Page 52 of The Liar's Reckoning

“We can be. Just say the word.”

“What is this?” Graham asks softly.

“It’s whatever you need,” I tell him.

“Me? Why?”

“I told you not to ask me that. You’re hot. I want you. And I want you to fuck me.”

He swallows so hard, I hear it.

“But I guess I’m not the only one who wants you,” I say, hesitating, and using every ounce of willpower in me not to palm the outline of his erect cock. “You think you might be bi?”

Graham shakes his head, a rough breath issuing from his nose.

“But you like the feeling of something warm and wet wrapped around your cock, don’t you?”

“Silas…”

I reach for his belt buckle, and he doesn’t stop me, but as I’m slipping the leather through the loops, I meet his smoldering gaze and ask, “Is this okay?”

He nods.

“Use your words, Senator.”

“Yes,” he breathes, strangled.

“We don’t have to do this,” I tell him. “We can walk away right now. You can go do your wife and make babies, and I can pretendI don’t know you. That I don’t know how much you drool around my dick when you choke on it.”

He claps a hand on the back of my neck, but that’s it. Like he’s using his hold to keep himself upright. With his belt undone, I open his fly, checking his face again. His eyes are closed, cheeks flushed, lips wet and slightly parted. His chest is heaving like the overly excitable beginner he is.

My own dick is rock hard witnessing the effect I have on him. “Easy, puppy,” I say as I slide my hand into his pants and grip the firm column of warm flesh.

He lets out a whimper so pathetic and desperate it makes precum pulse from my tip. “Mmm…you like that.” I stroke him slowly, making do with the awkward angle. His grip on my neck tightens, and his forehead hits mine. “Feels good to be bad, doesn’t it?”

I feel him nod as he thrusts into my fist. Jesus. Everything about him is a turn on. “I owe you a blow job,” I remind him. “You want it here?”

“Fuck,” he gasps. “Yes.Yes.”

Tense with need, I duck out of his grip and sink to my knees, yanking his pants down and watching his reddened, shiny-tipped cock spring free. Damn. There it is.

It’s my first decent look at what he’s packing, and I’m not disappointed. He’s so goddamn pretty, an inch or so smaller than me but thick. It’s my favorite kind of cock. The size that fills and hits me just right. I lick his wet slit and get another one of those mewling whines. He grips the countertop, staring down at me as I stare up at him. I wrap my mouth around his seeping crown. His groan is loud, but the tremble that runs through him is soft and fluttery.

He’s fun—beyond responsive as I sink down on him. His hot silken flesh slides over my tongue before I take him to my throat and nuzzle my nose in his neatly trimmed pubic hair, inhaling deeply until he’s so far inside me, my airway nearly collapses. Hebuckles and comes with a shocked gasp.

That was fast, but I’m not disappointed. I pull back to milk him with my lips and tongue, swallowing each warm gush of tart, salty cum as he huffs and groans and shakes. It’s a lot. I love it.

“Sorry,” he gasps. “I’m sorry.”

He shouldn’t be. I wasn’t expecting him to last. I want to save that for when he’s fucking me. I rise and push his jacket off his shoulders. I unbutton his shirt while he keeps his eyes closed over flushed cheeks. He bit his lip raw while I sucked him, and I admit, it tempts me. A desire to run my tongue along the sore spots is nearly overwhelming. “Where’s the bed?”

“What?” he pants, blinking his eyes open and startling like he didn’t expect me to be so close.

“Or the couch works, I guess.”

He nods over my shoulder. I turn and notice a door near the windows, putting the bedroom behind the kitchen.

“I need you to fuck me, Graham. You gonna be able to do that? Do you want to do that?”

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