Chapter 22
22
CASH
Taking the elevator down to the lobby, I patted my back pocket, only to realize I’d left my wallet in my duffle in the hotel room. I jabbed the call button on the elevator, and the doors opened immediately. I stepped inside to head back up to my floor.
As soon as I got to the room, I swiped the keycard and pushed the door open, stepping inside without thinking.
Silas was on the bed, his bare legs stretched out, and his sweatpants kicked down near his ankles. His hand was wrapped around his dick, and his head was tipped back against the pillow as he ran his fist up and down.
I froze.
His eyes flickered open when the door shut behind me. Instead of panicking, instead of scrambling to cover himself or cussing me out, he just stared. His hand had stopped moving, but he didn’t release his grip.
I should’ve looked away. Should’ve apologized, grabbed my wallet, and left .
But I didn’t.
I stood there as something unspoken stretched between us as we continued to stare at each other.
Silas’s fingers flexed around himself, just barely, like he was testing me to see what I’d do. His gaze shifted down my body, then back up. “You just gonna stand there?”
I swallowed. “I ah … didn’t mean to interrupt.”
His mouth twitched as though he was fighting a smirk. “Doesn’t seem like you mind what you’re seeing.”
“You’re the one still …” I gestured toward him where his hand was still fisting his cock.
He finally smirked. “Does it bother you?”
I should’ve lied. Should’ve pretended I didn’t want to watch what he was doing. Should’ve remembered he was my client. Should’ve remembered he was my ex’s brother. Instead, I slowly shook my head.
“Ya know,” he said, shifting to stretch back against the pillows, “you don’t have to leave.”
“What?” I breathed.
He shrugged, all casual, like he hadn’t just thrown a grenade into the room. “If you wanna stay, no pressure or anything. Just figured … might as well make it fair.”
My throat went dry. “Fair?”
Silas grinned. “I mean, you got a free show. Seems only right if you return the favor.”
The room felt ten degrees hotter.
“You’re fucking with me,” I muttered, forcing a laugh, but my voice wasn’t as steady as I wanted it to be.
“Am I?” His hazel eyes flashed with something that made my stomach tighten. “C’mon, Cash. No big deal, right? Just two guys getting off. Not like it’s sex.”
This was insane. Completely insane. But the worst part? I wasn’t immediately shutting it down.
He arched an eyebrow, waiting. Daring me.
And before I could think better of it, I stepped toward my bed and sat on the edge.
I hesitated for a moment and then slipped the button on my jeans free.
“Didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he mused, dragging a hand through his hair.
I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “You really don’t give a shit, do you?”
Silas huffed a quiet laugh. “Why should I? It’s just a body. Just a little tension to work out. Nothing weird about it.”
Nothing weird. Right.
He watched me as I sat still, facing him. “You ever done that with someone else in the room?”
I scoffed, shaking my head. “No. Have you?”
He grinned. “No, but there’s a first time for everything.”
He wasn’t touching himself anymore, but the way he was sprawled across the pillows, his fingers lazily tracing patterns over his stomach, made my mouth water. He wasn’t making my decision easy.
I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze down to my hands. I tried to ignore how aware I was of every inch of my own body. How my erection was begging to be set free from behind the zipper of my jeans.
I hesitated, then, before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned back against the pillows.
“Relax,” Silas coaxed. “It’s just us.”
Just us.
That shouldn’t have made my stomach flip the way it did.
Slowly, my hand slid down, fingers brushing against the waistband of my boxers. He watched me from his bed, and for the first time, I wondered if this wasn’t just about teasing. If maybe, just maybe, he was as caught up in this as I was.
As I unzipped my jeans and got them and my boxers down around my ankles, I let out a slow breath and kept telling myself that he was right; it wasn’t weird and it wasn’t sex, just two straight men who shared a room and who were together almost every waking hour who needed to get off.
I wouldn’t have to look at him. I could grab my phone that was on the verge of dying and pull up porn and watch that. I could pretend he wasn’t there, and I wouldn’t have to look over and watch Silas come.
But I wanted to.
And as I gripped my dick, I glanced over to see him looking at me. We locked eyes, both of us slowly running our hands up and down our shafts, almost in sync with each other.
Nothing more was said as we worked our cocks, our gazes moving from our shafts to each other’s eyes and back down. I watched as his breathing became labored and the sound of pre-cum slicking our dicks beneath our hands filled the otherwise quiet room.
I was so hard and jerking myself felt so good. So fucking good. So good that it was on the tip of my tongue to invite him to sit next to me so we could jack each other off.
As I watched him get closer to coming, I wanted to know what he would feel like in my palm. How heavy his dick was, and I thought about how my one-time fantasy of him taking me into his mouth could be closer than ever.
When I’d pictured him masturbating to porn a few days ago, I thought that would be the extent of thinking about him pleasuring himself. But there we were, so fucking close I could almost touch him if we both scooted to the edges of our beds.
And I wanted to touch him.
Wanted to run my hand up and down his hard length while he did the same to me. Wanted to cup his balls and feel them in my hand as I massaged them. Wanted to spread his pre-cum all over his dick so I could pump him easier.
Before I realized it, I was jerking faster and so was he.
Our eyes locked again, and he groaned, “Fuck.”
I groaned too, my hand sliding up and down in time with his.
“You gonna come?” I asked, licking my lips.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.”
Seconds later, both of us shot our cum all over ourselves. We laid there for a bit, our sticky jizz drying on our skin until finally he cleared his throat.
“I’m gonna jump in the shower.”
I nodded. “Okay. I still need to buy a new charger.”
He lifted a brow. “Why’d you come back so soon?”
I blew out a breath. “Forgot my wallet.”