Page 10 of The Liar's Reckoning

Before I start to panic, he releases me, but our mess still strings us together. He runs one hand over his mouth while smoothly pulling his other hand up my drenched cock. I shudder—overloaded—and one final gush of cum dribbles from my tip, which looks small, but the wave is strong enough to make my hips jerk.

It’s several seconds before I can catch my breath enough to speak. He stares at me like he’s waiting for a score from the judges. But he’s gotta know, right? I mean—I can tell when I’m giving good head or if I’m having an off night.

He’s gotta know that was a professional level blow job. People pay damn good money for all the things he did there—what he’s capable of. I would know.

The words I finally manage to string together are, “Verdict is—you like sucking cock.“

“Guess that means something about me, huh?” he asks, almost like he’s disappointed he didn’t hate it. “I know Katia’s gonna charge me a fortune for this, but I’d very much like to have sex with you, Silas.”

Sex is included, but yeah, I don’t think I’d mind that either.

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GRAHAM

Ilast all of two seconds in Silas’s ass. I’m actually surprised I lasted the whole two. At first contact with his tight, unforgiving rim, I knew I was a goner. No sooner had I sheathed my dick in his hot, welcoming hole than cum was pouring out of me, and I was crumpling into a trembling heap on top of him.

The blow job got me pretty worked up and loosening him up with lubed fingers like he told me to had me on a dangerous edge. It’s no wonder I didn’t last. At least now I know what it feels like.

He lets me lie there for a minute or so, still inside him, before he taps me on the shoulder. I get the idea he’s done being smothered. “Sorry,” I mumble, trying not to be embarrassed.

“Plenty of time to try again if you want,” he says.

“Or you could fuck me instead,” I offer.

“I’m still recovering from that blow job.”

I’m not sure what to make of that, but it’s not surprising, I guess. I wasn’t exactly a sex machine just now.

I remove my condom, tie it off, and climb out of bed, goinginto the bathroom to throw it away and splash some water on my overheated face. With a damp towel, I wipe the lube and cum off my cock. Thinking he might want to clean up, too, I return to the bed where he’s turned to his side and offer him the towel.

He takes it, uses it, and tosses it to the floor on the other side of the bed rather than handing it back to me.

“How’s it feel?” he asks.

I frown.

“You’re not a virgin anymore.”

I crack a smile when I realize he’s smiling, too. “I don’t know. Do I look different?”

He laughs. “A little.”

I pull up the edge of the duvet and slide underneath the covers. He scoots over to make room for me. “What was your first time like?” I ask.

“Topping? Honestly, I kept losing my erection. I was drunk. It was a lot of work. It felt good enough, but it wore me the fuck out. He was half passed out, too, though, so a mediocre experience all around.”

“How old were you?”

“Twenty? Something like that?”

“And who were you with?”

“Just a guy I was seeing casually at the time.”

“Has there ever been anyone special?” I ask.

Silas blinks, long lashes fluttering several times before looking away.

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