Page 24 of Beautiful Liar

The tender touches Tomás gave so freely after admitting what happened to him felt like icepicks driven into my heart. I had expected the chaotic sex we’d had in the past. Filled with feral lust and need.

Not the tender kisses along my scars.

Not the soft touches on my body.

Not the careful acceptance he showed as he kissed near my pump. As if accepting me and all my imperfections. As if I were worthy of something to be valued. It’s what I wanted. For him to accept all of me. To be complete in his eyes. Whole. I wanted someone to tell me I was perfect just as I am.

He didn’t have to tell me. Heshowedme.

And I still couldn’t accept it.

Instead, I made this about the sex.

He met me thrust for thrust. His hard cock stretching me to fullness. The sharp pain of the intrusion exploded into bliss when he canted his hips, knocking on my prostate. I bit down on the pillow to keep from crying out. The only sounds were the sharp intake and release of our breaths, the slapping of our slicked flesh against flesh, and the shift on the bed. Otherwise, the house was silent.

His fingers dug into my hips, and I imagined the marks I’d see tomorrow. I wanted more. This wasn’t fucking enough. I wanted to see his face, I wanted to watch as he came undone.

“Tomás,” I managed.

He quickly stopped. Despite the pleasure, the lust, he was still aware of me. Focused on my needs. Even if it meant stopping. It made my heart sing. “On my back,” I said. “I want to look at you.”

A crease formed between his brow, but he did as I askedand slowly pulled out. I felt used, sore, and empty. His eyes lowered to where we’d been joined, and he blanched. I felt my heart jolt.

“Fuck, Kieran. I didn’t use a condom.”

For a moment my world lay suspended in midair. I’d always used a condom. I’d never went bare. Ever. The risk too great. I fucking knew this, but I hadn’t cared. Not with Tomás.

“I haven’t been with anyone since I was tested when I came here,” he said. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I should’ve—” he started to pull away. Panic swallowing him whole. My Tomás. Whose brain wouldn’t just shut the fuck up. One of the many things I loved about him.

Love.

Shit. I shoved that shit back, grabbed him behind the neck, and pulled him into my body. “We’re okay,” I said as I kissed him again until he felt pliant under my touch. “I was tested too, and I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

“I’m sorry,” he said into my mouth, and I knew he meant it. “I should’ve asked permission. I shouldn’t have—” I cupped his face and slammed my mouth against his in a kiss to shut him up.

I hooked my leg over his and pushed him onto his back, grinding our cocks, bringing his to full hardness again. I needed him inside me. I positioned myself over his cock and released all the tension surrounding me. His thick girth opened me completely as I impaled myself in one slow glide until I was seated completely on him. His breathing hitched into my mouth. My dick painfully hard between us.

“Move, Kieran, please.”

I did. Lifting myself up to the tip and slamming myself back down. I couldn’t stop moving, every time I sank into him, his cock brushed my sensitive spot and I couldn’t stop the gasps and moans coming from my mouth.

He squeezed my hips hard and I wanted to see the bruises on my skin. I’d take any mark he’d leave me just to remind myself of this. Of his beautiful face just inches from mine. Brown eyes blown with lust. His bottom lip inside his mouth. Our eyes locked onto each other. I wanted to know what he saw in me. Why me? Why the fuck had he burrowed himself inside me in such a way that I’d never be able to free him.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

He was fucking mine. I swallowed his pleasure with a feral kiss of my own. My whole body became a live wire. The tips of my toes to my scalp buzzed as if I’d been electrified. My dick leaking, hard as fuck. I ground my hips, pulling back, twisting. The sounds coming out of my throat unintelligible, and I didn’t give a fuck. Tomás drew me into him and slammed our mouths together, but I couldn’t stop the rumbling out of my throat.

Fuck. Fuck. I was going to fucking die.

It’d been too fucking long since we’d shared this, us. I lifted myself up and slammed back down, impaling myself. The bite of pain and sweet pleasure so damn good. I knew the moment he was going to blow. His hands squeezed me harder. The jolt of pain sent me over the edge, and I came without being touched. Ropes of cum, spilled out onto his stomach and chest as I threw my head back and let whatever the fuck sound burst out of me. So fucking good. He came right after I did and we kept chasing the high. I slanted our lips together, bit and tugged his bottom lip. The kiss long and hard until my ass became too sensitive. He dropped his arms to his sides, exhausted, wrecked, and so fucking beautiful.

I climbed off of him, his cum dripping down my thighs. Aching and tender in the best way. I wanted to hold him, to kiss those swollen lips until morning, but he’d already closed his eyes, his breathing even. The guy should be exhausted after everything he’d been through.

And I was still an asshole for taking advantage of him.

I wiped his stomach with a clean warm towel, removing the traces of myself all over him. As I was wrapping him under the blanket, he blinked his eyes opened. They were so beautiful.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

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