Page 48 of Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition

His whole body goes limp and he doesn’t fight when I pull him into my arms. Easier to fuck him … and to kiss him.

Laur doesn’t kiss back, just lets my lips explore his lips and chin while my cock spears deep inside him. I grunt, so close to coming…

When I intrude with my tongue—he tastes like whiskey—he opens his mouth with an aggressive disinterest. And when I make the kiss more insistent, balls-deep in his ass and fucking harder than ever, he finally kisses back. Just a tentative tilt of his head, the slight movement of his tongue, the shyest suck of his lips. He’s left his hands pinned above his head, long after we’d fucked the restraints loose, but now his hands slide around my back to stroke over my t-shirt.

I erupt just as the shortened fingers of his right hand caress the back of my neck. The firing of pleasure, the release of all that sexual tension … it’s like my body is being pulled in two and it’s only his uncertain embrace that keeps me from shattering.

“Fuck…” I hear the newly wet slap of my cock entering his ass. “Forgot about protection.”

“I don’t care.” He holds me closer and rocks slowly, milking my cock inside his ass.

The anger is gone from him now, and his voice, deep and calm, near my ear makes the lust in my belly roil again, even if my cock is thrumming with pleasure and totally spent.

I pull out and his arms slip away from me. He falls on the couch like I’d fucked the life out of him. His cum glistens on his belly and chest, mine drizzles from between his widespread legs. My cock, still wet, twitches. I want him again tonight.

Laur sighs, the happiest sound he’s ever made, and turns into the pillow. He’s about to fall asleep. Absolutely filthy from sex and more innocent than I’d ever seen.

I want him again, right now.

“Hey! No!” Laur violently thrashes out of his stupor when I grab him under the legs and around his back and pluck him off the couch. “Fucking hell! Put me down!”

I smile mischievously and carry him across the living room, like a dainty child.

“Chard—Jeremy, I mean it, don’t…”

“Which one is your bedroom?”

He scowls at me. And I remember being tied up in his guest room. So I open the other door. His bedroom is dark, with blackout curtains and not even an alarm clock to cast a glow, so I leave the door open and bring him to the bed. I drape him on the bed with another kiss, amused by how much this irritates my broken little princess.

Laur kicks off the last of his clothes, the stubborn shorts hanging on his legs. Then Laur crosses his arms and his legs at the ankle as if re-locking the safe of his body. “Don’t do that ever again. I don’t like it.”

His words horrify me into stillness. “Fuck you?”

“What?” The darkness on his face turns to confusion. “No, no, that was great. I’ve been waiting for you to get the nerve to do that since the night we met.”

News to me. That night when I’d thought about grabbing him and tearing off his clothes … he’d wanted that too.

But he doesn’t want something else. Never wanted it again. Didn’t like it.

When he sees I’m not following he clarifies, as if it was obvious. “Don’t carry me.”

“Oh,” That was obvious. “Okay. Sorry. Why not?”

In the half-light of the hallway, I see exhaustion and post-sex relaxation defeat his caginess. “Because the last time a fella had to carry me I’d just lost a couple body parts and had my legs pulverized.”

“I … sorry.”

He waves his hand like it was nothing.

Now that he’s calm again, it’s awkward and unsettled. Maybe I should go. But I want to stay. Was it all right for me to touch him again?

Laur clears his throat, looking very small in his bed. He says with much less bravado than he had a moment ago, “Well, aren’t you gonna … you know ki … do it again?”

He can’t even say kiss. I smile at his macho repression. I place my knee on the bed and lean over him. “Do what thing?”

He stares me dead in the face. “You fucking know. Don’t play games with me.”

I love playing games with him. And mine aren’t as mean as his … I think. I come no closer, forcing him to either ask or kiss me himself.

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