Page 108 of The Liar's Reckoning

Popping the top on the lube, I slick up my cock and squirt some directly on his tight, puckered opening. It relaxes again as the cool gel lands on it, and I stare, fascinated. I’ve never done this with someone I actually care about. I’m nervous because I know it can hurt, which is part of what’s great about it—all the exploding sensation—but also kind of sucks? What if he hates it?

“Do you need me to go slow?” I ask, stalling with my dick in my hand an inch away from his entrance.

“Silas, what I really need is for you to stop overthinking this. I need you. Just fucking give it to me.”

I bite my lip and furrow my brow, moving incrementally closer until my dripping crown is notched against his hole. He opens easily for me, and I run both hands over his hips, praying my body will figure out what to do on its own because he’s so right. I’m overthinking the hell out of this. Closing my eyes, I focus on the warmth of his skin beneath my palms, the firm swells and edges. Maybe we move together, because my cock is suddenly compressed and hot.

“Ahhh….” That’s both of us as I keep sinking.

“Mmmph…baby,” he groans, rocking his hips to adjust. My hips meet his ass, and I look down, no longer able to see even an inch of my cock. I pull back slightly to confirm I’m actually inside him because very little is making logical sense. It’s all heat and heartbeats and fuzz in my brain.

Another long moan from him as I move, shivering when I’m sucked back in. He curses.

God,fuck. This is incredible. How did I not like this before? When did I decide it wasn’t “me?”

“Jesus,” he bursts. “Right there.”

I feel it, too…the slightest contour of his prostate as my crown slides past it. I grip his hips and move him instead of myself, because I don’t have the control it would take not to drive him into the mattress.

“Tell me what to do,” he says, his breaths increasingly shallow and his words strained with need. “Teach me how to take you.”

“Clench,” I manage to say, and then I groan like a dying animal when he does.

“Mm…fuck…Silas…that feels so fucking good. Fuck…”

I keep moving him, and he keeps clenching. My insides are liquefying, and that tenuous grasp I have on my control is slipping. “I need to…I need…” I can’t get the words out.

“Yes,” he tells me. “Yes. Please.”

My hips thrust hard, and he shouts as his hand slaps the headboard to brace himself.

“Silas—fuck—please…”

I’m too fucking close. My thighs are shaking, my toes are fucking curling. I’m doing everything I can not to come before he does, but I’m not gonna make it. Pounding into his ass with a total lack of restraint, the slap of our balls has me close to blacking out.

An unholy sound erupts from him, and his ass ripples around my thrusting cock. His back bends like he’s fucking possessed, and he literally scratches marks into the wooden headboard.

I lose the battle. My balls are too tight. His ass is too tight. Too hot. His moans and spasms are too overstimulating, and I’m… “Fuck, I can’t.” It sounds like a sob as I come so fucking hard I stop breathing. My cock swells and pulses painfully in his tight channel, and this goes on for so long I stop seeing and hearing. I’ve got a death grip on his hips as I unload every last drop of me into his ass, and when there’s nothing left, I collapse on top of him. We land with a grunt on the mattress. I slide half off his sweaty back and my dick slips out of him abruptly—zero finesse whatsoever.

Not my finest moment, but I’m beyond caring. I’ll apologize later…make it up to him, I think blearily through the fog of post orgasmic haze. Moments later, my hand finds his head, and I run my fingers through his sweaty hair. “Are you okay? I’m sorry.”

“S—s—sorry?” he stutters.

“Are you okay?” I ask again.

“Silas…fuck.”

He hasn’t said much more than that for a while, so I’m not sure what to make of it.

“I’ve never come like that in my life,” he says.

“You came?”

“Fuck yeah.”

So many fucks. I love it.

“It was hard to tell,” I say. “That fucking thing…”

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