Things Liars Say (#ThreeLittleLies #1)(33)

Holy hell. Holy shit, the dirty mouth on her.

“Stop. Don’t, baby,” I beg through clenched teeth. “Or I’m gonna come.”

“Come inside me,” she moans, grabbing my ass and pulling me down. My dick brushes the slit of her *, pre-cum making it slick. “Please. I’m on the pill. Honey, please. I want this with you so bad.”

Pill. Honey. Please.

I try to make sense of the words in my brain, but I’ve lost the function of reasoning.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. I’ve never had sex without a condom—then again, I’ve never been serious about anyone before. Ever. Not even close.

But I am now—and whatever she wants I’m going to give her: Commitment. A relationship. Date nights. My cock inside her without a condom.

I swallow the lump in my throat and my balls tighten, eager and twitching with greedy anticipation.

“If we f*ck without a condom, Greyson, you’re mine. Do you understand?” My plea is hoarse, raw and full of emotions I didn’t know I was feeling. “The only person I’d ever consider screwing without protection would be a steady girlfriend.”

Or future wife, but I keep that shit to myself.

“Silly boy.” Greyson cups my cheek in her palm tenderly, even as her rotating hips work the tip of my dick. “I decided I was keeping you the day you showed up at my door. You’re mine.”





Greyson





He feels so good.

So unbelievably good.

Words spill out of his lips. My lips. Incoherent rambling. Babbling. Endearments.

Begging.

Cal slides in and out of me and, “Oh God.” I moan, spreading my legs wider as his hips pump, giving it to me good. So, so good. “Deeper, Cal, push. Yeah, yes, right there.”

My head rolls to the side and I lie like a rag doll as he drives into me, the sensation of his bare flesh against mine almost unbearable. Ooohhh yeahhh. Uuhhh. Cal.

“Shit, oh shit. God, this feels amazing. Fucking incredible, baby. I… I… You’re my best friend, baby,” he confesses in an emotional, choked whisper. “I think I love you.” He blurts out this sentiment as a choke gets stuck in his throat.

“I know, I know,” I chant. My mouth finds his earlobe and I suck. “I love you too.”

Love. What a word. We can’t stop saying it.

Can’t stop.

“I am. I’m f*cking in love with you, Greyson.” He swivels his pelvis and grinds me down into the mattress.

“I love you, Cal. So much.” The words spill out of my mouth in a sob before I can analyze the consequences of our slurred confessions.

Cal’s giant hands reach under me, and he grasps my ass, pushing deep.

Our mouths meet then, and we burn for each other. Burn. With each kiss and every touch, we worship as only two people who’ve just declared their love for each other can—with passion and restraint and tenderness.

And once you’ve said those three little words, a floodgate opens, and you never want to stop saying them. So we don’t. We say them again and again, in whispers and whimpers and groans and throaty sighs.

It’s raw and deep and real.

It would be nauseating if it weren’t us.

“I love you,” Cal groans again as his hips pump and he slides slowly in and out of me. “Fuck, you feel good, Greyson. So fuuuu… sexy. Shit. Uh, Grey, I love you, baby.”

He’s way too gentle. He’s way too slow.

My fingers move down his sweaty spine and squeeze his firm ass. “Harder, Cal. I said harder. Yes, right there, baby. Don’t stop. I love you, I love you. Oh God, deeper. Harder. Cal.”

Our lips and bodies tell a story, one we’ve been writing for the past seven weeks… a story of our friendship, bond, and love.





Calvin





Holy shit.

My girl loves me.

My girl loves it deep and hard and dirty and loud.

And that’s how I give it to her.





Greyson





We don’t stop until we’re both panting and sweaty and exhausted.

And then we do it again.





@Grey_VKeller Tweeted: I’m officially someone’s #girlfriend and off the market #facebookofficial





@tightheadthompson Tweeted: @grey_vkeller damn straight





@Grey_VKeller Tweeted: @tightheadthompson I love you





@tightheadthompson Tweeted: @grey_vkeller I love you too, baby





@JemmaGemini Tweeted: @tightheadthompson @grey_vkeller

Gross. Stop. NO ONE wants to see this crap. NO ONE #tmi #gag #wordvom





@MasonGille32 Tweeted: @tightheadthompson Hey #jerkoff did we NOT just talk about keeping this #shit to yourself? TMI dude #hornybastard





@Grey_VKeller Tweeted: @JemmaGemini WHAT THE HECK JEMMA - we’re literally sitting across from each other at the same table #LOL





@JemmaGemini Tweeted: @grey_vkeller Exactly! GET BACK TO WORK stop #daydreaming





Cal: You miss me already, don’t you?