Full Service : (Franklin U 2 Book 5)

Chapter 19

Silas is riding my dick, like really riding it. Like his life depends on it.

I mean, it kind of does. His life and mine.

If I don’t come in his ass, I will probably die.

“Oh fuck, your dick is amazing. I’ve been thinking about it all day,” Silas groans as he arches his hips forward, making me gasp. “Your dick and your ass.”

“Me too. I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” I moan as my fingers dig into his hips.

He gasps when I sit up, changing our positions and impaling him deeper. Our lips meet in a frantic kiss.

“And kissing you. I couldn’t stop thinking about this.” He groans into me, his ass clenching around my hard length. Oh fuck, if he keeps doing that I’m going to burst early. And I don’t want to come until he does.

But the way he’s canting his hips and the way he feels around me makes it very hard.

Oh fuck, I’m so hard.

And he’s currently auditioning to be a rodeo rider.

“Touch yourself,” I say, but Silas just shakes his head.

“No. I can come untouched.”

“I know you can,” I wheeze. “But I’m not going to last.”

“You can. You have to.”

“I can’t, Silas. You feel too good.”

He moans and then shoves me backward. I fall onto my back and look up at him as he pulls off of me and straddles me reverse cowboy.

“Is this better?” he asks as he sucks my cock back into his hole.

“Well fuck,” I gasp. “No, this is worse.” Because now I can see his ass swallowing my dick. The sight of it, the feel…my balls draw up, and I fuck into him roughly, making him cry out.

On a shout, I come, uncontrolled, unbidden, filling him up and watching as my cum leaks from him and down my shaft.

Silas is panting when I’m done, my body still beneath his.

“Did you come? Fuck, sorry about that. It was too good.”

Silas nods, his body pulling off mine.

“Yeah, I did. That position nailed my prostate just right.”

I grin up at him and hold my arms out. He slides into them and nuzzles into my neck.

“One more week until graduation,” he says, and I nod, holding him even closer.

“One more week until you can take me on a proper date.”

He sighs and kisses the underside of my jaw.

“A proper date for my very improper boyfriend.”

I chuckle as I press my nose into his hair. “Very improper. Just for you.”

“What are your plans after graduation?” Silas asks, and I close my eyes, trying not to fall asleep. It’s late, it’s been a long day, and fuck, that orgasm is going to put me right to bed. But first, to answer his question.

“Well, you could come by the strip club anytime you want and I could give you a private lap dance.”

“I think I may. Or you could quit.”

“I’ll quit once I find a better job.”

“I could take care of you.”

“I won’t be a kept man, Dr. Sinclair.”

He huffs in frustration and nuzzles into my neck.

“But in all seriousness,” I begin. “I thought we could go up north and you could meet my dad. We could take Grandpa too.”

“Mm, that would be nice.”

“And then I thought we could take a nice long, leisurely road trip back down the coast to home.”

“Sounds lovely.”

“And then, you know, you could ask me to move in.”

I hold my breath as Silas leans up, his eyes meeting mine. “You’ve already moved in.”

I shrug, trying to be casual. “Yeah, but not like permanently.”

His head cocks. “I thought this was permanent.”

“I figured that you were going to ask me to move out after graduation.”

Silas snorts loudly. “Fuck that. I wasn’t. Not ever.”

“Oh,” I say, blinking rapidly. “Well, that’s a relief.”

“It is. I just figured I’d keep you.”

My heart stutters in my chest.

“Keep me?”

“Yes. Keep you.”

I nod and then lean up, kissing him softly. “I think I’d like that.”