Page 57 of The Liar's Reckoning

He works his ass on me in a rhythm that’s nearly hypnotic. God, he’s so fucking good at this. Granted, I’m not experienced, but given how I usually see this done in porn—a lot of swift, graceless banging—Silas is all finesse and expertise. “Do you want to say no? I’ll swallow it if you don’t want it in my ass.”

The thought of that makes my eyes roll all the way back in my head. Idowant it in his ass. I want to fill him with it—load after load. I want him dripping me and remembering me because I’m not doing much else memorable as far as I can tell.

“Teach me how to fuck you,” I say.

“You’re doing great. Your cock is perfect,” he purrs, riding it sensually while I just lie there with my hands on his smooth thighs.

“Is this how you like it?”

He sits back, grabs me by the wrists and lifts them before pinning them to the bed. His movements become harsher and rougher. He plants a long kiss on my mouth before pulling away to breathe. “I like you inside me. After that, it’s all good. But if you ever want to throw me down and dick me really hard, I won’t complain.”

Those words—one single image, and my thighs shake so hard I feel like I’m breaking apart. “I’m gonna come.”

He starts to move, his hips rising, and he almost comes off me before I grab his hips, pull him back down on my cock, and shout, “No!”

“Mmm…” he groans, holding me deep while I explode in his ass. Pulse after pulse of cum erupts from my convulsing dick. His hole feels impossibly hot and wet, and I swear I come again as he slides back and forth through my mess. The noises it makes arefilthy.

“Unh…mmmph…” Moisture hits my lips as I writhe and buck beneath him. Licking at them, I taste salt and musk. His tongue on my chest tells the rest of the story as he licks up the cum he just sprayed all over me.

My eyes flutter shut, and I swear to God, I pass out. It’s just—too much.

19

SILAS

Graham sleeps through my dismount and my clean up. His feet are still on the floor while his body lies limp on the bed. I pull up his underwear, and he doesn’t stir. With his cum still leaking from me after I get him squared away, I decide to take a shower and then I might join him for a nap. I have a night shift later, and while I don’t feel hungover anymore, I could use the rest.

It’s not until I’m under the hot stream of water that what I’ve done over the last twelve hours settles in.

Hopping from one man’s bed into another’s. Blowing my ex. Kissing a married U.S. Senator who’s so deep in the closet, I’m surprised he could even find his way out for a morning. Asking for it raw from someone I know about as well as a stranger. What the fuck is wrong with me lately?

This all started with Graham, though. I was normal until he showed up in my gym. At my building. The night he hired me was one thing, but I moved on from that. His re-emergence in two of the primary corners of my life was when I started to lose my mind.

I don’t know what it is about him, or about the way I getwhen I’m with him. He’s an itch I can’t scratch, and it’s not like he’s some god among men. But I am so fucking attracted to him. Beyond what’s rational or understandable.

I’m so messed up I can’t even figure out if today was a mistake or not. If he doesn’t want to see me again, I’ll get it—totally. Talk about being from two different worlds. But if he does—what the fuck do I do then? It’s not like I’ll be able to say no.

This place is probably a half hour walk from my apartment. It’s totally private. His wife doesn’t know about it. I’m just saying, if he offered me a key again in a serious way, I might take him up on it. Not so I have a decent place to sleep—I’d use it to meet up with him and fuck him.

But looking at him now, still passed out from our earlier activities—I think I might have wrecked him. Or worse—traumatized him.

While Graham put up very little in the way of resistance, I definitely had my way with him. I hope I didn’t force myself on him in a way that was unwanted. To be fair—he did spit in my hand. He had to know what I was gonna do with it…right?

The dude’s had sex a handful of times in his whole life, though. Maybe he didn’t know. Fuck.

“Hey.” I nudge his shoulder.

He startles, sits up and looks at me. His hair is a disaster. A combination of just woke up and fucked into the bed. It’s perfect. The sun is still fairly blinding in the room, but it lights his eyes in a way I find mesmerizing. Yeah, okay, maybe he is a god among men.

Why the fuck did I have to go and kiss him? He’s all eyes and lips and cock now. I want all of it. All ofhim. Or maybe I’m rebounding hard off my night with Ben. Could be that. Too many feelings needing some place to settle outside my body. And all that thought makes me want to do is crawl up in his face and stick my dick in his mouth. I feel like a fucking predator.

“Do you need to be anywhere?” I ask, not remembering why I woke him up in the first place.

He shivers, and I notice he’s got chills everywhere. His nipples are like pebbles. He’s got bigger than average nipples and I find that excruciatingly attractive, too. Quarters instead of nickels. He might have stopped working out with me, but it’s obvious he hasn’t stopped working out entirely. His body looks good. Maybe still bigger and softer in spots than he wants it, but I wouldn’t change a thing.

He looks at his wrist, realizes he’s not wearing a watch, and asks, “What time is it?”

I shrug. “Maybe nine?”

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