Kiss Me, Liar - Chapter 130
“…I will lock the door first,” I whispered needlessly and turned around. As I locked the door, my hand trembled ever so slightly. Click. The cold and heavy sound struck my eardrums particularly loud. I turned back slowly, only to see that Keith was still staring at me. Step by step, I walked toward him.
Neither Keith nor I averted our eyes. The closer we became, the more my heart tightened painfully. By the time I walked around the desk and stood before him, my ears rang numbly as if my heart had smoldered into dust.
Keith didn’t say a word. He merely extended a hand. I took one step forward and held it.
The moment I felt his warmth, I let out a sigh. Despite joining our bodies countless times, just holding his hand made me grow wanton for him.
Just as he guided me closer, I meekly collapsed into his arms. Keith stroked my back as our lips met and our tongues entangled hungrily. His hand snaked down to my pants, and without a second thought, he shoved his hand inside.
I could feel him scowling. I soon found out why.
“I told you not to wear underwear. It gets in the way.”
I finally came to a vague realization that Keith meant that he didn’t want me to wear underwear in general. It didn’t matter whether it was briefs or boxers. I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be obvious and I was dense, or if I tried to avoid the topic out of embarrassment. In any case, my face was in flames.
“But… I can’t not wear…” I trailed off.
Keith wordlessly looked down at me. I grew anxious, but this wasn’t the time to beg for a kiss. Instead, I swallowed nervously and offered, “Should I blow you?”
In the past, I wouldn’t have been able to say such a thing. Now, I didn’t have a modicum of shame stopping me. However, this was the full extent of my courage. I seduced him brazenly on purpose. “I think that could be the more reasonable option.”
Keith grabbed my chin. Even with the slight pressure of his thumb, my lips fell open. Keith’s eyes narrowed. I clutched at my quivering heart and awaited his words. Keith said nothing–he only took his hand off me. It was tacit permission–an order. I hesitantly sank to my knees.
Kneeling on the floor was nothing. This wasn’t the first time, and recently, I was on my knees on Keith’s bathroom floor with hot water showering me and his member in my mouth. I recalled the slippery moisture and hefty girth, making my insides throb. Only God knew how depraved we were over the weekend and about how excited I got just from recalling that time.
I sat between Keith’s wide-open thighs and carefully pulled down the fly of his pants. My tense fingertips trembled, but I was just as riled up. Keith stared at me without lifting a finger. His gaze only stoked my yearning for him.
By the time I pulled out his erect p*nis, I sighed deeply. “…Mmmgh.”
I took his member in my mouth, opened as wide as I could, and let out a stifled moan. I evened my breathing and pushed his member deeper. I felt the pressure of my throat being filled, but when Keith petted my hair, I stopped caring about the discomfort.
“Phew…” Keith let out a satisfied sigh from above my head. My lips squirmed as I tried to suck him as deeply as I could. I stroked the remainder of the shaft that I couldn’t take in, rubbing it to the base and his pubes.