Page 4 of King of Liars

Sy’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, that stupid smile across his face not changing. “Boss, if you change your mind, you have my number.” He winked.

“Yeah, right.” I shook my head. “Nice meeting you guys,” I told them, turning around and heading out the door.

Sweat slid down my forehead. My heartbeat raced.

Dodged a fucking bullet there.

But alongside all the nervousness and the WTFs playing through my mind, there was a rush of excitement within me.

Because Sy had made it just as tempting by leaving the door wide open.

No, out of the question. Shut it down.

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Boss

“Come here, Boss,” Sy says, taking my hand and guiding me through the dark hall, which seems to go on and on before being consumed by shadow. I follow in tow, eagerness welling within me as he turns and smiles.

God, he’s so fucking pretty. I want to stick my cock between those lips.

The way he’s got guys worshipping him, he must give the best bj ever, but his mouth’s not the only hole I’m interested in. I want to know what it would feel like to be inside him, to be the reason for his smile. It shouldn’t feel as electrifying as it does, but I can’t help what turns me on.

I’m lost in this mystical corridor for a moment before I find myself inside a room with gray walls, like the concrete basement Two led me into. It’s not the basement, though. It’s like a fucking prison cell, even has a barred window.

Sy pushes his chest up against the wall, spreading his arms out. I notice cuffs affixed to the wall with chains. He glances over his shoulder. “You about ready to fuck me? Go ahead.” He indicates the cuffs, and I restrain him.

I’m a fucking animal, lunging at him, forcing his pants down and tearing his shirt off his body like it’s paper. I can hardly consider my senses before I work my way into him.

He rears his head back, screaming. “Too fast,” he calls out, and I’m about to slow down when he adds, “No, keep going! I love it! I need it, Boss. I need you.”

My heart fucking soars at his words.

But no, something’s off. Something’s wrong.

This isn’t real, and I know it.

I must be dreaming, but fuck, I don’t want it to end. If I can’t fucking have him in real life, don’t I at least deserve it here?

My eyes popped open. “FUCK!” I shouted, slamming my fist against the mattress beside me, before doing the same with the other. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

It wasn’t fair or right. I’d had him, if only in my mind. My cock inside him, seeing what it was like to give him pleasure, but the fantasy had evaded me, as if Sy had some supernatural power to fucking implant himself into my brain and torment me.

I grunted as I took my cock in my hand.

Hard as a rock.

Harder than I ever remembered being over any fucking dream.

Painfully hard.

Damn you, Sy.

I licked my palm before returning my jerking-off hand to my shaft and stroking. I already knew I was going to need a few spits to make it work, so I kept lubricating as I sealed my eyes shut, thinking about screwing Sy Evans.

King Sy. What a crock of shit. What a fucking con. What stupid guys to fall for such a ridiculous act. King of what?

King of my cock, I thought as I desperately attempted to recall the feeling of what it had been like in that dream, to have him chained against the wall, fucking him from behind. I wanted him to beg me for more, wanted him to glance over his shoulder at me and fucking smile that devilish smile he was so fucking good at making.

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