Page 81 of The Liar's Reckoning

“Please,” I beg him. “Please…”

“Oh…oh…fuck…ffuuuccckkk….” He shoves in deep and lets go, his body shuddering around me, his cock throbbing in my ass. Heat fills my core as he releases one of his huge loads. He lets go of the harness to wrap me in his arms, his chest pressed to my back, allowing me to drop my arms and let him hold me up. His forehead digs into my upper back as he continues to shake and groan, his orgasm also going on forever.

“You’re incredible,” he finally says, but doesn’t let go.

I take the compliment. I love compliments when they come from him. “You make me feel incredible,” I tell him, returning the favor in likely the cheapest, sappiest way possible. My face flushes with embarrassment, but he doesn’t seem to mind my clumsy words.

“I could stay inside you all night.”

“If that’s what you want, we definitely need to lie down.”

It’s a long-held fantasy.I hate sleeping alone. Love the comfort of another body next to mine. But can I really sleep while intimately connected with someone? If he goes soft and shifts even the smallest bit, the bubble will burst, and I doubt he can sleep while hard.

We take turns in the tiny bathroom, and while I’m there, he turns down one of the small beds. He doesn’t know I plan to try this out. He won’t say no. He might even think it’s a thing couples do all the time. It’ll involve having sex again—obviously, but I don’t mind if he doesn’t. The bed is more cot-sized than twin-sized. “I guess I should make the other bed,” he says with a hint of regret when he comes out of the bathroom to find me already taking up most of the tiny mattress.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I say.

He gives me a shy grin and drops his towel. I move to make asmuch room as possible. A moment later, his warm arms are around me and he smells impossibly clean. Every part of him is touching me, and I kiss him to seal us together. He makes a soft noise that gets me hard. Our hips move to make room for our newly growing erections.

“I meant what I said,” he tells me. “About how incredible you are.”

My first thought this time isn’t as charitable.Not incredible enough.But I kiss him instead of speaking those words into existence. There’s a reason I never returned any of Ben’s eventual calls after our mistake of a date. There’s also a reason I’m with Graham and not Ben or someone who’s actually available. The reasons have stretched some over the last two weeks.

There’s the way Graham factors me into his days, the way he texts me when he’s bored or overwhelmed—the way he texts me back when I am, even in the middle of the night.

I can’t claim to know him deeply, but I know him better, and I’m letting him know me, too. He’s especially interested in how I’m doing after I finish with one of Katia’s jobs. I haven’t had another bad experience like those two men filming me, but he checks in. If he’s jealous, I can’t tell, and I find myself not wanting him to be. I try to talk about it like it’s any other job. What I haven’t told him is that it’s getting harder to be with a man who isn’t him.

With a client, more often than not these days, my thoughts have to go someplace else. I’ve stopped caring whether I come or not. I go through the motions, make the appropriate sounds of pleasure, but I don’t get there unless I manage to really sink into thoughts of Graham, which only happens in those fleeting moments where the other man feels like him. I’ve only seen three clients since the disastrous threesome, and each time it’s felt like a job. A chore. A thing I have to get through in order to see or speak to the person I really want.

But here he is, and I have him all to myself. I try to tell myselfit’s the newness of it sweeping me away, causing me to stumble, to fall. Maybe I’ve missed kissing. Maybe I’ve missed being looked at the way he looks at me—held the way he holds me. His want is fierce, or at least it feels that way. It has a drugging effect on me—agitation and euphoria.

“I meant what I said, too,” I tell him, my hands roaming his back, his hips, his outer thighs. As the kiss heats up, I slide my finger through his crack, brushing over and over the puckered hole as our cocks rut and grind. He makes soft sounds, needy ones.

“Do you like that?”

His murmur of assent buries itself in my mouth.

I don’t mind topping. It’s not an area where I feel like I excel, but something about Graham makes me want to. Especially when he gets like this. I can dominate him just as easily when he’s inside me, but I think he needs both. Everything. I want him to have it all.

His dick is becoming insistent, though.

“Do you want in, puppy?”

“Please,” he groans.

It’s tricky, but I turn around, giving him access to my ass. A lube cap opens and closes. His hand moves between us, slicking up his cock. On our sides is a new position for him and me, and he notices the difference immediately. “Tight,” he gasps.

“Mmhmm…”

“God…”

There’s barely room to move without risking me tumbling off the bed, so it’s a deep, intimate fuck with his arms banded around my torso, his open mouth breathing against the nape of my neck. My ass clenches around his gently rocking cock. He used the perfect amount of lube. Enough to get him in and keep him in.

It only takes a few minutes before he’s groaning, “I’m so fucking close, Silas.”

I wrap a hand around his neck and keep him with me. “Don’t pull out. Stay inside me.”

He bites down on the tendon behind my collarbone and growls out his release. His cum fills me as he gasps and pants. His arms tighten around my chest as his orgasm shudders through us. A few lazy strokes of my own dick is all it takes to have me shooting, too. Pleasure ignites my cells, and I let out a sharp cry. It feels just as good as before, which was a tough act to follow.

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