Page 82 of The Liar's Reckoning

As we both come down, he says, “You want me to stay here?”

“If you can.”

“In this bed? Pretty sure. It’s not too much?”

“You feel perfect, Graham.” It’s not a hundred percent true. He’s big enough that the stretch is intense, but as he softens, his cock feels more like a plug. Tolerable. Comfortable not in a physical way, but spiritual if that’s possible. Comfortable on a soul level. Like being complete.

He breathes heavily, finding a place for his head to rest. “I can’t promise you won’t wake up to me fucking you again.”

“I just want you inside me. As long as possible. Whatever needs to happen, I’m good with it.”

“Thank you for doing this with me.”

“Fucking you?”

“No.” He laughs softly. “Coming to DC with me.”

“Don’t thank me. I’m being selfish. I don’t want to have to miss you again so soon.”

“I feel like you’re starting to like me a little.”

“Yeah?” I ask with a soft laugh. “What was your first hint?”

26

GRAHAM

The trip to DC changes something between me and Silas—again. During the four hour train ride, I came six times inside him. I’d drift off, wake up hard, get off, and drift back to sleep. But I did what he wanted. I kept my dick in his ass until the train rolled to a stop. That night, in the hotel, I stayed inside him all night. I slept marginally better in the moments between needing to relieve my frequent erections, and in the end we concluded it wasn’t something we could do all the time.

It’s hard to get any rest when you’re constantly turned on. Go figure.

I spend the first day on Capitol Hill in meetings with other senators, interviewing potential aides, expressing my interest in certain committees and name-dropping my father. But the second day, I want Silas with me.

His first words when I bring it up are, “Bad idea.”

“Why?”

“Because how are you gonna explain me?”

“As an aide. From New York. It’s not a complete lie. You’re very helpful.”

His look from the foot of the hotel room bed is dark and smoldering. “You want to bring sodomy to the capitol.”

“No. No, I just want to spend time with you. You’re not just a little interested in seeing it all up close?”

He studies me, seeming to weigh my words. “I’ve never been all that into how the government works. But now that I know you…”

He’s tempted. I can tell. Capitalizing on this, I drop to my knees between his spread thighs and look up at him, my hands hooking around his calves. He smashes his palm over my face. “Don’t. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I manage to say.

“With fuck-me eyes. You’re acting like an addict.”

“I like having you with me. You need more space? You had all day yesterday.”

Moving his hand into a gentle caress of my jaw, Silas shakes his head, staring at me.

“Are you worried you’ll get me into trouble?” I ask.

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