Page 9 of The Liar's Reckoning

Without argument, he sinks to the floor.

I sit up. We reposition until he’s between my legs, eyeing my semi. “Have you gotten a blow job before?” I ask.

He looks up at me with those innocent, altar boy eyes.

“Wow.” He’s blowing my mind. “You know the rules, though, right? No biting.”

“Any other rules?”

I shake my head, dick perking up again at the sight of his fulllower lip, wet and puffy from his teeth digging in at random times. He has a nice mouth. While his upper lip isn’t as full, its defined edges give it a perfect shape. “Enthusiasm goes a long way, so do what feels good to you. Don’t hold back.”

With determination setting his features, he gets a grip on my cock and shuffles closer on his knees. I press my hands into the seat cushion, not knowing what to expect. I school my breathing into a steady rate. Too suddenly, his hand twists around my base as his mouth envelops my crown. I gasp.

He groans softly before popping off. “You smell good.”

Jesus, his mouth is wet. I’m gonna like this.

Not waiting for my response, with another, hungrier groan, he takes me deeper and sucks me into his hot, dripping mouth.

Oh…fuck.

My head hits the bed as it drops back with a thud. His drool slides down my sac. He’s slipperier than any lube I’ve ever found, and he’s using all the slide to his advantage, slicking my erection and balls with his handandmouth.

His breaths are soft, but his short sounds are deep—appreciative. Earnest.

He chokes as he takes me to his throat before backing off to jerk me gently and catch his breath. I lift my head to look at him, and he’s right there, waiting for my glance. “Okay?” he asks.

I nod. I’mveryokay.

“Good?”

“Good. It definitely feels like you want it,” I assure him, and I hope I sound convincing. It’s not so much how he’s doing it—it’s the way his mouth feels. I’ve known a lot of mouths, and they’re more or less interchangeable, but his is somehow—better? Wetter, for sure. I watch him wipe his fat lower lip with his thumb, saliva dripping there, too.

“I do want it,” he tells me. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

“That’s good,” I breathe, balls pulsing.

“Wanna taste you,” he goes on talking and sucking.

Shit.“Yeah. Okay.”

“You’re beautiful, Silas,” he says.

The praise goes straight to my head. I’m a simp for that shit.

He strokes my slippery cock a few more times and brings his mouth close to my tip again. “Can you come for me?”

“Yeah,” I say. “I can come for you.”

He licks my slit, and my thighs vibrate. He does it again, eliciting a similar result. The third time, he gets a drop of precum for his persistence, and I let out my first noise—a whimper.

Something dark flashes in his eyes as he holds my gaze and sucks me straight to his tonsils. Drool pours from him, and he gathers my balls to jerk against my base. His hand works firmly while his mouth bobs and licks. The suction is intense without being overwhelming. For a minute I bask in it, tempted to run my hands through his hair and offer a discount, but then he changes something. Suddenly, I’m deeper inside him, his tongue’s got me trapped against the roof of his mouth, and it feels like he’s trying to suck the cum straight from my balls.

Pressure around my crown has my hips lifting slightly, and I reflexively grab his hair, panting heavily as he motherfucking deep throats my cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna lose it,” I groan, helpless.

He changes nothing. If anything, he swallows me deeper. When I look down, I see the tip of his nose smashed against my pubic bone, the entire length of my cock inside his mouth. That’s all it takes. I’m done for.

“I’m fucking coming,” I say as heat floods my pelvis, and my balls unload. A sharp contraction sends hot jizz up my shaft. Graham makes a short gagging noise before dislodging me from his throat to swallow spurt after spurt of my cum. Our eyes meet again, and I swear, it’s so hot, my orgasm lasts another fifteen seconds. I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind.

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