Page 64 of Beautiful Liar

I nuzzled his dick, flattening my tongue against his slit, tasting him. Then I returned to his fucking tight hole. He smelled and tasted of soap. He fucking knew I couldn’t resist him.

Fuck. The thought drew fire in my veins. My own dick so damn hard, I wouldn’t fucking last. Especially not with the colorful choice in his language arsenal. Yeah, I loved giving himcontrol, but I loved taking it from him too. I loved making him lose it for me. The most beautiful sight in the world. I reached for the lube while he watched.

“Oh, fuck, really?”

I stopped over him. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Fuck. No.”

But I also saw the hint of shame as if he shouldn’t like it. I nuzzled into his neck, pressed feather light kisses against his jaw, his clavicle, the tattoo on his chest. “It’s okay, Tomás.”

He sighed. His body relaxing under me. “I know,” he said. I waited for the but, but it didn’t come.

“Do you want to fuck me?” His dick pulsed at the word fuck. It made me smile. “Because if you want to fuck me,” the pulse again. “I don’t mind you fucking—”

“You’re such an ass,” he laughed and spun me on my back, his arms braced on either side of me, his body flushed against mine. His eyes so damn mesmerizing. His smile faded, but the heated look in his eyes remained. “I want you to fuck me,” he said, grazing my lips with his. I felt the pulse against my cock. “Do with me what you want. I can take it.”

I arched a brow. “Hmm, we’ll see about that.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Tomás

I may have overestimated what I could take from Kieran. I wanted him to use my body the way he wanted. I kept thinking I wasn’t coming back and I wanted to be his first everything. I didn’t want to fall asleep without taking advantage of this moment. Maybe it was cruel. Maybe I should’ve told him the truth about Enzo and Luca. I knew Kieran would put me in that damn collar and then after the games we’d be planning the ruination of Alessandro Mancini just like Wren wanted.

And that wasn’t a bad thing.

The bad thing was that he’d know what happened. That he’d learn how deep the break in my soul went and I was too much of a coward to face his rejection. That would be far worse thandying. Maybe. I didn’t know and reverted to being a coward.

Kieran pulled his lips away from my body to look at me. “Should I stop?”

Fuck. I had to pull myself out of my head. “No. Please.”

He kissed the juncture between my thighs and groin, then down my inner thigh until he had me spread out in front of him. His eyes on my hole, full of hunger and lust. With lubed fingers, he breached the tight ring. I closed my eyes as the burn gave way to a sense of fullness. The pain to pleasure as he prepped me. So fucking weird still, but so damn good. After prepping me, he placed the blunt head of his cock against my entrance. Then he didn’t move. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. His lips parted, eyes glazed, with an expression of love. I wanted to believe it so fucking bad. Kieran loved me. He loved me. I loved him. This, us, was so fucking beautiful. Heat bloomed in my core, something strong that made me full inside.

“Kieran?” I said, my voice husky.

I thought he’d say something, but he blinked away the moment, gripped my hips, and breached my rim. Slowly. So fucking slowly. Inch my inch. He stopped, waited for my body to adjust, and kept going. He made a sound at the back of his throat, and it fueled the fire inside my veins. I needed more. His fingers dug into my hips, bruising me. I thought I was going to die until he snapped his hips forward, filling me completely. And then he pulled back and slammed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust sent a pulse of pain followed by pleasure until he hit my prostate, and I saw fucking stars. I needed to fucking come and grabbed my cock, but he slapped my hand away.

“Fucker!”

He chuckled. “Not yet.”

I was so fucking close. I growled, calling him all sorts of names. He pulled out fast, forcing a cry out of my throat. The subsequent feeling of emptiness inside me as if he literally shifted my insides to make room for his cock, ruined me. He spun me onto my stomach, gripped my hips hard to lift my ass in the air, and thrust his cock inside of me. I cried out, fisting the sheets. His body flushed against my back, he reached around me and cupped my dick. “Now you can come,” he said at the same moment he grazed my prostate and pumped my dick. I came hard, spurting onto the bed under me. He dropped over the edge with me. His cock pulsing inside of me as his release filled my ass, dripped down my thighs. He pulled out and I winced. Then he turned me onto my back. He leaned his forehead against mine, kissed me for a few long minutes. My lips swollen. My body abused. Sex always sent me into a blissful coma. I felt my body fall but I didn’t want to end this moment just yet. I followed him into the bathroom, into the shower. I held him after I sucked him off.

“Tomás,” he finally said into my mouth. “You need your sleep.”

“I’ll have enough sleep when I’m dead,” I muttered into his mouth. It’d been something Daniel always said as a joke. Dark humor. Kieran hugged me tighter.

After our third shower, we sank into the folds of the bed. I held him in my arms.

“Tell me how you see your life in New York?” I asked. “Being the big, bad wolf of the Brennan clan.”

He ran his fingers up and down my chest. A slow drag that felt good. “I want to learn more about the legitimate business. Help Tristan run things. Start dissolving our illegal business. It’ll be hard at first, but after a few years, maybe…”

He didn’t elaborate on the maybe. A few years. “I think Tristan’s going to be proud of you.”

He chuckled. “If he doesn’t kill me after he finds out what I did to take his company from him.”

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