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Chapter Twenty-Six

LIE

I notice right away that I’m alone in bed. It takes me another minute to realize I’m at home. And a minute longer than that to remember why.

It’s my birthday.

I’m not huge on celebrating my birthday. I think the last time I got really excited about my birthday was when I turned ten. I don’t remember exactly what changed for me after that birthday, but I do remember the distinct feeling of not liking that I was getting older.

Everything changes when you get older, and I enjoyed being a kid.

It was probably something as simple as, ‘ You’re ten now, you can do this on your own .

’ I don’t hate chores, and my parents never gave me a lot of them.

I think it was just the knowledge that as I grew up, more and more things would become my responsibility, and I was no longer allowed to simply run around and have fun.

As it turns out, I was completely right! My childhood after my tenth birthday was still great. But I no longer looked forward to my birthday. I no longer wanted to get older.

I stayed home last night instead of sneaking out and back in because my parents have been known to decorate my door as I sleep. Once, I woke up with a small cake on my nightstand.

This morning, as I open my eyes, there’s a strange shadow stretching across my floor. I stare at it for a long time, unsure of what I’m seeing. Without moving, I follow the shape with my eyes. It’s weird and wiggling and stretching from my bed.

My heart races as I think something creepy, like a damn clown, is sitting behind me but when I spin around, my bed is clown free.

“Thank fuck,” I murmur and my eyes land on what’s causing the shadows.

There’s a cut-out sign stuck to my window from the outside that reads ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LIE’ and is covered in hearts. I sit up, my face split in a cheesy grin, and peek out my window toward Laiken’s house. He’s sitting outside and sees me as soon as I sit up.

Happy birthday, he mouths. My heart skips around like crazy as I stare at him.

I spin around again when there’s a knock on my door, and it opens to my dad. “You’re awake,” he says, smiling. “Happy birthday, son.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

There’s no way to hide the sign, so I don’t bother trying. Dad gives me a smirk. “From your secret boyfriend?”

It would be easy to say yes, but I’m shaking my head instead. “Cash, probably.” There we go. Reasonable doubt if someone saw Laiken taping it to my window.

“Of course,” Dad says, chuckling. “Feel like getting up so we can have breakfast with our birthday boy?”

“I guess,” I say, pretending to be put out.

It’s almost midnight when I’m finally able to sneak out. The moon is behind the clouds tonight, so I’m nothing but a shadow as I sprint across the front lawns and dip into the hidden alcove where Laiken’s front door is.

It opens before I have a chance to catch my breath. I grin as Laiken takes me into his arms and kisses me deeply.

I love spending the day with Laiken, but fuck, is it exhausting not touching each other all day. I feel like I haven’t kissed him in a month. My arms and legs wrap around him as Laiken shuts and locks the front door. Then I’m disappointed when he peels me off him.

“It’s my birthday and I demand dick,” I say.

He chuckles. “I have something for you first.”

I frown. “You already gave me a present. And I love it.”

“Good. I’m glad you love it. But that was a present that wouldn’t raise any questions from your parents. This is your real present.”

“You finally put a bow around your?—”

Laiken’s lips cover mine, cutting off my words while he laughs. “Stop being so narrowly focused. However, your present does involve dick and a bow. Any guesses?”

Ohh. Now I’m intrigued. “You’re gifting me a dildo?” I ask. “That’s sweet, but there isn’t a better dick, real or otherwise, than yours.”

“You’re good for my ego.” Laiken kisses the side of my head and pulls me down the hall to the spare room. He pushes the door open and flicks the light on.

“Holy crap. Where did you find that?” I exclaim as I head for the big chair shaped like a cock. The seat is the balls, and yes, there’s a bow on top. “This is the coolest thing ever!”

“I thought it would go with your cockerabilia collection,” Laiken says.

It’s such a little thing. Not the chair itself. That’s not exactly small. But knowing how much I love to collect dick things and not just acknowledging that but contributing to it. More than anything else he could have possibly given me today, this probably means the absolute most.

I turn to face him, feeling all weepy and emotional. “It’s amazing,” I tell him. “I love it. Thank you.”

His thumb rubs against my cheek. “You’re welcome. Now get undressed and present that tight little ass of yours. You may have mentioned wanting to be dicked down.”

“Have I?” I ask, stripping off my clothes in a hurry. This seems like a good opportunity to try out the sturdiness of my new cock chair. I climb on, kneeling on the balls and wrapping my arms around the pert mushroom top. “Gah. I love this chair! I’m hugging a giant cock, Laiken.”

His deep chuckle behind me makes me shiver. I feel his body heat brush against me before he touches me. Like he’s hovering. Teasing.

“Always so ready for me,” Laiken murmurs. His hand reaches between my legs and strokes my cock. He hums in appreciation. “On my birthday, I’m definitely going to be the one dicked down. You best be ready.”

Generally speaking, I don’t necessarily have a preference for bottoming or topping.

The only reason I’m obsessed right now is because Laiken has a dick to be worshiped.

I imagine that when we’re not sneaking around quite so much and we can fuck whenever we want, I’ll be less likely to feel so…

like I need to commit it to memory in case it’s our last time.

I’m happy to say that my man is prepared. He must have known a dick chair was the way into my pants. His fingers are already slick as he rubs my hole. I sigh, resting my head on the cockhead and closing my eyes as Laiken stretches me.

His other hand feathers over my skin, feeling me. His lips press softly to my spine, my ass cheeks, the backs of my shoulders. When he’s finally deemed me ready to take him, his body blankets mine.

Excitement makes me shake as the fat, blunt crown of his cock presses against my hole.

My breath catches as he breaches my rim, making me gasp.

There’s nothing better than this feeling.

Not just his big dick pushing inside me, but the way he holds me to him.

The quiet, deep groans he makes as he gets deeper and deeper.

How I swear I can feel his dick absolutely everywhere inside me.

I’m pretty sure the lump in my throat preventing me from taking a full breath is the head of his cock.

“Love this,” I grunt, closing my eyes. Pleasure burns through me. He pauses an inch or so inside and waits until my body relaxes. It feels like something simply unlocks and all the tension leaves, giving him much less resistance to push the rest of the way inside.

His fingers lace with mine. I can feel his hot breath all over my neck and shoulders and face. “This what you want, Lie?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I answer, breathless. My attention feels like a batter that’s getting thinner and thinner before it eventually dissolves into nothing. I’m a shaking mess of sensation.

“I love being so deep inside you,” Laiken says, his voice against my ear. “Feeling your body jerk when I poke you just right.”

A smile flutters over my lips, but is quickly replaced with my jaw hanging open as he hits said spot, and my eyes roll.

“Right there. That’s where you like it,” Laiken says.

I want to tell him I don’t care where he pokes me. I like it all. But words aren’t coming to me. There’s static in my head. All I hear are his words and the sounds I make.

Laiken isn’t fucking me fast or hard right now. It’s all about being deep and intimate. Sharing this moment. Making this birthday the best of my entire life.

Everything inside me feels like I’m spiraling down. Not in a bad way. I’m falling into a pool of pleasure. Or maybe that pool is rising, spinning around me, ready to consume me.

He’s so big. There’s never a single thrust that I don’t feel throughout my entire body. I’m about to come undone.

“Wait,” I say, pulling my hand free of his and shoving at his hip to push him off me.

“What’s wrong?” Laiken asks, concerned as he pulls away.

I’m not sure what makes me suddenly want to change it up, but I shove at him until I can get off the chair, pushing him to the ground. I follow, reaching for the box of condoms and lube he’d dropped on the floor.

“I want to watch you come on my dick,” I say as I wrap my cock.

Laiken stares at me. I’m sure he’s trying to figure out why I’ve randomly changed my mind. Hell, if I knew why, I’d offer the explanation. I’m not sure why this is suddenly very important to me. But I need this. This is how I want to spend my first orgasm as a twenty-one-year-old.

He doesn’t ask. He pulls his condom off and adjusts himself to let me have full access to his ass. I squeeze a whole lot of lube and watch it drip through his crack. I’m such a damn child that I giggle as I watch it.

“I’m glad we’re not on carpet,” I say as I play in the lube, teasing his hole as it clenches and relaxes at my touch.

“Easy to say that when you’re not lying on the cold floor,” Laiken answers.

I look up, meeting his eyes. “You’re right. Want to go to your bed?” Just as he’s answering, I stick my finger inside him. I grin when his words stutter.

Laiken’s eyes narrow. It’s impossible not to let my grin get out of control right now. I make a valiant effort to try not to, though. I watch his face as I finger him. One finger. Two. At three, Laiken groans.

I don’t think he was necessarily holding back, but I think that he definitely has a threshold to what makes him feel good. Three fingers are right at the edge. His moans continue as I work on lubing him until he’s nice and slippery.

Then I remove my fingers and get to my feet. “Bed,” I tell him. “I’m officially too old to be on my knees on this hard floor. I demand cushions for knee time.”

Laiken sighs but gets to his feet. He slaps my bare ass, making the loud clap echo off the empty room’s walls and making me jump. A second later, the sting registers, and I glare at him. “Ow. Jerk.”

He pulls me to his chest once we step into his bedroom, lips hungry on mine. “How do you want me?”

The question shouldn’t be so sexy. Damn, it makes everything inside me burn. “Just like you were on the floor. I want to see your face and your dick when it goes off.”

Laiken bites my lip gently, but there must be a nerve connecting my lip to my balls because I nearly lose it. I shove him away toward the bed. “Hurry up. I’m going to come right now if you keep biting me like that.”

He’s mighty fucking pleased with himself. That damn smile, smug and sexy.

I follow him onto the bed, right between his legs. He brings his knees to his chest, giving me that hole that I expertly worked.

And totally made a mess of the lube all over. He’s so shiny now.

Smirking, I shuffle closer and bring my cock to his hole. I close my eyes for a minute. It’s been a long time since I’ve topped someone. Actually, it’s been a long time since before Laiken that I’ve had sex at all. Maybe that’s why I’m so hungry for his dick all the time.

Opening my eyes, I watch his hole as it slowly stretches to allow me inside. I’m entirely mesmerized by the way his body swallows mine. Wow. Is it always so sexy?

My eyes flicker to his, and his previously smug expression has shifted to something reflecting his arousal. Lips parted. Nostrils flaring. Eyes dilated. His chest heaves. Stomach muscles flex and flutter.

As my cock disappears entirely into his body, Laiken lets his knees go and his legs lay wide open. I watch, hypnotized by his arousal, as his back arches. He grips the pillow under his head with one hand, the bedspread with the other.

I pull out and push back in, earning myself the most erotic sound from him.

Wow. I shouldn’t have been holding out for so long.

My thoughts fade away as I find a rhythm. One that feels good. One that elicits sexy sounds and responses from Laiken. It’s watching him alone that dictates how I move and when I wrap my hand around his big dick to jerk him.

He writhes on my cock. His body tenses. Hole squeezing me, making me grunt and shove in harder. With more intent. Laiken’s hands come around to my ass, urging me on until I’m mindlessly rushing toward the end goal of coming inside my boyfriend.

My boyfriend. My boyfriend.

The words run like a chant inside my head as I fuck into him, head spinning. Hand working madly. I’m desperate to feel him get off first.

Finally, finally , I’m rewarded when he does. His dick erupts, sending sexy strands of cum shooting out of him. His ass rhythmically clenches around my dick as his pleasure-filled cries take up all the room in my head.

I’m shaking by the time I allow my own orgasm. It’s almost too much. My eyes cross, and I fill the condom, losing my rhythm as I buck against him, skin slapping, no rhyme or reason to how my hips move.

Eventually, I lie beside him. Laiken rolls, pulling me to his chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me we should have done that sooner?” I ask between pants. Was that even a proper sentence? I don’t even care.

Laiken chuckles. “Sorry. I’ll be sure to hint a little more clearly next time.”

I grunt in agreement. We’re totally doing that again before I fall asleep.

Best. Birthday. Ever.