Page 187 of The Liar's Reckoning

An electric pulse races down my spine, and deeper, threatening too much, too soon. I haven’t felt anything close to this in more than a year, and it’s depressing to even think about that, so I stop, determined to live in this moment and only this moment.

But that’s never been possible with him.

With Graham, every kiss feels like a promise, even if they’ve only ever been lies. He’s easy to believe, and that’s what’s always made him magical. Miraculous. It’s why the love won’t let me go.

My hand moves beneath his shirt, up his chest, over his pounding heart. “More,” I ask him again.

“Here?”

I’m comfortable on the couch, but it could be better. Untangling myself from his body, but hanging onto him by the wrist, I stand. He walks with me the handful of feet into the bedroom where I turn to him and take off his shirt. When it clears his head and arms, his hair falls carelessly around his forehead. His eyes glitter like jewels, and his lips are red and swollen. “Beautiful,” I whisper.

He shakes his head, caressing my face with both hands. “You are.”

I must still be crying because he’s still swiping at my cheeks, and they keep going from warm to cool. My gaze falls to the thin strip of leather around his neck to the key dangling from it.

Mine, I think, touching it. He takes the makeshift necklace off, handing it over to me.

I palm it before opening his jeans. He finds my mouth, kissing me again with a hungry growl. Once his fly is open, he strips me of my shirt, and I push down my sweatpants. I’m bare underneath, and he touches me, dragging his fingertips up the underside of my erect cock, picking up a drop of precum from the tip. He sucks it into his mouth, closing his eyes as he savors my taste.

That will never not be the hottest thing to watch, but I have more important things to do.

Kneeling, I pull his jeans down his legs, and he kicks them off along with his shoes. I take his caged cock in my hand and locate the small padlock. He hisses when I release him from the cage. The cock ring doesn’t come off easy, his balls are already engorged, but using some of my own saliva as lube, I work the whole apparatus off.

“Not really sure how this part works,” he says, his hand moving through my hair.

Staring at his limp dick, I think I know what he means. “How long have you had it on?”

“A long time.”

I have a lot of questions—namely—does it turn him on to constantly live in chastity like it did when he and I were together? Or does he do it for some other reason now? Has it evolved beyond a kink, or has the kink itself changed? Mostly, I just want to suck his dick now that I can finally see it—the sad, wilted thing that it is.

“Sit,” I tell him.

I hold him by the hips, guiding him as he lowers himself to the mattress. I settle between his thighs, touching every inch of skin on his legs as I duck my chin to suck him between my lips.

“Oh, God,” he groans the instant my tongue finds his flesh. His hand shoots out to brace on my shoulder as his hips buck slightly. “Oh fucking God…”

Even flaccid, Graham is a mouthful. In the past, two seconds of this would have him hard as a pole, but not today. He might be acting like he’s moments away from blowing his load, but after several minutes, I’ve accomplished nothing. I’m not sure what to think, and he doesn’t offer any guidance.

“Make room,” I say, nodding up at him. “Turn over.”

“No, don’t stop. Please.”

“I’m not. Just trying something different. Let me.”

He nods with total trust—like the last time I asked him to present his ass to me I didn’t violate him with my fist.

On the bed, he rolls onto his stomach before starting to push onto his hands and knees. I put a hand on his lower back, wanting him to stay flat so I can lie down, too. Once I’m comfortable between his legs, I press my lips to his hole before giving it a long lick. He hisses out a breath. The taste and scent and sounds of him send me back in time.

Reaching beneath him, I pull his cock down to allow my mouth access to everything. His swollen balls are first. I press my thumb firmly to the space between his sac and his hole while I suck his balls into my mouth.

“Mmph…Silas.”

I want him hard. I want him inside me. I want him to want me again. If I can’t have him in my life, then I can have him in my body. I go back to mouthing his cock. Kissing and licking and sucking the thin flesh between my teeth. Everything I do makes him writhe and moan. When I make my way back to his hole, he reaches between his legs to tug at his cock as I suck and spit and sink my tongue inside him again and again.

“That feels so good. So fucking good.”

Good enough?I rub his smooth cheeks and resume fucking his hole with my mouth. I’m enjoying it more than I’ve enjoyed anything in a long time. Sex has always beenmorewith Graham. Our connection—our chemistry makes it feel like more than a physical act. More than getting off. It’s an event. A feast. A rave I never want to end.

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