Page 23 of Beautiful Liar

The answer to fixing me was clear. Sex was all he wanted. We couldn’t be more, but we could have each other’s body. To forget.

Then I felt his hands skim my waist, gently running his fingers along the curve of my hip until his long fingers cuppedmy cock. His lips glided against the shell of my ear. “Talk to me, baby. Please.” Kieran sounded wrecked. I’d never heard him sound so pained. “What do you need? Do you need control? I’ll give you that.” He planted a soft kiss on my neck. “Take what you need from me, baby. Fuck me, Tomás. I need you inside me.”

His words scorched my body. But I couldn’t move. Not until he leaned into my space, his breath on my ear and whispered, “Make me yours.”

I turned onto my back. His eyes didn’t leave mine. They were galaxies within galaxies of colors. And I wanted to get lost in them. I cupped his face and led his lips against my mouth in a feral kiss. A kiss filled with desperation and lust. Something potent and so fucking right. Keiran. This was Kieran. My heart, my soul, my other half.

After suffering for so long without him, being mentally drained, tortured, scared, I just let myselffeel.His lips against mine. The way he tensed as I cupped his neck, dug my fingers into his hair, deepened the kiss. Everything I couldn’t say was wrapped in that kiss. In the frenzied movements as we tore out of our clothes. The heat of his skin on mine pushed every other fucked up thought out of my head.

I pushed him onto his back, straddled him, slotting our hard cocks together while never breaking the kiss. He bit my lower lip, breathing hard. “Tomás,” he breathed. His fingers dug into my ass, pulled me deeper, chasing the friction we both needed.

“I want you,” I breathed into his neck, tasting him, sucking him hard at the juncture between neck and shoulder. “Please.”

“I’m yours, Tomás. I’ve always been yours.”

I swallowed the beautiful lie with a bruising kiss. The words tasted like sweet poison on my tongue. He wasn’t mine. He’d never be mine. Not in all the ways I wanted him.

But I had this. Now.

I pulled away from his lips, trailed kisses down his chest, twirled my tongue against his hard nipple, and lower.

The blunt head of his cock was thick and glazed with precum. I didn’t even think before I stretched my lips over his crown and sucked his cock to the back of my throat. He hissed at the contact and jerked his hips, pushing deeper into my mouth. The scent of winter woods and clean air filled my senses. The scent all him. His hands dug into my curls. A softer touch than I deserved.

He arched back, giving me a good look at his body and the column of his throat as his moans pushed out of his parted lips. I wanted him to feel as vulnerable as he made me every fucking time he looked at me. I ran my tongue around his girth, needing to take everything he gave me. I couldn’t have his heart, but I could have this. Power over his body. Control. It was the best aphrodisiac I could ever allow myself to have with Kieran.

“Fuck, Tomás, wait.”

I didn’t listen. I was a man on a mission. Fuck him. My own erection painfully rubbed against the bed. I didn’t care. He threw his head back and his whole body trembled under me. I felt his cock pulse in my mouth. He was ready to blow. I opened my eyes to watch his beautiful body. The desire in his expression. Lips parted. So close. So beautiful. The sensations rolling through me made me dizzy and high. Fucking high. Kieran Brennan was my fucking drug and I was addicted to him.

My stomach tightened as his body vibrated with need. It wasn’t fair that he made me feel this way. That my control was just an illusion because I didn’t have it.

“You’re not good enough for him. You’re sick.”A ghosted version of my words played on repeat in my head.“You’re only good enough for a fuck.”

I pushed the echoes of my own torment out of my head,concentrated on the man I had under me, in my mouth. His scent, the sounds he made, the way he submitted under my touch. The way he gave mecontrol.Kieran may have been an asshole outside of the bedroom, but here, he was mine.

I pulled my mouth away from his length. His hard cock bounced between us. Fueled by something toxic at the edge of my flesh, I spun him onto his stomach intending on ramming my dick up his ass. A hard fuck. That’s what he wanted. I could give him that. But when I trailed my eyes over the scars lining his back my heart broke. His fucking grandfather had hurt him. Scarred his beautiful body. Eight raised scars lined his back, and I gave each one a gentle kiss, tasting his pain on my tongue.

Every muscle tensed under my gentle caress as if he instinctively distrusted all careful touches. Expecting brutality instead. Acts of kindness made him vulnerable. Letting someone else take care of him was a weakness. I could show him something different if he’d just let me.

I ran my lips gently over each raised scar, savoring the taste of salt and musk on his skin. I trailed kisses down his spine, took a second to kiss near his insulin pump, acknowledging every part of him. Savoring every part of him.

“You’re so beautiful, Kieran,” I ghosted the words against his heated flesh.

“Tomás,” he said, about to lose his shit. “Don’t.” His voice cracked. “Just do it.” Desperation and anger replaced the uncertainty in his voice. “If you’re going to do it, just fucking do it.”

A dark weighted entity wrapped me in its cruel arms, making my heart ache. I knew he was goading me, trying to make me angry, preferring my wrath to my kindness. And it cut me to the bone. I couldn’t escape the poison he gave so freely. I consumed it as if I needed it to breathe.

I leaned my body over his, my chest to his back, andbrushed my lips against the back of his neck, up to the shell of his ear. “Tell me what you want fromme, Kieran?” I dipped my hard cock against the crack of his ass. “Why are you really here?” I pushed back and spread him wide open, exposing that tight ring. I spat into his hole. “Is this what you want?” I pushed a finger inside his body. Then spat again, and shoved another, spreading his tight channel. Watching every muscle in his body tighten from the intrusion. Sweat dripped down my back, along my temple. I was fuckingmelting. The spit wasn’t enough. I leaned over, rummaged through my end table, and pulled out the lube.

My heart pounding in my chest, I lubed him and me and placed the tip of my cock against his hole. “Tell me you want it,” I said. “Beg for it.”

He didn’t. Instead, he pushed his ass back spearing himself with my cock. Once my head passed the tight ring of muscle, I snapped my hips forward, my eyes practically rolling inside my head as the heat of his tight channel squeezed my cock to my balls.

There was no coming back from this. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.

Chapter Ten

Kieran

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