn’t want to admit.

“Look,” he started, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I know today sucked, and I know you probably want to forget all of it. But you know I’m here for you, right?”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Here for me? Liam, you’re the reason half of my problems exist in the first place.”

“Okay, ouch,” he said with a sheepish grin. “But I mean it. If there’s something you need—something I can do to make things easier—just say the word.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the earnestness in his tone. For a moment, you considered brushing him off with a snarky remark, but the buzz in your head made you pause.

“Something I need, huh?” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “What, like a winning lottery ticket? A one-way ticket out of this nightmare?”

He chuckled softly. “I was thinking something a bit more... immediate.”

You raised an eyebrow, your drunken haze making it harder to decipher his meaning. “Immediate?”

He nodded, leaning in slightly. “You know what I mean.”

The realization hit you like a freight train, and you let out a sharp exhale, your frustration bubbling to the surface.

“Seriously? That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

“Hey, I’m just offering,” he said, holding up his hands defensively. “No pressure. But... it might help you blow off some steam.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t entirely suppress the small, treacherous voice in the back of your mind that was considering it. The vodka buzz made everything feel distant and surreal, and you were too tired and fed up to argue.

“Fine,” you said, your voice heavy with resignation. “If it’ll shut you up, let’s just get it over with.”

Liam’s expression softened, and he gave you a small nod. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m drunk, Liam,” you said flatly. “I’m not sure about anything right now. But I’m also too tired to care.”

He hesitated for a moment, then shifted closer, his movements careful and deliberate. “Alright. Let’s keep it simple.”

You nodded wordlessly, your mind a swirling mess of frustration, defiance, and the ever-present buzz of the vodka.

The arrangement was nothing new—it was a routine you’d fallen into more times than you cared to count. But tonight, there was an edge to it, a tension that neither of you acknowledged out loud.

Liam’s hand brushed against yours, guiding you gently but firmly. You let out a small, exasperated sigh, but you didn’t pull away. The vodka buzz dulled your usual resistance, leaving you feeling strangely detached from the situation.

As you went through the motions, the heat of his gaze was impossible to ignore. You could feel his eyes on you, watching every movement with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

“I am relaxed,” you shot back, though the tension in your shoulders betrayed you.

He chuckled softly, his hand brushing against your cheek. “Could’ve fooled me.”

You huffed in annoyance, but the warmth of his touch was oddly comforting. You let yourself sink into the moment, your mind drifting as the **** continued to hum in your veins.

When it was over, you leaned back against the couch, letting out a long, tired sigh. Liam sat beside you, his expression unreadable.

“You good?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Peachy,” you muttered, closing your eyes.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, and for the first time that night, you felt a small measure of peace.

You sink deeper into the couch, the worn cushions enveloping you in a warm, sweat-drenched hug. The air is thick with tension, heavy with the weight of your own frustration and Liam's expectant gaze. You're half a bottle of vodka down, the burn still coursing through your veins like liquid fire.

Liam's eyes lock onto yours, his pupils dilating as he waits for you to begin. Your hand trembles slightly as you reach out, fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants. The fabric stretches taut over his thighs, a thin layer of sweat beading on its surface.

Your mind is a jumble of conflicting desires and revulsion. You can't help but think about the groomsmen's leering faces, their crude comments still echoing in your ears. But you push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on Liam's eager body.

You pull his pants down, the fabric whispering against your skin as it slides over his hips. His cock springs free, a rigid column of flesh that seems to pulse with its own dark energy. You can't help but feel a twinge of revulsion at the sight, but you push it aside, telling yourself you're just being ridiculous.

The thought crosses your mind like a whisper in your ear: suck him. Make out with him. Do something, anything, to satiate this godforsaken oral fixation that's been driving you crazy all day.

You shudder at the thought, but your hand moves of its own accord, stroking Liam's cock with a slow, deliberate rhythm. His eyes flutter closed, his breath hitching as he leans into your touch.

Your mind is a maelstrom of conflicting desires, each one screaming for attention like a starving animal. You can feel the oral fixation clawing at you, urging you to give in to its demands. But you resist, telling yourself you're not that kind of person.

You continue stroking Liam's cock, your fingers moving with a slow, deliberate pace. His body responds eagerly, his hips thrusting forward as he leans into your touch.

The air is thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken desires and repressed emotions. You can feel the sweat dripping down your spine, the heat radiating off Liam's skin like a palpable ****.

You're acutely aware of every inch of his body, every curve and contour that seems to be begging for attention. Your hand moves closer, your fingers brushing against the base of his cock as you continue stroking him with slow, deliberate motions.

The thought crosses your mind again: suck him. Make out with him. Do something, anything, to satiate this godforsaken oral fixation that's been driving you crazy all day.

You shudder at the thought, but your hand moves on, continuing its slow, deliberate rhythm. Liam's eyes flutter open, his gaze locking onto yours as he waits for you to give in to your desires.

The silence is oppressive, heavy with unspoken emotions and repressed desires. You can feel the weight of it bearing down on you, pressing against your skin like a physical ****.

And then, without thinking, you lean forward, your lips brushing against Liam's ear as you whisper: "I don't know what I'm feeling right now..."

Liam's eyes flash with surprise, his breath hitching as he leans into your touch. You feel a surge of panic at the thought of giving in to your desires, but it's too late.

Your hand moves on, continuing its slow, deliberate rhythm as you continue stroking Liam's cock. The oral fixation is still there, lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for its moment to strike.

But for now, you're content to simply be, to let the tension build and the desire simmer. You can feel it coursing through your veins like liquid fire, burning away at your resolve with every passing second.

And yet, despite the revulsion that's growing inside you, you can't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. The thought of giving in to your desires is both terrifying and exhilarating, a prospect that sends shivers down your spine.

You're trapped in this cycle of desire and revulsion, unable to escape the toxic web of emotions that's ensnaring you. And yet, despite it all, you can't help but feel drawn closer, deeper into the abyss of your own twisted desires.

Your hands move deftly, stroking his cock with a practiced ease that belies the turmoil brewing inside you. The vodka coursing through your veins makes everything feel muffled, distant - but not in a way that dulls the sensation. It's more like... numbing it. You're acutely aware of every inch of Liam's body beneath your touch, and yet, you can't help but let go of all rational thought. And what happened next had no explanation.

The moment his cock is in your mouth, everything else fades away. The world narrows to this single, pulsing point of pleasure. Your lips move deftly, exploring the contours of his shaft with a hunger that's almost... primal. You feel the slight give of his skin as you take him deeper, and it sends shivers down your spine.

Liam's eyes flutter closed, his head thrown back in abandon as he lets out a low moan. "Jesus Christ," he whispers, his voice husky with pleasure. "You're... wow."

Your own response is lost in the sound of your own ragged breathing. You can feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through you, mixed with the slow-burning fire of the oral fixation that's been driving you crazy all night.

But this isn't just about satisfying the curse - it's about Liam. Your best friend, your confidant, the one person who's seen you at your worst and still manages to... make you feel like a million bucks. You can almost taste the mix of fear and excitement in his voice as he says, "Slow down, man. I don't want to come yet."

You pause, your lips hovering inches from Liam's skin. For a moment, you're tempted to just keep going - to let go of all control and see where this wild ride takes you both. But then... something inside you clicks into place.

This isn't about the curse anymore. This is about Liam. About the connection between you two that goes far beyond sex. You take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you slowly begin to withdraw from his cock.

Liam's eyes snap open, a look of shock crossing his face as he realizes what just happened. "Wait," he says, his voice low and husky. "Don't stop."

You hesitate, your fingers trembling with the effort of holding back. But then... something inside you gives in. You take Liam's cock into your mouth once more, this time slower, more deliberate.

The sensation is like nothing else in the world. It's like a symphony of pleasure and pain, all mixed together in perfect harmony. Your lips move deftly, exploring every inch of his shaft as you suck him deeper. The taste of his skin on your tongue is like... heaven.

Liam's body arches off the couch, his hands grasping for your shoulders as he lets out a low moan. "Oh God," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding in your ears. "You're killing me."

And yet... you can't stop. You're trapped in this cycle of pleasure and pain, with no escape in sight. All you can do is keep going, deeper and deeper into the abyss.

As you suck him harder, faster, the world around you begins to fade away. It's just you, Liam, and the sensation that's building inside you like a storm. You feel your own body begin to respond, your muscles tensing with anticipation as...

Liam's voice cuts through the haze, his words slurred but urgent. "Suck it all in," he whispers, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "Make me come."

You hesitate for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. But then... something inside you gives in. You take Liam's cock into your mouth once more, this time with a ferocity that borders on madness.

The world around you implodes into nothingness as you succumb to the oral fixation, lost in a sea of pleasure and pain. The last thing you hear is Liam's voice, his words slurred but full of desperation... "Come on, man. Just..."

As you continue to suck him off, your mind wanders back to the earlier humiliation at the bachelor party. The memory of their leering eyes and catcalls still burns within you, but the **** has numbed the pain. For now, it's just about the sensation, the taste, and the feel of Liam's cock in your mouth.

You can't help but think about the random groomsmen from earlier today, his face etched into your mind like a dirty secret. The way he looked at you, with a mix of disgust and curiosity, still makes your skin crawl. But here, with Liam, it's different. This is intimacy, this is connection.

You break away from the cock for a moment, your lips slick with saliva as you gaze up at Liam's face. His eyes are closed, his head tilted back in ecstasy, and for a brief moment, you forget about everything else. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in this moment.

The thought of making out with him crosses your mind, but it's not what you need right now. Sucking his cock is like a release valve, satisfying the oral fixation that's been driving you crazy all day. But there's something more to it, something deeper.

You take Liam's cock back into your mouth, your lips wrapping around it like a vice. The sensation is overwhelming, the taste and feel of him on your tongue sending shivers down your spine. You can't help but think about how good this feels, how right it feels.

As you continue to suck him off, you start to get carried away. Your mouth moves faster, slurping and sucking with a ferocity that's almost primal. Liam's reactions are immediate, his moans and gasps filling the air as he comes closer to orgasm.

You feel it too, the build-up of tension and release. It's like a dam has burst inside you, unleashing a torrent of emotions and desires. You're not sure what's real anymore, what's just the booze talking.

But in this moment, none of that matters. All that exists is Liam's cock in your mouth, his body beneath yours, and the raw, animalistic desire that's taking over.

You take him deeper, your lips and tongue exploring every inch of his body. The sensation is almost too much to handle, but you can't stop. You're addicted to this feeling, this rush of adrenaline and pleasure.

It's like nothing you've ever experienced before. The taste is metallic, the smell pungent, but it's also... intoxicating. Your mind reels as you try to process this new sensation. You can't help but think about how much you want to suck on things right now.

The thought crosses your mind again, and for a moment, you hesitate. But then something takes over – the oral fixation, the craving that's been building all day. It's like a fire in your belly, burning hotter with every passing second.

You take Liam deeper into your mouth, the saliva slick lips connecting to his cock as you break away from it, leaving behind strands of gooey goodness. The sensation is almost too much to bear – the way he tastes, the feel of him against your tongue... It's like a symphony of pleasure and pain, all mixed together in perfect harmony.

Liam starts to moan, his voice low and husky as he speaks into your hair. "Oh god, yeah... that feels so good..." His words are slurred, but you can tell he's trying to keep up with the pace.

You pick up speed, slurping down on him like a starving animal. The room spins around you, the lights blurring together in a kaleidoscope of color and sound. You're lost in this moment, consumed by your own desires.

And then, just as suddenly, it's over. You pull away inexpicably, gasping for air as he looks at you with a mixture of shock and desire. "Whoa... slow down," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You pause, still licking your lips, the taste of him lingering on your tongue. For a moment, you just stare at each other, the tension between you crackling like electricity in the air.

You sigh, feeling frustrated with yourself. You know it's not going away anytime soon. But for now... for now, you'll just have to deal with it.

The taste is metallic, bitter, and sweet all at once. It's like nothing you've ever experienced before. You swallow, feeling a wave of nausea wash over you. But it's not just about the act itself; it's about the fact that you're doing this with Liam, your best friend, without any influence other than ****.

It's a groundbreaking moment, one that leaves you breathless and emotionless.