Page 45 of Tell Me Lies

“What can I say? That has never really been my thing,” he tosses back with a shrug.

“You don’t say?” I lean against the counter. “You had me last night.Multipletimes.” I laugh lightly. “And I’m still sore.”

Dragging his thumb across my bottom lip, he dips his head closer. “Yeah? Is your mouth sore?”

I roll my eyes, looking completely unimpressed. “I’m not even going to answer that question, you idiot.”

“No?” He glides his hand into my hair, giving it a playful tug. “Why not?”

“Because you’re about to be a pervert—that’s why.”

“About to be?” he coos. “Baby, I’m always a pervert.”

Leaning forward, he drags his tongue up my neck, stopping at my ear. “Are you going to be a good girl and suck my dick for my birthday or what, Boston?”

My knees practically buckle at his words, and when he pulls his head back, his big eyes stare at me before he wets his lips.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good answer,” he murmurs before sliding his thumb over my bottom lip again.

“I’m going to go set the alarm, and while I do, you’re going to go into my room and take off every fucking scrap of clothing”—he fists the jersey with his hand—“besides this. Understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good girl. And when I come in, be on your knees next to my bed.”

Pushing myself off the counter, I step away from him and head for his room.

I kneel awkwardly next to his bed as I wait for him to come in. I know this thing between us is getting out of hand, but, good God, just like the sex-crazed chicks in my stories, once they’ve had a sweet taste of the main character … I crave him every second of the day.

The door opens, and I watch him come in, closing it behind him. He strips his jeans and briefs down before pulling his T-shirt over his head. He struts toward me, and every step he takes oozes of confidence. Here he is, completely exposed and bare, his steel cock on full display, standing straight out, and he couldn’t look more comfortable.

Walking around the bed, he stops just before me. His length is hard as he reaches for me, stroking my chin. “Wrap those beautiful lips right around my cock, Mace. Give me my last birthday present.” His hand moves down, gripping my neck. “I need to fuck that tight little throat of yours so fucking badly that I can’t think straight.”

I gradually bring my head closer to him, and it’s obviously not quick enough for what he needs because he grips the back of my head and pushes my head forward. When I part my lips, his length slides along my tongue smoothly, and even though I might have started off a bit shy, the sight of him gazing down at me, grinding his teeth together, takes any nerves from my body and demolishes them. I lick the tip of him before leaning closer and closer until he’s hitting the back of my throat. When I gag and try to pull back, his grip tightens, and he keeps me there, making me gag again.

When he releases me the slightest bit, I let my head fall back just enough to give my throat a break before diving back in. My mouth waters, creating its own lubrication for his hard cock to slide in and out of.

I gaze up at him as I pull back and run my tongue down his length before twirling it around the tip. Reaching up, I grab his thighs, keeping myself steady while I attempt to give him the best birthday blow job a man could ask for.

“I knew you’d look beautiful with my dick in your mouth,” he rasps. “Fucking masterpiece, Boston. That’s what you are.”

His praise always seems to get me even more excited and a lot more drenched, and when I suck harder and faster, he hisses and breathes out a throaty laugh.

“Fuck me.That feels so good. Keep on sucking my dick with those magical lips, just like that, baby.”

I attempt to squeeze my thighs together to relieve the pressure that’s building simply from pleasuring him.

“You need me, don’t you?” His voice is deep and controlled. “I see you, sweet thing. I can tell you’re aching for me to fill you up and fuck you hard.”

I continue working him with my mouth, not wanting this to turn into something about me. It can’t always be that way in a story. Relationships—whether friendships, romantic, or in our case, strictly business and sex—are a two-way street. Both parties are equally important, yet so far, this man always wants to give. It’s my turn to give to him.

“Come on, Boston. Stop trying to play it off like that pussy of yours isn’t a little slut for my cock.” He pulls my head back, keeping only the tip of his length between my lips as he glowers down at me. “You need me to help you—admit it.”

I attempt to push forward and take more of him into my mouth again. The sting from his hold on my hair hurts, but I also kind of like the pain it’s providing right now. But it’s his strength that isn’t allowing me to do what I want to do.

It’s too soon for me to know if this is how Logan is. If he really is the guy who wants to please just as much as he wants to be pleased. But so far, all roads point to yes.

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