Page 42 of Beautiful Liar

At that moment I realized I didn’t understand how my dad and Daniel could’ve given themselves over to anybody. They used sex as a way to get off, but for me with Kieran it wasn’t just about that. It was so much more. I could never do this with anyone else. I could never care this much for anyone else.

“Fuck, Tomás, yeah. Take what you need,” he breathed out.

And Kieran would always give me what I needed.

I undid his pants and dropped to my knees, pulling them down with me and freeing his cock. It was thick, veiny and pink. Uncut. He inhaled sharply, watching me. His eyes full of something I could interpret as love. That’s what I wanted to believe. I didn’t care that he hadn’t said it. What he gave me was enough.

“Go ahead, baby,” he said with such warmth in his voice, as if soothing me. I didn’t realize I needed the moment until I felt about to burst.

I leaned in and licked along the underside, feeling his cock pulse. I lapped up the cum on his tip and then swirled my tongue around its girth. He tasted of heat and spice. Something I could never find a word for. It was him. All him. I stretched my lips and took him in, sucking and licking. Every cell in my body awake to his desires. To the sounds he made, the way his fingers dug into my hair, massaged my scalp. The way my own body reacted to him. He’d been my first everything. And his praise made me preen. Made me feel worthy. Made me forget everything else.

I trailed my fingers up his thighs, cupped his balls as I bobbed into him. His thrust deepening the suction. “Fuck, Tomás, I’m going … no, not yet. Fuck.”

I loved the way he made no sense. The way he didn’t care who heard him because my man was loud as fuck. And it was okay. We were alone. His secret was safe with me. He hadn’t left me.

I popped his cock out of my mouth and got to my feet, kissing him while I helped pull his shirt off. He kicked out of his shoes and pants, and we were on the bed. My body over his, slotting our dicks together. His legs wrapped around my hips,thrusting into me.

“Take us together, Kieran,” I begged.

He cupped my length, drew in a few drags that had my eyes practically rolling inside my head. Then he wrapped his long fingers around both of us, squeezing hard. Dragging his hands up and down our length. The friction so fucking good. His lips were soft, pliant, while I ravaged them. Sucked, nipped, pulled on his tongue. I explored every inch of his mouth. Couldn’t get enough. It’d never be enough. Not with him.

“Tomás,” he said in between feral kisses. “I need you inside me.”

Fuck. I wanted that more than anything, but I wanted to come. I didn’t want to prep him. I didn’t want to wait. I leaned back, pumping myself to a painful hardness while he watched, uncertainty in his eyes.

I was so fucking close.

My balls drew tight and I came all over his cock, my chest so fucking tight. I ran my cum down to his ass and ran my finger around his hole. “I got you,” I whispered, trying to control my breathing. “Is this what you need?” Using my cum as lube, I pressed a finger into his hole, past the tight ring of muscle, then another. Stretching him. He leaned back and moaned.

“Fuck, Tomás.”

He stopped talking when I took his cock in my mouth while I fucked him with my finger. I knew I found his sweet spot when his fingers curled painfully into my hair and he tightened his ass. I sucked deeper, eyes watering, unable to breath, my nose against his pubes.

“Fuck, baby, I’m there. I need to cum.”

It didn’t take him long. Another graze against his prostate and he shot his load down my throat. I sucked him dry before pulling my fingers out of his ass and his softening cock out of my mouth.

His hands dropped from my hair, and his chest rose and fell as I trailed soft kisses up his body. His phone beeped. He needed to check his insulin. I kept kissing him, until I reached his collarbone, and I bit him there, sucking hard. He hissed between his teeth but didn’t move. I wanted him to have my mark. I didn’t give a fuck what people thought. He could hide it, but I wanted to know it was there.

“Fucker,” he said, with no anger in his voice.

I chuckled. “Sorry. Not really sorry.”

He smiled, cupped my face, and kissed me softly. Sucking my lips tenderly until the kiss ebbed and I fell beside him, drawing him into my arms. The silence lasted until our breathing calmed.

“Are you going to tell me what happened with Luca?” he asked.

“No.”

I knew he was angry by the way his body stiffened under me. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to lie to you.”

Kieran tried to break out of my hold, but I rolled on top of him, holding him in place. “You’re already a fucking liar,” he said into my face. His expression cold. “How could you say you love me, when all you do is fucking lie?”

“I’m trying to protect you.”

He shook his head. “How the fuck do you think you can protect me when you can’t even protect yourself.”

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