Page 51 of Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition

“Fuck me harder!”

He obliges. The pain and the ecstasy rise between us to frightened heat. We’re both panting for breath and groping at each other, bodies slick with sweat sliding in his sheets.

Then he says, quietly, almost conversationally, “Okay.”

“Huh?” I’d lost track of the conversation around the time he’d started mauling my cock.

“You’re my boyfriend,” he says. “We’re gonna be just … gonna be exclusive and I’m gonna come inside.”

“Yes…” I tighten my legs around him. “Please.”

“I’ll try not to be an asshole to the man I’m fucking, and you’ll try not to be a slut. And it’s going to be impossible because we’re both broken as hell.”

He pauses in his panting speech to fuck me with rapid and shallow thrusts, shaking the whole bed with the force. I growl and welcome his cock, so close to coming, all I can think of is this passion threatening to immolate me.

Then I burst between our bodies in a stream as erratic as my panting breath and his pounding hips.

“God, I love it when you come while I’m fucking you,” Laur croons. “Yeah, boyfriend. And we’ll go to dinner tomorrow night or some shit. “

“I work at night,” I remind him, rubbing my cum over my abdomen and flexing.

“Yeah, you do.” He remembers my job with a sharp stab of his cock, and leans his head back and moans. I bet he’s imagining my dance.

He laughs, and I brace myself for his meanness. “Brunch, then?”

“Sure. You can wear your sweater vest, and I’ll put on a fancy hat.”

He bows over me and kisses me again, a sloppy, desperate kiss. I wrap my arms around his head to lock him in that kiss, and he keeps pummeling my ass, until his body wrenches and he erupts inside me.

He tries to slip away and put distance between our bodies, but I throw my thigh over him and keep him close.

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Mornings, it turns out, are the hardest time for him. Stiff from not moving all night. When I see how wobbly he is first thing, I thought he would certainly call off our first date.

But instead, he puts the keys to his car in my hand. “You can drive, right?”

He’s quiet and hushed at the diner, locked in a conversation with himself that’s fairly intense and not for me.

It’s only after the coffee has been delivered that he finally says. “Okay. I’m gonna tell you about it.”

“Huh?”

He looks across the table at me. Glass eye just as focused and intense as the real one. He lifts his hand and wiggles his missing fingers inside the gloves.

I swallow hard. “You don’t have—”

“I know.” Laur cuts me off. Then proceeded to sit in silence and stir his coffee.

I let him find his own way to the beginning.

“So … I don’t even remember which town. All the names kind of blended together, everything was “Ab” or “Ak” something or else “Qal?eh-ye.” I called them all by their map coordinates. That tells you part of our problem over there, doesn’t it?”

I nod earnestly as if I had ever thought once in my life about “over there.” Hell, I didn’t even know which Middle East place he was talking about.

“This terrorist cell ambushed us while we were setting up an ambush for them. We were mostly explosive experts and … the kind of group that doesn’t have an official designation.”

“Because of secrecy?”

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