Chapter 17 Silas
Silas
She leaned back, pressing her spine fully into my chest, and immediately I felt it — warmth, weight, danger. My fingers hovered over the keys as though I could somehow type my way out of the sensation.
“You know,” she murmured, voice soft, teasing, “you look ridiculously hot when you’re flustered.”
I swallowed hard. “I—”
“Shhh,” she interrupted, fingers brushing my forearm like a spark. “Don’t answer. I enjoy watching you.”
My pulse jumped. I could feel her breath, light and teasing, against my ear. “I… I’m not—”
“You are,” she whispered, a wicked little laugh vibrating through me. “You are so flustered. Look at you. Hands all tense, lips tight… god, it’s adorable.”
I clenched my jaw, fingers twitching on the typewriter. “Adorable?” I rasped.
“Mm-hmm.” Her head tilted, hair brushing my cheek. “Absolutely. You can’t even pretend around me, can you?”
I swallowed hard. “I—”
“Hush,” she interrupted, a low laugh vibrating against my chest. “Don’t talk. The little noises you make are borderline addicting, hotshot.”
My pulse spiked. My fingers twitched. “Little… noises?” I rasped, fighting the urge to jerk away and curse the world for how impossible she was. Fighting to regain my composure while she wriggled on top of me.
“You heard me,” she whispered, playful and daring. Her head tilted, hair brushing my cheek. In an instant, her hips were rocking backward, just a touch, catching against my cock.
I watched as her eyes fluttered closed on a little moan, the sly grin never once falling from her lips. Impulse overtook reason… my mouth brushed the side of her neck — once.
Twice.
Three times, settling over her pulse point. With a hint of teeth, I sucked gently on the sensitive skin, feeding off of the way she wriggled against me.
She inhaled sharply, a small laugh vibrating through her, teasing and mischievous. “Mm,” she murmured, voice low, playful. “Careful there.”
For what felt like the longest time, I let her have her fun — all pink hair and pointed smiles. But when she looked up at me like that, I forgot to be careful. “I think you like getting reactions out of me,” I whispered. “You should know, you menace, it goes both ways.”
Her breath caught; I felt it where our bodies were still twined. The air shifted, smaller somehow. She didn’t pull back — just waited, daring me to prove it.
So I did what I always swore I wouldn’t: I let myself want. I turned my head slightly, close enough that her hair brushed my jaw, close enough to see the pulse at her throat flutter once, twice. “Colette,” I murmured, not as a warning this time but as a confession.
She tilted her chin, eyes closing for half a heartbeat, and that was all it took for the last thread of my composure to fray. Her name still hung between us when she turned her head, slow, uncertain, and I could smell her shampoo — something light and sweet that made my pulse jump.
Every instinct I had was fighting itself. I should’ve moved. I should’ve created space. Instead I stayed there, every nerve tuned to the places where we touched.
For once… she didn’t have to say anything; the question was already in the air, trembling between breaths. I let my hand fall to her waist, barely there, the weight of it enough to feel her tense, then melt.
For a moment, everything stopped — the wind outside, the ticking of the stove, even my own sense of reason. There was just her heartbeat against my palm and the sharp, impossible knowledge that if I leaned in any closer, there’d be no coming back from it.
And then she whispered my name. Soft, unguarded.
That was all it took.
I would like to say that I’m unsure of what came over me. That I was a man possessed when I acted next.
But that would have been a lie.
Because I was fully, irrevocably in control of my actions when I slipped my hand from the safety of her waist.
And landed on the soft skin of her thigh, just… resting there. Just past where my sweater stopped. Colette's breath hitched as my hand paused, skin warm and smooth beneath my palm. I could feel the tension coiling in her muscles, the way she held herself perfectly still, daring me to move further.
Slowly, deliberately, I dragged my fingers upward. Just a little. Just enough to make the fabric of the sweater ride up. Her breath caught in her throat, a soft whimper escaping her lips. “Silas…” she breathed, a warning and an invitation all at once.
Her hips shifted minutely, pressing back against me.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I spoke. “Yes, Colette?” My hand continued its lazy exploration, tracing patterns on her thigh.
Higher and higher.
She swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly when she spoke again. “Make up your damned mind, Reed.”
I chuckled low in my throat; the sound vibrating against her skin. “As you wish.” My hand slid beneath the hem of the sweater, fingers dancing along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Her breath hitched, her legs parting instinctively to grant me better access.
I took my time, teasing her with feather-light touches and slow, deliberate caresses.
Building the tension until she was squirming in my lap, her hips rolled forward in search of friction.
Only then did I finally cup her through her flimsy underwear, feeling the heat and dampness that betrayed her arousal.
“Ah, fuck it,” I growled, yanking the crotch of her panties aside. Her pussy was drenched, slick folds parting easily under my fingers. I didn't tease anymore — I plunged two fingers straight into her tight heat, feeling her walls clench around me like a vice.
She cried out, head lolling back against my shoulder, exposing her throat. I latched onto it, sucking hard enough to leave a mark while I pumped my fingers in and out, fast and relentless.
“Already so wet for me,” I murmured approvingly, pressing the heel of my hand against her core. She moaned softly, grinding against me shamelessly. “Greedy girl.”
“Really flipped a switch there, didn’t you?” She whispered, fingers curling into my biceps. “Decided to—”
I didn’t let her finish the thought as I spread her core, pressing the tip of my thumb against her swollen clit.
Her words died on a sharp gasp as I touched her, her body arching into my hand.
She cried out, nails digging into my arm.
I circled her clit slowly, teasingly, feeling it swell beneath my touch.
“God, you're so fucking wet,” I rasped, my free hand pinning her hip down to keep her from bucking too wildly.
Her juices coated my hand, dripping down my wrist as I curled my fingers inside her, hitting the spot that made her scream.
My thumb found her clit, swollen and throbbing, and I rubbed it in brutal circles, pressing down until her whole body tensed.
“That's it,” I murmured against her neck, nipping at the skin. “Let me hear you,” pumping my fingers in and out at a steady pace. Her inner walls clamped down around me, so tight and wet.
Colette's hips moved in time with my thrusts, riding my fingers desperately.
“More,” she panted, head thrown back against my shoulder.
“Give me more, Reed.” I obliged, curling my fingers to hit that spot deep inside.
My thumb pressed harder on her clit, rubbing fast circles.
The flimsy chair creaked beneath us as I fucked her with my hand, relentlessly and thoroughly.
My free hand slid up her torso, pushing her sweater out of the way to expose her breasts. I palmed one, squeezing gently before pinching her nipple between my fingers. Colette cried out, her sweet cunt clamping down on my fingers as I continued to pump them in and out of her.
“Oh god,” she moaned, grinding herself against my hand shamelessly. I twisted her nipple, enjoying the jolt of pleasure-pain that wracked through her. At the same time, I curled my fingers inside her, making her legs shake.
“That's it,” I growled against her neck, biting down on the tender skin.
“Come on, Silas,” she panted, her voice dripping with bratiness even as her body betrayed her. “That can’t be all you’ve got.” She clenched around my fingers, daring me to give her more. “You're going to have to do better than that if you want me to scream your name.”
I growled, biting down on her neck as I thrust my fingers into her faster, deeper. My other hand tweaked and pulled at her nipple mercilessly. “Take it back,” I demanded, my voice rough with desire. “Tell me how good I'm making you feel.”
“No.”
I tugged my fingers out of her quickly. Her hips jutted upwards with the motion, chasing my hand. “Ah, ah,” I mused, licking one finger clean at an obscenely slow pace. “Not until I hear you.”
She whimpered, her hips bucking wildly against my thigh, searching for friction. “Fuck… you… Silas…” she gasped out, the brat falling away as pleasure consumed her. “Please… more…”
“That's right, Colette,” I murmured against her neck, my fingers returning to her core with a relentless pace. “You're so fucking tight, so wet…” I curled my fingers, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. “He never knew how to touch you, how to make you scream, did he?”
I twisted her nipple harder, sending a shock of pleasure through her. “But I do. I know exactly what you need.” My thumb pressed down on her clit, rubbing firm circles as I fucked her with my fingers. “You're mine, Colette. Your body, your pleasure… it's all mine to claim.”
Colette writhed in my lap, her hips bucking against my hand as I finger-fucked her mercilessly.
“Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into my forearm.
“Fuck… just like that…” Her head fell back against my shoulder, exposing the long line of her throat.
I took advantage, biting at the delicate skin as I plunged my fingers deeper into her soaked pussy.
“That's it, baby,” I growled, feeling her inner walls flutter around me. “Ride my hand. Take what you need.” My thumb circled her clit faster, pressing down hard as I curled my fingers inside her. “Come for me, Colette. Show me how much better I make you feel than your idiot ex-fiancé ever could.”
A delicious, breathy moan passed through her lips as her head fell back on my shoulder. “How’s this for control, Colette?” I nipped at her earlobe. “Controlling your pleasure. Controlling your climax. Could he do that?”
Her body tensed, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her. “Silas!” she screamed, her pussy clamping down on my fingers like a vice as she came undone in my lap. I continued to thrust into her, drawing out her pleasure until she was a shuddering, whimpering mess.
“That's it,” I murmured, pressing kisses along her jawline as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.
“Come for me, Colette. Let me feel you fall apart.” Her hips jerked erratically, milking my fingers as she came harder than she ever had with him.
I knew it. I could see it in the way she clung to me, in the desperate neediness of her cries.
“Good girl,” I praised softly, gentling my touch as she came down from her high."You're so beautiful when you come apart for me."
I slowly withdrew my fingers from Colette's still-quivering pussy, bringing them to my lips and sucking her off of them.
“Delicious,” I murmured, savoring the taste of her.
“But I'm not nearly done with you yet.” With a sudden movement, I stood up, lifting her with me and turning to sit back down with her straddling my lap.
My hard cock pressed against her core through our clothes, a promise of what was to come.
“Now,” I said, gripping her hips and grinding her down onto me, “let's see how many more times I can make you scream my name tonight.”