The Good Liar (Infidelity #1)

by C.P. Harris

He worked on fixing his hair while I buttoned back into my blazer and adjusted the brick in my pants. “Who’s going to take care of you?” he whispered worriedly toward my dick.

“What the fuck?” Leland asked when the elevator doors shut. “It’s your fault. No more making him jealous.” “Come again?” he said. “I caught him and Daniel kissing in his office, Leland! On their way to doing more. He thinks you and I are sleeping together.” “So he thinks you’re fucking me, and in turn he almost fucked his husband? You do realize how absurd and twisted you two are, right?” “I don’t care,” I growled. “Stop it or you’re fired.”

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I’d left the offices of Parker, Mitchell, & Ward convinced that stopping Daniel and Jasper, and then having Jasper’s cum slide down my throat, meant I’d won something. Thinking I’d use Leland’s forced night out as a celebration of my win. Didn’t take long for the euphoria to subside, or for hollowness to return. They’ll be going home together, I’d thought. What then? I wasn’t the only one who’d been left unfulfilled from our ordeal. My mood had blackened further, and all I could do was hope that Daniel kept his hands off his husband.

Sofia leaned with arms folded against the open entrance of the living room, tossing another glance up the staircase before whispering, “Do you want to leave Daniel for him?” “It doesn’t matter,” I said, shrugging into my coat. “There’s no future for Cole and me. I won’t break the only other promise to her I can keep. I won’t break Franklin’s heart any more than I already have.”

Truthfully, Daniel was the protective shield standing between Cole and me. The one thing I couldn’t ignore, the one thing keeping me from cementing myself to him again. It was the truth when I agreed to marry him, and it was even more so true now. It made me an even lesser man than him.

One step onto the marbled foyer and the soles of my wet shoes squeaked. I removed them slowly along with my coat to buy time, but also not wanting to make my presence known. I needed to see them in all their glory. I needed to see the look in his eyes as he had someone who wasn’t me. As sad as it was, I needed to know if someone else could make him feel the way I once had, because if I was going to break, I needed to break completely. I couldn’t take the in-between any longer.

“Did you fuck him?” I asked. “Why. Are. You. Here?” he repeated, each word spoken clearly, threateningly even. “How many people have you fucked since you showed up here?” I had no right to ask, given the stipulations I’d made him promise to in this very room. But right then, my heart didn’t care about anyone’s rights. It wanted answers, and my anger rose to the occasion. “Answer me! Did you fuck him? And how many others?” He laughed bitterly and mockingly. “How many times have you fucked your husband since I arrived in town?” he countered, spitting out the word husband. He wore his cruelness on his sleeve tonight. “How many times have you fucked your husband wishing it were me?”

“God, you fucking taste like him,” I said, thoroughly pissed. He tasted like fine scotch and the citrusy scent cloying up his foyer. They’d kissed. They’d fucking kissed.

Falling over me, he started up a dry hump while chasing my lips, growling in frustration and securing a fist in my hair to keep me still, stealing the kiss he wanted. “I love you,” he said over and over between kisses and taking a second for air.

“Did he suck your cock?” I needed this resolved before I handed myself over to him. Before I allowed him to take what he wanted from me. “No,” he said. “We kissed. And I couldn’t go any further. I promise, angel.”

Angel. It had been too many years since he’d called me that, and I could no longer fight the urge to bend, to give him everything, all of me right then, to be his good fucking angel.

My hands were useless and growing numb wrapped in the confines of my shirt. “Fuck!” I gritted out when he threw both my legs over his shoulders, then slid his palms beneath my ass and raised me to his opened mouth. He ate me greedily, making lewd lapping sounds, praising the taste of me, shaking his head like a rabid dog as he buried his nose between my cheeks and inhaled like someone breaking the ocean’s surface after being held under for too long.

“You taste like heaven,” he whispered, his words spoken directly into my asshole. “Christ, I’ve missed this.”

Cole helped me onto his lap, still not willing to free my hands, our cocks grazing each other as he searched my face, his hand running through my hair. “Look at me,” he whispered, and I released a shuddering breath before doing so. His thumb brushed away the moisture at the corner of my eyes, his gaze soft, his voice was anything but. “This won’t be easy, and I plan to take you all night.”

I gasped and clenched at the intrusion. “Fuck, you’re so tight, angel.” His hand holding me up by my hair spasmed. “I can barely get it in,” he said, working his finger in slowly. “How long has it been?” He tugged my hair when my lips thinned defiantly. “How long.” “Weeks,” I said as the pain in my scalp and the fullness in my ass formed a potent shot of pleasure throughout my body. “What kind of man leaves you unsatisfied for weeks?” he growled, sending another finger in.

Cole liked it when I whimpered, when I cried for an end to his torture, when I begged for him to start, or to stop. And I loved it when he apologized for being unable to, because it meant I was special. It meant I had something he couldn’t resist. “It’s out of my hands, angel,” he’d say, as he fucked me into the bed, or the ground, or the wall. “This is what you do to me.”

“Is this what you want?” he asked, biceps bunching. I could’ve said yes. I could’ve made this train stop. But it would’ve been a lie. “No,” I said, so close my lips caressed his. “Thank, God,” he wept, lowering me onto his dick.

“Too much,” I said, teeth clashing from the force of his pounding. “Fuck that,” he said, body quivering beneath me. “This is what a real cock is supposed to feel like inside you.”

His pants restricted his movements, but I wrapped my legs around him, my breaths punching through me as he fucked me so hard and so thoroughly. It felt like he was purging years of pain, asking me to take it away from him, and I hitched my legs higher, opening myself up more for him, letting him know I could take whatever he needed to force into me.

“I fucking love you,” he said, out of breath. He kissed me before I could answer him, or maybe before I could not answer him.

“Cole?” My voice wobbled. This type of play always left me emotional and disoriented. “I’ve got you, angel.” He kissed me slowly this time, his hips moving at a compatible speed to his lips, being mindful of my sensitivity now that I’d come.

Cole had the virile will to last as long as needed, and I preferred him inside me than not, so I used to live for these more tempered moments, too, when his cock rolled in and out of me patiently, waiting for me to swell again. We continued our languid kiss as Cole possessively stroked my cock to firmness, all while letting me know it belonged to him, until I was ready again.

“No marking,” I pleaded, fisting the rug, the light of the moon glinting off my wedding band. Or maybe it was the condemning eyes of God shining down on me. “You don’t get to tell me what to do to you,” he growled into my neck, teeth locking around my skin as we came, his cum temporarily washing the guilt away.

I rested on my back as he stared down at me, transferring the cum leaking from my hole to his lips as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

Cole pressed a palm to my chest when I went to sit up. “You’re staying with me tonight,” he said firmly but gently, plucking a strand of hair from my lips. “Tell him you’re staying with me tonight.” “Okay.” I exhaled, leaving tomorrow in the future and taking what I wanted right now.

I’d always needed to be the source of Cole’s happiness. The sole object of his affection and desire. Even when we were apart. Even when I wouldn’t admit it to myself. And he’d always needed to feel like he was corrupting an angel, dirtying me up and stealing my innocence from me.

I headed for his living room, Cole caught my hand. “No more sofa. No more pretending we aren’t doing exactly what we’re doing. You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”

I generated an excessive amount of heat when asleep, and I’d kept him cocooned to me most of the night until it was either let him go, or drown in a pool of our combined sweat. At some point he’d found his way into my side anyway. Now he slept on his stomach, hairline sweaty, cheek flushed.

I trailed my gaze down the hickeys on his back, to the matching deep purple bruises I’d sucked onto the curve of his ass in between rimming him as he prayed for mercy on the lid of my Steinway. I’d gotten carried away. I could’ve used the alcohol I’d barely drunk as an excuse, but the weak attempt at justification would’ve been transparent. Jasper’s body now reflected years of grief, of anger, resentment, betrayal, and love set free. I’d let it all go last night. I’d punished him for what the loss of him had done to me, and what not having him, even now as he slept peacefully in my bed, still did to me.

He whispered my name groggily into his pillow, and I changed my angle, adopting a sideways motion as I sank in all the way, clenching my ass and jamming up against him, shoving him higher up the bed. I wanted everything in him, and I pried his ass apart further just to be sure he’d gotten every piece of me, that there was nothing holding me back. My toes scraped along the sheets, trying to find purchase as I fed and fed and fed him all of me.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, increasing my rhythm as he clenched around me. “Hold on,” I said, helping him to his knees and placing his hands on the headboard. “Cole,” he said, adrift, arching his back and dropping his head between his shoulders. I ran my slicked hands over his chest, through the trimmed, tight curls surrounding his cock, up his muscled back, and up and down his straining, extended arms. “It’s almost over, angel.” “No,” he groaned, taking me so good I could’ve cried.

The bed rocked, and I focused on speeding up my climax so his body could get the rest it needed. “I’m about to come,” I said between gnashed teeth, getting in a few more thrusts. “Fuck.” My spine locked as my orgasm blew through me. I ground against his ass, making sure every drop of my cum found its way home, found its way to the deepest parts of him.

“Cole,” he whimpered. “I’ve got you,” I said, slipping out and turning him around. He fell bonelessly onto the bed and was coming into my mouth before his weeping crown had tapped my tonsils. Jasper urged me up his body by my hair, tonguing me and moaning from the taste of himself.

Gripping the molding above the bathroom door frame, I watched with trepidation as Jasper—now showered and fully alert, took in the handprint at his throat, and the love bites surrounding his nipples like petals blooming from a pistil. My fingers dug in to the point of aching when he met my eyes through the mirror over the sink.

“What?” he asked in disbelief. “The answer isn’t to invent business trips to ship him off to whenever you feel like losing your cool in bed, Cole. We need to be more discreet, or this won’t work.” Or you could leave him, I didn’t say, because he was already getting worked up, and Jasper on an anger-bender wasn’t something you willingly contended with. “I’ll be more careful with you.” It killed me to say that.

Jasper’s face heated from the innocuous touch, his perfect row of teeth peering through his parted mouth, his body so responsive to me. He looked so scared and so innocent, and I’d have given up anything to take advantage of that right then. To seat my cock inside him while whispering he had nothing to be afraid of.

“We don’t need something that big for just the two of us,” Jasper argued when I pointed to a twelve-foot stunner. It warmed my heart to hear him consider the tree ours, even if it was said without thought. Maybe it meant I’d get him for Christmas, that he’d carve out some time for me. He’d mentioned spending his last couple Christmases with Daniel’s family. Maybe this year it’d be him and me. Our family.

“No. I’ve been thinking about starting up my own firm.” “What?” I relieved him of the frame, setting it aside so I could send him to his back, my hands plastered on either side of his head as I held myself above him. “When did you decide this?” “I haven’t decided yet. I said I’ve been thinking about it.” But he was breathless with anticipation. He wanted this; he just needed to know he had a right to go for it. “You get to be excited about this, Jasper,” I said, tugging his lip free and watching a smile split his face. “You never have to hide or downplay your happiness with me. Never,” I said again with emphasis. “I’m not him.”

He fingered the pearl-sized bead of precum from my stiff cock before letting it fall into his own coffee. He chanced a gulp of the steaming liquid, his eyes closing as he groaned in ecstasy.

“I need to taste you. I need my tongue and fingers deep inside you,” he whispered, licking his lips in preparation. “And I need it now.”

Cole laced his fingers through mine, rolling his thumb over the deserted spot where my wedding band should’ve been. “‘You and I are the only ones who exist until tomorrow,’” I reminded him.

The island of Manhattan was majestic from that high up, but we spent most of the ride staring at each other.

“Is she getting enough exercise?” “Someone rides her a few days a week.” “Someone?” I asked, because Warrior didn’t like just anyone riding her. “It was me until I left,” he admitted. Warrior hated him, and he’d taken care of her anyway. I didn’t need another reason to love him, but the universe seemed intent on giving me one regardless. “Took us a while to reach an understanding. Bribing her with carrots did the trick, and she eventually stopped trying to throw me to my death. She never gave up the eye-of-scorn, though. It was like she knew you weren’t there because of me.”

“The snow’s gone, and it’s unseasonably warmer than it should be today. Mother Nature’s holding her breath so we can have this moment. Let’s go before we lose it,” he said, stroking his knuckles over my cheek.

“You can come visit her anytime,” Cole said, as I brushed and talked to her after our ride. He leaned against the stable door watching me, his own horse already tended to. I liked to linger. “Only if you come with me,” I said, chuckling at his pleased expression. I felt different there, with him. Changed somehow, but not yet clear on in what way. He’d returned a piece of me, though. A piece I’d been terrified to reclaim.

Cole kneaded my skin with soapy hands, examining and kissing each fading bruise he’d given me, mourning the loss of them, as if they were the only thing making us real.

“If only I could take my hands to you,” Cole murmured from down on his knees, nose against my plug-free pucker. “If only I could spank you hard.” He smacked my ass cheek lightly, his palm and the water sluicing down my skin creating a beautiful song, echoing through the marbled enclosure. I moaned, holding myself up with a hand to the glass wall. His palm landed heavier, faster, in the same place and then not, with just the right amount of hurt to make my cock perk up, but not enough to cause damage.

He’d need to be the one to stop. He held the control for a reason, and I was the victim to his dirty deeds for a reason. We were both helpless to the roles we played. “Cole,” I begged, rubbing my asshole against his nostrils, knowing he got off on it. I bruised easily; we had maybe one more level of intensity before the proof of what we were doing here would be written all over me. I’d let him, I couldn’t stop him, I didn’t want to— He stopped, standing and dragging his flattened tongue over my fluttering hole on his way up. “Careful,” he whispered into my ear, biting a line down my neck. “I promised to be careful.”

His confidence in what he could do with his body, with his cock, was the biggest turn-on. I was lucky enough to have been his blank canvas when we were younger. To be the body he’d improved his art upon. To see and feel the changes as we both grew into our sexuality. There was power that came with that. A possessiveness, too. His abilities belonged to me.

“I want to hear you,” he said, finger fucking me deeper. “God,” I called out. “I’m here, angel,” he crooned, his fingers working me. “I’m here.”