Chapter 15
Ican’t believe this is my life. I can’t believe that as soon as I walk through that door, I’ll find Silas there waiting for me.
I inhale deeply and rub at my chest. I just need to get in there and fuck him, but goddamn, I’m worried for myself here. I’m worried that I like this guy more than I expected to. I never thought I’d do romance, but here I am, doing it.
I stare down at the flowers in my hand and debate tossing them into the trash, but I bought them on a whim. I wanted to do this.
Shit, if I start serenading him, I will have to give up my man card.
Fucking Silas, making me eat all my words, making me rethink and reshape my beliefs.
I want romance and I want it with him.
I pull out the key he gave me and let myself in, the bouquet of flowers still clutched in my hand. The room is dimly lit and yet my eyes immediately fall to Silas.
Bent over the couch, his ass out, his dark eyes peering over his shoulder at me.
“Hey, hottie,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat as I stare at him. My heartbeat triples, and I feel my entire body warm.
Damn, this man has gotten me so good.
I don’t even know why. I can’t explain what he’s done to me.
But he’s sure done something with that scowl and that grumpy demeanor. How he always says that he’s not going to do something and then does it anyways. He’s a walking contradiction, and I’m half in love with him for it.
“Did you bring me flowers?” he asks, still not moving from his place bent over the couch.
“I did,” I say and then wet my lips.
“You trying to romance me, Mr. Winslow?”
“You know it,” I say, setting them down on the small table before striding toward him. I’ll make sure to put them in water before we go to bed. I don’t want them wilting on me.
“But romancing can wait because goddamn, look at you,” I say, my voice going all raspy when I take in how hot he is. Goddamn, I’m a lucky man. So glad I got to him before LoveJoy could entice him with those ribbons.
The tips of his ears turn pink as he turns his gaze forward and arches his hips up slightly.
“Eager for it, huh?” I say as I start to strip. My clothes fall to the floor as I advance, and as soon as my hands land on his hips, I see that the fish tank has been covered up. Good choice, Silas. Good fucking choice. We don’t need a dramatic fish ruining this for us.
“I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m eager,” Silas replies with a huff. “I’m a grown man. I have patience.”
But even as he says it, he wiggles that ass, trying to get me to hurry up. Pfft, he has the patience of a gnat.
It’s fucking glorious.
My cock weeps as I drag it along his crack, loving the way he grumbles his impatience.
“You’re such a liar,” I say as I slide a finger into him, testing out how wet he really is. It slips in easily, which means he’s prepped well. I don’t need to do anything but push my dick inside of him. Not that I do. I want to tease him until he’s full-on grumpin’ at me. I want him to scowl and demand I give it to him.
“I’m not a liar. I’m the most truthful being on the planet.”
I scoff at that and then slap his ass with my free hand, my finger still working in and out of him.
“Did you just spank me?” he gasps, and I grin, doing it again. The sound of my palm bouncing off his ass cheek makes me hornier than I ever thought I could be. But then again, Silas just does things to me.
All the parts of me.
My cock and my heart.
“You were being a bad boy. You deserved it,” I say and then spank him a third time.
He gasps and turns his gaze over his shoulder to glower at me.
“I’m not a boy.”
“Hm, but wouldn’t you say you’re my boy?”
“I am thirty-five.”
“Thirty-six,” I correct him, and his lips turn down further.
“Thank you for reminding me,” he grunts, and I half-expect him to move away in frustration, but instead, he just wiggles his butt, enticing me.
“Anytime, old man. Still have a nice body for being near death,” I tell him, and he huffs a laugh.
“Even in my prime, I looked nothing like you,” he says, his gaze raking over me.
My head grows ten times too big for my body at his words. “Aw, you mean it?”
“You know exactly how good you look, Mr. Winslow. Now fuck me.”
I eye that ass, that hole, and wet my lips.
“I think I’d like to tease you a little longer.”
“I will riot.”
“But I do love a grumpy Silas.”
He grumbles under his breath, which only makes me harder. He has no idea what he does to me. He has no fucking clue.
“Then do I need to take what I want?” he asks, standing up and turning around.
Well, hell. I didn’t consider this. I bite down on my bottom lip, taking him in. His lithe runner’s body, that forearm full of tattoos—which I found out has depth and meaning, the dark scruff on his jaw, his mussed hair.
And then that cock.
Thick and long.
His hands fall on my chest, and I let out a desperate breath as his fingernails drag down to my stomach.
“I can take what I want.”
“Will you?” I ask, and he nods, pushing into me, our bodies now flush with each other.
“Do I need to prove it to you?”
I mean, he should. He should so prove it, but then again, I want to fuck him over the couch—been imagining it all day. But the thought of him pushing me down on the sofa and riding me is also a delicious scenario.
“I mean, everything is just a hypothesis until proven, right?”
I have no idea what I’m saying at the moment because his one hand is wrapped around my dick and the other is around my balls, rolling them in his palm.
“A hypothesis is usually made on limited evidence and requires further investigation.”
“Sex investigation,” I murmur as he leans up and presses his lips to mine.
“Yes, sex investigation. Sextigation.”
“Yes, we should create a new major at the university with this knowledge. I bet you’d have record enrollment,” I reply as he tugs my dick and leads me toward the front of the couch. When I’m right where he wants me, he shoves me down, my ass and back landing on the cushions. He follows me down, his thighs straddling my hips, his hard dick straining out from his body.
“I think we should resume our research, don’t you, Mr. Winslow?”
“Yeah, Dr. Sinclair. I think we should. For science.”
He grins down at me and then I feel the head of my cock slot at his hole and a second later, he slams down. I arch up off the couch in shock.
Jesus. He took me in one fell swoop. He didn’t even work me in.
“Goddamnit!” I shout and look up to see Silas’s head thrown back, his chest heaving.
“God yes,” he says, his eyelids fluttering. “Fuck yes.”
My fingers dig into his hips and flex roughly when he drags his hole up my entire length and slams down onto me once more. I shout again, the tight ring of his ass strangling my cock.
Oh god, I’m not going to last. I’m going to come embarrassingly fast.
His hips snap up and then down, his pace frantic and wild, making me nearly shoot off the sofa in response. It’s too much, too good.
“I think,” he heaves, his voice nearly breathless. “I think we need a lot more research to prove our hypothesis.”
“Yes,” I say in agreement. It’s all I can do to get a word out. I’m already half lost, half crazed, half out of my mind. I can’t even math anymore. Numbers don’t make sense.
Nothing makes sense.
Silas’s hands move up his chest and into his hair as he impales himself on me over and over again, until I’m strung tight, my entire body coiled up and ready to snap. Fuck, the picture he makes. The sensuality of it all.
I’ve never had sex with someone like this. Never had it feel this good.
That’s all I know.
It’s all I fucking know and that’s good enough for me.
I come on a roar, my cock shoved so far up inside of him that he cries out, his body shaking atop me.
“Oh fuck,” I grunt as I writhe under him, letting him wring every last drop out of me. Then I look meekly up at him, and he meets my gaze.
“I wasn’t done.”
“Yeah, about that,” I say, grabbing on to his dick and stroking it. “I wasn’t either. That was just foreplay.”
He arches an eyebrow at me in disbelief.
“Now who’s the liar?” he asks, and I shrug.
“Give me two minutes, and I will rock your world.”
He cocks his head and then leans down toward me, his lips brushing mine sweetly.
“Oh, Mr. Winslow, you already did. But I’ll take a round two. I’ll always take more from you.”
Jesus fucking Christ, this man.
I thread my fingers through his hair and kiss him deeply, our tongues sliding against each other. My cock is still inside him and when it starts to thicken, Silas groans at the sensation, the sound reverberating through me.
I swallow it all, inhale it.
I plan on keeping my word.
Gonna rock his world.
Silas is on his hands and knees, my cock shuttling in and out of his hole, taking him for another ride. Only this time, instead of riding me, he’s bent over the couch like he was when I walked through the door. We’ve come full circle now.
“That’s it,” I say, feeling like a god. We’ve been going at it for literal minutes. At least five. And I’m going like a champ, making him grunt and groan, my name a prayer on his lips.
“That’s it, Dr. Sinclair. You take it.”
He arches his hips back and does. He takes it so good. I’ve never had a bottom so fucking good for me. But then again, Silas makes everyone seem dull in comparison.
“And you don’t come. Not yet. I’m not through with you.”
He grunts his disapproval, which only brings me closer to the edge. I mean, doesn’t he realize what those grumpy sounds do to me?
Obviously not because he does it continuously until I’m cross-eyed, my body buried so deep inside of him that I swear I’m going to come out his throat. I lift him by the shoulders until he’s standing upright and grab on to the base of his dick as I continue to thrust up into him, feeling his shaft pulse in my hand.
But he can’t come. He really can’t. I need to sit on it.
“You hold it in,” I tell him roughly, my teeth nipping at his earlobe. “You save it for me.”
He groans, his head falling back on my shoulder as I use him. And I do. I grind and thrust, canting my hips up furiously until finally, I’m pushed over the edge.
His ass is stuffed full, my cum leaking out of him as he falls forward, his shaking arms holding himself up against the couch.
I don’t hesitate, just flip him back onto the couch seat and squirt lube on his cock.
And without any prep, I sink onto his hard length and rock my hips, the sting making me cry out as he splits me open.
But fuck, I love the pain of it.
Love that tomorrow I will wake up and feel what he did to me.
How he destroyed me.
Silas’s back is bowed off the couch, his eyes shut as his hands scramble for purchase.
And after one minute of fucking, our hips meeting in loud slaps of skin and sweat, he releases into me, filling my ass up with so much cum that I know I’ll be leaking for the rest of the night.
I fall onto him, our sweaty, slick bodies melded together as I nuzzle my face into his neck.
“So, about that sextigation,” I say, and Silas huffs a small laugh.
“Still a hypothesis. Still need to collect more data.”
“Agreed,” I say as his cock slips from my hole. I feel his release drip from me as I wiggle on top of him, loving when his hands come around my back and hold me close, cradling me in his arms.
“We can resume tomorrow. Not at work though.”
“Aw, but Dr. Sinclair, there’s a lab at the university and I really want to see you in a white lab coat.”
“I can arrange that at home.”
“With the goggles?”
He rolls his eyes, and I lean up and kiss him.
“And with safety gloves and a beaker. I want the entire setup.”
He laughs and then rolls us onto our sides, his body pressed against mine.
“That, Everly, can most assuredly be arranged.”