Page 41 of King of Liars
Pushing in steadily, he leaned forward and licked up my lips, then kissed me.
The pressure escalated quickly. “Ah, ah,” I whispered.
“You okay?” he asked, his tone laced with concern.
“God, you’d think I’d be more used to it by now.”
“Well, it’s not exactly the easiest position,” he said with a snicker, but I could tell by the strain in his voice that it wasn’t exactly effortless for him to hold me up like that.
He pulled out slightly until I was ready, and when I told him, “Okay, okay, give it to me,” he pushed in more, and I felt him sliding against my prostate.
“Oh fuck.”
He pulled back, checking my expression.
“Trying to see what I look like when you hit the spot?”
He grinned and shook his head. “Pretty sure I’ve already memorized that, Aiden, but admittedly, I do enjoy watching.”
I laughed as he pushed a little farther in. “God, oh…yes.”
My body twitched in his hold as I rolled my head along the wall.
“Call me a pretty little faggot,” I told him.
I worried he’d judge me, that he wouldn’t understand, but he’d already seen my darkest desires with King, so if anyone would understand, it was him.
“You want me to come like this, Pretty Little Faggot?”
My face flushed with heat as my cock grew painfully hard. I gripped the shaft and jerked as he continued thrusting.
He kissed me, his tongue a frenzy in my mouth as we struggled to kiss and maintain our breath.
“Give it to me,” I begged.
“Come for me first, Pretty Little Faggot.”
Again, my face flushed with heat, but I felt all full of excitement—empowered, in a way, because of how I was in control of something that had been taken from me at one time.
I exploded across my abs as Ryan fucked me hard…so fucking hard, and I felt that sensitivity in me before he pushed his weight against me, gasping for air as he climaxed inside me. Owned my ass.
Standing in that restroom stall, pinned together, we clung to each other as he kept me against the wall. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold me there for much longer, but damned if I wanted to pull away or do anything other than rest in that moment forever.
* * *
I couldn’t stop glowing.
I was still thinking about the way we’d played around in the restroom stall, even at the party Ryan and I were attending. We met up with Hole and One—the knights scouting the party out before their king’s arrival. King sent a group text before he arrived, which gave Hole time to order shots.
We had our usual party routine down to a science—a brief outing before we’d head back to King’s and strip down, kneel, and worship our King as he saw fit for the remainder of the night.
Of course, in the back of my mind, each time we went over, I wondered if that would be the night we took things further…or worse, too far. But until the moment came, I could have fun with my new crew. In my time with the guys, I’d learned how much King loved to dance, and Hole and One shared this interest. While Ryan and I could get into it for a while, neither of us could keep it going for hours the way they could, so we would head to the nearest corner and drink, chatting up some of our friends from school.
A girl from my Brit Lit class stopped me and talked to Ryan and me for a bit before he took my drink and headed off to the bar in the adjoining room for refills. As my classmate was pulled away by her friends, I headed into the next room, where I noticed a guy, even taller than Ryan, with short black hair and the kind of tee that left little to the imagination. Damn, the guy had some shoulders on him.
Shoulders sidled up to Ryan alongside the bar and kissed him on the cheek, stopping me in my tracks. Ryan turned, appearing surprised by the guy at his side.
A friend? An ex? Someone else he was fooling around with?