Page 12 of The Liar's Reckoning

“Still…”

Silas turns to his side, takes my hand and places it on his cock. “If you want the rest of the gay experience, we’ll need to stop talking about lifetime security and pragmatism. Get me hard so I can fuck you.”

I switch on like a power plant—dick rising to full mast and heart thundering away again. Spitting in my hand, I grip his cock and get it wet. My gaze lands on his mouth. To my surprise, he reaches for me, too, fisting my dick and pressing his mouth to my shoulder.

I turn to face him, forcing him to move his lips to my other shoulder. I inhale the lemony scent of his hair as he gathers our cocks together and jerks them as one.

“Oh,God…” I groan when his hard, silken flesh meets mine.

“You like that?”

“Yeah…it’s…fuck yeah.”

Silas kisses my neck, his warm breath gusting and sending chills down my spine. My dick pulses in his grip. Every second,his grows stiffer—more rigid against mine. “Should I stop? Could you, Mister Discipline?” he teases.

“Fuck you.” I grab him by the arm, nails digging in, because if he stops now, I’ll—I don’t even know.

“You’ve got a choice, Graham…” he murmurs into my neck. “You can either take your vows in front of your priest tomorrow with a wrecked asshole, or you can walk away right now.”

I growl. “I’m not sure I trust you to stay hard.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” he breathes into my ear. Hot, heavy. The sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Take a do over.” I force him onto his back and reach for the condoms and lube. Straddling him, I pin him to the bed with my hips and rip open the condom packet with my teeth. Then I hesitate. “If that’s all right with you.”

“Your dime, mister,” he says, as he grips our dicks again and pulls.

I suck in a deep breath as pleasure blasts through every cell. “You’re so fucking hot,” I tell him, in case he didn’t get the memo from earlier. From virgin me.

I manage to slide on the condom, and he hikes his knees back, showing me his dark, hairless hole. I spit on it, shoving two fingers inside, staring in awe as his abs clench, and his cock pulses out a thread of precum. “You like it rough?” I ask.

He nods, humming, “Mmhmm.”

I may not look any different, but I feel like a new man. Using a glob of lube, I slick up my latex-covered cock and shove in deep. He cries out sharply—a sound I feel in my chest. “Good?” I ask.

“Mmph…yeah. Exactly like that,” he says.

“I bet that’s what you say to all the boys.” I grip his thighs and pound forward. He reaches back and presses his hands to the upholstered headboard. When he arches his neck, I glimpse him at a new angle that makes him look like an entirely different person—beautiful—so damn gorgeous.

His hole clenches around me, and I force myself through the resistance, his asshole its own sucking void some part of me is probably lost to forever. His head settles back onto the pillow and his gaze pierces mine. His ass works my cock in rhythmic pulses. Squeezing me tighter every time I withdraw only to open again for me when I thrust back inside.

He’s strong, and it makes me feral with another urge I’ve never had. Claim. Possess. Mark. Breed.

Primal need claws up my spine as I fuck him all the way to the headboard, eventually overpowering his muscular arms.

Or he lets me do it.

With my hands braced on his broad chest, his slide past my hips to grip my ass, and then we’re fucking each other—staring into each other’s eyes like we’re daring the other one to blink first.

I short-circuit. He’s too good, proving he’s a pro with the way he milks my orgasm straight from my core. “Goddammit,” I groan. “Silas…”

As I’m tipping over the edge, he jerks himself to a shooting climax. At the sight of his cum spraying his abs and coating his hand, I lose it, another huge load shooting into the condom as I work my cock through his tight, clenching hole with slower, throbbing strokes. I’m a mess of noises, mating sounds, and growls. Snarls, even. Good thing I’m not trying to impress anyone because apparently I turn into a beast when I have sex. Every lover’s dream, I’m sure.

When I’m finally done coming, he’s got his eyes closed, and he’s catching his breath, his head turned to the side, pulse pounding in his neck. His arms are limply outstretched on the mattress. Sweat and cum cover him. He’s glowing.

I might be, too. I feel incredible, if not a little disappointed I still couldn’t make it last.

“This is the best night of my life.” I mean it.

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