Page 33 of Beautiful Liar

I pulled the tight jeans completely off his body, leaving him naked, exposed. A feast for me to devour. I ran my hand down his chest, grazing his pebbled nipple, down lower. My fingers sifted through his dark pubic hair, and I pressed my palm along his hard, thick shaft, taking it into a tight grip. He hissed at the contact, his hands digging into my shoulder.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said and flicked my tongue across his nipple before sucking it into my mouth. He arched his hips into my palm.

“Kieran, please.”

The fuckingpleasewould be my undoing. I had to restrain myself from taking what I wanted, which was him whimpering, sobbing, begging for my ass. My ass clenched in anticipation. “What do you need, baby. Tell me.”

He cupped my face, drew my full focus on him. “I want you to fuck me.”

My hand stopped mid stroke. Breathing became more labored at the thought of Tomás completely at my mercy. But it also scared me more than I wanted to admit. I didn’t want to push him. I didn’t want him to drop into the dark headspace he fell into whenever we did something more. I didn’t want him to think of whoever the fuck hurt him while I was inside of him. “Tomás, are you sure?”

He cut off my words with a searing kiss. A brutal kiss. Wet, dirty, and so fucking good. I preferred giving him control over me, letting him do whatever the fuck he needed to me. Iknew I could handle it. I wasn’t sure if he could handle me. I’d never … fuck, I’d never been with a man this way. He sucked my tongue as his hands roamed over my chest, slid down my stomach, down my groin into my pants again, squeezed my hard length. I moaned as he touched me where I needed. “Take me to bed, please.”

I wouldn’t make it. I wanted him now.

I dropped on my knees. His cocked bobbed in front of me. Hard and pulsing, his balls heavy. I leaned in and licked a trail up the underside, tracking the thick vein underneath. The salty tang hit my tongue and the scent of musk filled my lungs. All him.

“Fuck my mouth, Tomás.”

“What? I—I don’t know,” he said, unsure, timid.

“Do it, please.” I wanted him to lose whatever was holding him back. I wanted him to just let go. “I can take it.” With that, I swallowed his length to the back of my throat, gagging and drooling. I didn’t fucking care. I bobbed as he thrust into my mouth, matching my pace. His fingers dug into my scalp, pushing me where he wanted me. Breathing became hard, spots dancing behind my eyes, but I didn’t give a fuck. If I passed out here, it’d be so fucking worth it. The moans and nonsense words coming out of his mouth so fucking worth my own demise. I wanted to keep him there. Just at the brink.

“Kieran, Kieran, Kieran, I…”

Every word drove an electric current straight to my own cock. I needed to fucking come. I took my length in hand as Tomás continued to fuck my mouth. I came first. The impact of it drove me back on to my heels just as Tomás came all over my face. And fuck if that didn’t make me want to smother my own jizz all over him.

Realizing what he’d done, he inhaled sharply. “Oh, fuck, Kieran, I’m so sorry.”

Eyes closed, I got to my feet. I felt his trembling fingers on my face, trying to get the jizz away from my eyes but making more of a mess. Then he started to laugh. An all out burst of laughter that echoed off the ceiling and shattered my whole world. I managed to open my eyes just as he ran his finger down my cheek as if picking up a soft serve ice cream and then sucking it into his mouth. “Mmm … I don’t taste that bad.”

Fucker. I slammed my lips against his in a possessive, hard kiss. It seemed the only way we kissed. His moan drove me to press harder. A chaotic mess. “You’re going to pay for that,” I said, grumbling.

“Please, make me.”

Asshole had no clue what he awoke inside of me. What he filled inside of me. Because he was never getting rid of me now.

Chapter Fourteen

Tomás

“There is no place you can hide that I will not find you.” I glared at the thing in my hand in warning.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to talk to it,” Kieran said as he lay sprawled so elegantly on the bed.

After we had cleaned up, Kieran decided to give me time to acclimate to the idea of the pale blue gift he bought me going up my ass.

Yeah, because I hadn’t been able to throw the only gift he’d given me in the trash. Thinking about my ass hole in a very different light did not ease my nerves to actually stick something up in there.

I heard Kieran shift on the bed, and I leaned back again to watch him from the doorway. He was now sitting up, his back against the headboard watching me watch him. “You are being ridiculous. We don’t have to do this. I’m perfectly content in letting you fuck me.”

I returned to my place in front of the sink where I was having this conversation with the aforementioned butt plug. “I can do this,” I whispered. “I want to do this. You’re not going to win.”

Kieran chuckled. The bastard. “Bottoming isn’t for everyone. I’m just lucky that I have a very sensitive prostate.”

The fucker did. While I wasn’t sure if mine was sensitive or not. I’d never tried to stick anything up in there. And yeah, maybe I was chickenshit. I hated pain. Although I knew once the pleasure started, the pain would probably take back seat, but since I had time to think.

Fuck.

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