Chapter 15
SILAS
“You do understand that all my drives are heightened?” I say as I pull the fresh sheet over the bed. “That my refractory period is basically a blink and a smile?”
Oakley made me change the sheets while naked and hasn’t touched me this entire time.
“Your hole is still recovering,” he notes.
Sweet, but inaccurate.
I flop face down on the bed and reach back, spreading my cheeks. “I also physically recover faster than most people.”
Not as fast as Edison, but fast.
He puts his hands over mine, spreading my cheeks even wider, closely examining me.
“Interesting.”
I look back over my shoulder. “Interesting how?”
“I just wonder if we are monogamous or if I should treat some of my large-dicked friends to such an efficient asshole?”
My natural growl, low in my chest like a predatory purr, brings a smile to his face.
“You sound inhuman.”
“And you sound like a man who thinks he can’t keep up.”
His grin widens. “You would brat a man who enjoys edging? Bold tactic, Cotton.”
One of the things the Wildlings did when they brought me into the fold was share all their jokes. Favorite movies. Fun anecdotes. So if they were speaking in a sort of code, referring to something that only they knew about, I was always in on the joke.
Thinking back, that had been Oakley’s doing. From the very beginning.
And the Wildlings all love the movie Dodgeball.
Getting hit with some variation of the Cotton line is weirdly emotional for me.
“Well then. Let’s see if that backfires.”
Oakley chuckles, spreading the sheet and comforter over me before diving in with me and pulling our naked bodies together, my back to his furry chest. He nuzzles into the back of my neck, sucks on my earlobe, hitches a heavy leg over mine.
“Nap first, edging later,” he says, sleepy and warm.
Bastard.
It works though. Seconds later, I drop into a deep sleep.
I wake up, however long later, to Oakley softly snoring into my ear as his large hand cups my balls and cock. I wouldn’t have guessed that I’d like it as much as I do.
He shifts behind me, his hand automatically stretching my soft cock.
“You can say no to anything.”
“I won’t.”
“Good answer.”
With a grunt, he pushes me face down on the bed, half covering me with his gloriously heavy body as he reaches across for… Ah, lube.
Without any preamble, rough, slick fingers give me a cursory preparation before he’s fully lying on top of me, pushing into me. The stretch is painful, therapeutic. He hasn’t asked a single question, just rolled over and fucked into me with lazy, deep thrusts.
I’m his to use as he pleases, and it pleases me for him to use me like this.
Unlike earlier, there’s no teasing, no edging. I’m a sex doll, a receptacle. Within minutes, his cum dump, just like I asked. He reaches over and grabs the towel from before, setting it under my hips before pulling out.
Spreading my cheeks, watching the cum drip out and slide down my balls onto the towel, he flips me and swallows me to the root, not once asking for my feedback or opinion on anything.
It relaxes something deep inside me.
In an embarrassingly short time, I’m shouting, coming down his throat. He’s swallowing, swallowing. Suddenly, I’m flipped to my belly again, cheeks parted, like he needs one last look.
I’ve got his cum all over my undercarriage again.
“Stay here.”
I settle in, rubbing my cock against the towel, already plumping again.
Seconds later, he’s wiping me down with a steaming-hot washcloth, followed by a very thorough exploration with his tongue. Then his thumb is in my asshole, my balls in his mouth one at a time, then both. Light sucks followed by sharp sucks. Two thumbs.
I’m hard as a rock. I go to adjust, and he clucks his tongue at me.
“Clasp your hands behind your back.”
I do as I’m told, enjoying the stretch across my chest and shoulders and the way my cock is awkwardly smushed under my weight.
He abandons my body as he reaches over and digs around in the drawer by my bed.
“Close your eyes, honey.”
I’ve never been one for endearments, but coming from Oakley…I like it.
I close my eyes. The snick of the bottle of lube being opened. My hole, prepared again. A familiar dildo inserted.
Low buzzing becomes medium buzzing becomes an electric fucking cattle prod against my prostate. I come, hands-free, soaking the towel below me.
“Can you keep your hands where they are? Or do you need a break?” he asks.
This is where bragging about my nonexistent refractory period is going to bite me in the ass.
“I’m fine.”
“Still good with your eyes closed?”
I shake my ass at him.
“Good enough for me,” he murmurs.
Once again, I’m wiped clean like a baby.
He reaches below me and finally adjusts my cock under my belly.
His strong hands glide up my back and down to my ass.
He grabs my modest butt, spreading my cheeks obscenely wide, murmuring about the pretty dildo.
Tonguing my stretched hole. Flipping me over like a pancake.
I jerk at the chilly buzzing at my nipple.
I recognize that. I have a collection of metal sounds that vibrate.
“I’ve always wanted to try one of these,” he murmurs as he moves the buzzing sound over my other nipple.
“Open your mouth.”
The bed moves and shakes as he repositions, his heavy knees flanking my head. The smell of musk and then his thick cock pushing past my lips.
Mm.
I suck on him, wishing I could capture the feeling of his weight on top of me, carry it around, pull it out whenever I get anxious.
As he fucks my mouth, he leans forward, and once again, my dick is engulfed in the wet heat of his mouth. I’m disoriented and floating. Just a few quick sucks, enough to get me back to full hardness.
Lube, right at the tip, and I know what’s coming.
Pressure at my slit, more painful, perfect stretching as he slides the thick metal rod down deep inside me—oof, he’s using one of the thicker ones—reaching my prostate.
He moans as I suck him in deeper, hands a bit shaky as he plays, pulling the sound out and pushing it back in again.
And then again buzzing. Lighting me up from the inside.
His thick cock forcing its way into my mouth, the vibrating metal sound pushed all the way deep down inside my cock, sandwiching my poor prostate between it and the dildo still in my ass.
The orgasm hits like a thunderclap, no warning.
Cum rockets to the surface, pushing the sound up and out. Fuck, that hurts.
The pain makes me come that much harder.
My moans are cut off when his cum floods my mouth. Turning me out turns him on. Another glug of cum from my cock.
Fucking hell.
Murdering a bad guy would be, I suppose, the equivalent of a postcoital cigarette right now. A delicious, perfect ending, but not necessary.
Good to know.
As I’m floating in the feel-good hormones, my front door bangs open in the distance. My eyes fly open, and I grab the stiletto Velcroed to the back of my headboard.
“Cupcake’s home!” Rami calls out.
Oakley’s jaw drops as I replace the stiletto and hold my finger up to my mouth. He presses his lips together, amusement sparkling in his eyes.
“What do we do?” I whisper, desperate.
“It’ll be okay,” Oakley murmurs. He goes in for a kiss, muffling my shout as he pulls out the dildo.
I’m so stretched and perfect, and it’s unfair that I can’t revel in it with him. I climb out of the bed and turn to look at him.
Oak’s hair is a mess, his face flushed with sex, his muscly arms and broad, furred chest, his soft belly…surrounded by sex toys and lube…
He is the very picture of strength and indulgence.
Bacchus with a gym membership.
I could get lost in him.
“Sy? You here?”
Shit. I whimper. Oakley, clocking my distraction, smiles broadly.
“Shut up,” I mutter, grabbing my robe from the back of the door. Slipping into the living room, I’m careful to shut the door before Rami can see inside my bedroom. Rami’s turned on the salt lamps, and they feel too bright.
Also, my robe is a very thin silk. Between my sore cock, stretched hole, and post sex shakiness, there’s not enough fabric between Rahm and me.
My face heats, and I stand there awkwardly as Rami and Cupcake look at me, each with a matching head tilt.
Within seconds, Rami’s eyes widen and his brows hit his hairline. “Oh shit. Sy… Do you have company?”
“Uh…”
A loud bang from the bedroom sets Cupcake on edge. Her ears perk up, and she races to the door, growling at it.
“Cupcake, free.”
Another bang is followed by a curse. She starts barking her head off, scratching at the door like she intends to get to the other side of it.
“Cupcake. Free.”
She gives me a bitten-off howl before she finally sits. I send Mav a tight smile, trying to hide the fact that I feel exposed and kinda terrified.
“That sounded like…” He runs a hand through his hair, shaking out his pretty coils. “Nah.”
He angles his ear toward the door as if he’s replaying what he heard.
“Nah,” he repeats.
Shit.
I hold up a finger and slip back into the bedroom.
Oakley’s facing away from me, hopping on one foot, his furry ass on display.
I bite my lip as he turns around.
“Shut up,” he mutters.
“Are you okay?” I ask, holding back a laugh.
“I will be,” he whispers, gingerly setting down his foot. “Sorry about the noise. I was going to the bathroom and tripped on the dildo, then got up and stubbed my toe.”
His big toe looks a little red, and I kneel in front of him. This puts my face near his spent cock, soft and fat, lying on his heavy balls like a present.
“Poor baby. Do you think you broke your toe?”
He narrows his eyes and puts his hands on his waist. “It’s fine. Stop staring at my cock.”
I look up at him, doing my best to give him sweet black eyes. It’s difficult, though, from this perspective. He looks absolutely, deliciously, beautifully enormous.
Letting out a frustrated breath, he palms the back of my head. I nuzzle his cock, kissing it. Sucking a bit of the loose skin into my mouth. Enjoying the remnants of his cum on my tongue.
“Rami is just on the other side of that door,” he grits out…while rolling his hips.
I pull off. Reluctantly.
“I’m pretty sure he’s already figured out you’re in here.”
“Y’all aren’t really having sex in there while I’m in the living room, are you?” Rami calls out.
I bite my lower lip. Oakley sends me a warning glare. I open my mouth, and he grumbles…while pressing his cock to my lips. I grin and take his entire not-so-soft cock into my mouth.
“I don’t have another quick one in me,” he warns under his breath.
I nurse for a few seconds, then pull away, sucking and slow. “I just wanted a taste.”
I was going for innocent, but it’s hard for me to judge these things. I don’t think I sound innocent at all.
He shakes his head, turning away from me to grab his pants and put them on, leaving the underwear on the floor. He spins in place, grabs his shirt, and pulls it over his head.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m not going to insult Rami’s intelligence.” He pauses, helping me to my feet. “Unless you want to act like this didn’t happen…”
I shake my head. “I want to go to the roof right now with a megaphone.”
I hope that was okay to say.
Oakley growls and pulls me in for a hard kiss then goes to the bedroom door. No hesitation. No shame about being with me.
Oh. This feels really good.
Oakley slowly opens the door and pokes his head out. “Hey, Rahm.”
“Oh my God,” Rami says, his voice weirdly robotic. “I am so shocked.”
Confused, I open the door the rest of the way. “Wait. Why are you shocked?”
Rami doesn’t look shocked. In fact, he looks like he’s trying not to laugh.
“Sorry. That was sarcasm. You’ve liked Oakley for a really long time, and you look so happy.”
Sarcasm isn’t my strong suit, but the Wildlings have always been willing to explain what they mean to me.
Also, the fact that Rami is happy makes me happy.
“I am.”
“Then I’m thrilled,” he says, his smile sincere. “Though…I take it we’re keeping this between us?”
I freeze up. We’ve had too many secrets in this family, but this feels too new to bring in the entire Wildling crew. I know I told Oakley I wanted to scream it from the rooftop, but I also want to keep this for me. For us. Protect it.
I look to Oakley for his reaction.
“We’ll keep this close to the vest for now,” Oakley says, his voice steady. “But not for long.”
“Really?” I ask, searching his expression.
He looks down at me and pulls me into a hug. “Really. Of all the secrets in this family, us being together will not be one of them.” He turns to Rami. “We need a bit more time to make sure we’re both on the same page, but then we’ll tell everyone.”
“I think that’s a great plan, cousin.”
Rami’s smile broadens and he brings us together in an effusive hug, even though I’m pretty sure we smell like sex and lube.
I smile, and Rami’s eyes get a little misty.
“You two are so fucking cute.” He looks between the two of us and taps his nose. “Want me to hang on to Cupcake for a little bit longer?”
I look down at the floor, but Oakley wraps his arm around my waist. “That would be fantastic, thank you.”