Page 125 of The Liar's Reckoning

“That bad, huh?”

He doesn’t respond.

It’s easy to tell when something’s eating at him, but he’ll talk about it when he’s ready. Pushing him to talk only makes him emotional. It tends to complicate things that were simple to start with. He needs time to process, and I’ve learned that over our nearly two years together.

“What else are you making?” I ask instead of pressing.

“There’s a salad in the fridge. Potatoes in the oven.”

“Is there some open wine somewhere, too?”

He gestures at the counter on the other side of him. I head over and see he’s had half a glass. There’s an empty one waiting for me. I fill it and top his off. We toast casually in silence and take sips.

I rub his back as I watch him cook. He casts an occasionalglance my way—longing, pining, vaguely desperate glances. No smiles, no overt eye-fucking.

When I can’t take it anymore, I hold the back of his neck and keep him in place while I plant a long kiss on his mouth. His lips part, and our tongues slide against each other’s, thick with passion and hot with hunger.

He flips off the burner and shoves the pan with the steaks to the back of the stove, caging me in against the countertop. I wrap my arms around his waist and grind our hips together. Moving to kiss my jaw and neck, he murmurs, “You smell good.”

Unable to help myself, I run my hands up the back of his shirt, palming his hot skin and savoring the feel of his back muscles moving beneath them. My nipples scream in protest at the friction created by our chests and shirts, but my cock is throbbing so hard, it doesn’t matter.

“I don’t want to ruin dinner,” I lie.

“You want to ruin me,” he says. “I know your game. But you’re too fucking late.”

Whatever that means. He slips a hand between us, down the front of my shorts to grip my cock.

“Fuck,” I breathe into his neck.

“You like that?” he asks, stroking it casually.

“Yeah. But I don’t think you want to cook with cum on your hand.”

“You don’t know me as well as you think you do, then.”

“Jesus,” I sigh as his dry strokes quicken. It feels so fucking good, my thighs are already quivering.

“You’re so easy whenever I get back in town.”

“Because I’m goddamn starving.”

“You think you can beat your record tonight?”

“Probably.”

I’m talking a big game because my record for coming in one night is five times, and I thought I was gonna die that night. It was recently, too. It was the game he decided he wanted to playafter his last long trip. The tequila flight I’d made for us paid off big time. Honestly, I was surprised five had been my max. If I’d had to bet, I would have said eight. But sex with Graham requires certain sacrifices of my soul. I don’t just come physically, I wring myself emotionally dry with each effort.

The way I feel right now, I’m betting three will end me,ifI survive this one.

He drops to his knees, and my head falls back, banging the cabinet. His mouth swallows my cock, and I hang on to his hair while he runs the tight ring of his lips up and down my shaft, his tongue flicking along the way, lighting up every nerve root in my spine.

“Jesus, that feels good.”

He hums like he’s agreeing.

Holding my dick out of the way, he dips his head to take my balls into his mouth, fondling them with his tongue and grazing the sensitive skin of my sac with his teeth. It feels insane. New and different as he slowly jerks my length. He’s so fucking wet and sloppy, I can hear his drool hit the floor as he makes a mess of me. He slurps, sucks, swallows, strokes until my back is arching, and I’m losing my mind. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”

My balls fall from his mouth, but he doesn’t return to sucking my dick like I thought he would. Instead, he pumps me vigorously, until I’m throbbing and grunting. When I inevitably blow, he’s holding my crown an inch from his mouth, his tongue out to catch what he can of my load, but it’s a strong one, and it sprays his cheeks first, right where his beard starts, until the drops fall into his mouth. He laps at my tip to collect the smaller gushes as I watch in total awe at what a slutty, degrading show that was. It’s hot as hell and has me coming for so long my vision blurs.

---