Page 201 of The Liar's Reckoning

“It was kind of a turn off in my opinion.”

His hand moves up my leg. “Let me help get your mind off it.”

I remain still as he turns onto his side and bends his head over my chest. Taking one of my piercings between his teeth, he gives it a gentle but intense tug before licking the erect flesh and sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck…” These piercings were the best thing I ever did to my body.

He uses his fingers to lightly twist the other one as he continues to kiss and suck the one caught in his lips. The sensations shoot straight to my dick, tingling and hot. He movesslowly, driving me crazy with his tongue and teeth. I don’t know if I can come from this, but it feels so good, I’m not prepared to say I can’t. “Graham…Christ.”

The bar in his mouth turns and recoils, sending a shock through my system. My dick stiffens again, and I wrap my fist around it. He opens his mouth wider, adding more wet heat. The flat of his tongue laps greedily before he sucks the swelling mound into his mouth, releasing it with a pop before going for it again. The spot grows more and more sensitive until it feels raw. Stinging pain is a sharp contrast to the pleasure he’s drawing through me, but it’s got my mind spinning off its own axis, not sure whether it feels bad or good anymore. Before I can warn him, my dick pulses, and my abs contract with a shockingly strong orgasm I never saw coming.

“Shit, shit,” I whisper as my cock keeps jetting cum even after I let go of it, beyond overstimulated. I squirm beneath him, getting away from his wickedly talented mouth. I put my hand on his shoulder to hold him back. “Shit,” I say again.

He turns and looks at my cum-covered abs. Immediately he goes for it.

“Graham, please—” I’m not sure I can take it.

But he’s licking my spend off my stomach and humming with each swallow, his hand gently stroking my cock as if to soothe it back into its resting mode.

I watch all this, wishing I weren’t because I don’t think I’ve ever seen or felt anything so ridiculously erotic. This part I would kill to have recorded. No visual has ever been more worthy of a hallowed spot in a spank bank. I may never recover from this.

Forget sex. Send this man in as my clean-up crew every time I jerk off, and I’ll die a happy man.

Maybe not happy, but hard.

Definitely hard.

When I don’t see a drop left, I grab him by the hair and make him come back to me. I kiss his mouth, tasting myself on his lips again. It’s the best thing ever—the way we taste together. There’s never been anything better.

“If you come out on the senate floor, I’ll reconsider my answer from earlier.”

He smiles and kisses me again. “I will love you for the rest of my life.”

That’s the one thing he can say that I believe without condition because it won’t get him anything he doesn’t already have—my lonely, incomplete heart.

The shower knocksboth our horny asses out. It was like a real-life rodeo in there, and when we stumbled back to bed, the combination of afterglow and our warm bodies melded together hit like an anesthetic, dragging us both under. Sunlight wakes me, and the knocking on Graham’s door becomes persistent.

He pulls the sheet over me and tells me to give him a minute.

At the door, Graham has a murmured conversation with another man before crawling back into bed with me.

“Who was that?” I ask.

“Derrick. One of my security guys.”

“What’d you tell him?”

“To go get breakfast because I have some calls to make.”

“How long do we have?” I ask.

“At least an hour.”

“Wanna warm your cock in my ass?” His morning wood isn’t exactly subtle back there.

A little lube, and he’s in, his arms around me and his forehead bent against the nape of my neck. For the moment, he’s beingstill. I kiss his forearm and close my eyes, letting my head sink into the pillow. He feels fucking perfect. Of course he does.

“How long are you gonna be in DC?” I ask.

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