Page 107 of The Liar's Reckoning

But the fucking cage? He’s driving me crazy with that thing. It’s so hot—seeing his big cock all shrunken down and wrapped up in metal is a new kink for real—but it’s gotta suck.Doesn’t it hurt?

“I like the way it hurts.”

I guess that was out loud.

I’m going out of my mind as he lies down on the mattress, naked. I mindlessly stroke myself as I stand at the foot of the bed, watching him, taking note of all the differences since the last time I saw him.Before.

His arms and shoulders are more defined, sharp with muscle. His ribs are visible, and his abs are flat. He’s gorgeous—ridiculously so, but the loss of any inch of him seems criminal. A sacrifice I didn’t want to make. Still, he’s glorious in the sunlight. Smooth olive skin, dark dustings of hair on his chest, belly, and legs, bright emerald eyes… His beauty eviscerates me.

I’m hard again, and I slow my strokes, my gaze now on the cage between his thighs.

“Let me take it off,” I ask again. “I want to touch you.”

He shakes his head while he rubs at his swollen balls. “I want to come with it on.”

No pressure.“What if you can’t?”

“Can we try?”

Fuck, he knows I can’t say no to him. “How do you see this happening? Legs in the air or hands and knees?”

“Hands and knees?”

“Is that a question?”

“I’m asking if that’s okay.”

I shrug before putting my own hands on the bed and crawling over him. “We can try. Grab the lube.”

It’s on the nightstand already, so not much of a stretch. He passes it to me, and I pat his hip. “Roll over, puppy.”

He makes a sound that’s almost like a laugh. The most normal it’s felt since before. I go on, making a joke about doggy-style, and he laughs more distinctly. I take a moment to appreciate his ass with my hands before bending over to gently bite one of the still plump cheeks. I’m glad he hasn’t lost too much weight here. He’s got a jiggle that turns me the fuck on. He’s gonna eat those chicken and dumplings before he leaves here today if I have to fuck him to the point of starvation. It’s more than enoughmotivation—that on top of the fact that I’ve been thinking about this nearly every hour of every day for three weeks.

I figure I’ll either last two minutes or two hours. If it ends up being two minutes, I’ll just do it again. That’s the plan. “You have a great ass,” I tell him.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. I never mentioned that?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You’ve got a lot of nice parts. Sure wish I could touch all of them right now.”

“Will you get past this? Look, if you wanna know the truth, I saw on Reddit that anal feels good with the cage on.”

I burst out laughing. “Were you looking that up on the Capitol’s wi-fi?”

He collapses into laughter, his head on his folded arms. “Probably. Jesus. Shut up.”

I press a dry finger to his hole, and he sucks in a breath.

“Analfeels good period,” I tell him.

He lets out a long sigh. “God…yeah…I figured.”

My fingertip slides inside as he opens for me, and it’s my turn to suck in a breath. His ass is gonna swallow me whole. I wrap my hand around his hip and bend in half to press a kiss to his opening, flicking my tongue up and down as he squirms and makes his soft little sounds. I love those so, so fucking much.

His hole is a slut, opening so easily, it’s hard to believe this is his first time. My tongue keeps accidentally sliding inside, and every time it surprises me. The same way he always has. Every time with him, I get something new—see some other aspect of him that’s as unexpected as it is wonderful. But I’m leaking on the bed and definitely headed more in the two minutes direction. I need to get inside him before I come on the sheets. I’ll spend way more time here later, but the cage feels like a ticking bomb. I want it off him in the worst way, and if I have to fuck him first, I need to get on that.

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