Chapter 15 Ash
Ash
“You were so amazing!” I gushed, pulling open the door to our room. “Seriously! I don’t know anything about football, but even I could tell that was something incredible that you pulled off!”
Silver followed me into the room, shutting the door behind him with his foot. His eyes were still bright with adrenaline, his white hair mussed from his helmet, and there was dirt smudged across his purple cheek. He looked absolutely perfect.
“You think so?” he asked, that devastating smile spreading across his face as he moved closer to me. “Because all I could think about during that last play was you watching me.”
My heart hammered in my chest. “Silver...”
“I saw you,” he continued, backing me toward the bed. “Standing there in my jersey, cheering for me. Do you have any idea how incredible that felt?”
“Probably not as incredible as winning the game,” I managed, though my voice came out breathless.
He shook his head, his hands finding my waist. “Wrong. Having you there, wearing my number, watching me play... that was better than any touchdown.”
I looked down at the bracers on my wrists, at the shadows that were still swirling more actively than they should be. “I lost control out there when you kissed me. In front of everyone. The bracers didn’t keep it all back.”
“I don’t care,” Silver said firmly, tilting my chin up so I had to meet his eyes. “Did you hear me? I don’t care who saw. I wanted them to see.”
“You’re not worried people will judge you for being with a shadow witch?”
“Why would I care?” Silver shrugged. “You’re what matters to me Ash, not what they think.”
I moved a little closer. “You mean that?”
“More than anything.”
I felt my breath catch at the sincerity in his voice, at the way his silver eyes held mine with such intensity. My shadows responded to the emotion thrumming through me, reaching toward him despite the bracers’ attempts to contain them.
“Then kiss me again,” I whispered.
He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips captured mine in a kiss that was somehow both gentle and desperate.
My hands found their way to his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his jersey, still damp with sweat from the game.
He tasted like victory and adrenaline, and I couldn’t get enough.
Silver’s hands slid under my borrowed jersey—his jersey—his warm palms against my skin making me gasp into his mouth.
“Been wanting to get you out of this all night,” he murmured against my lips, his fingers playing with the hem. “Though I have to admit, you look damn good wearing my number.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “Silver...”
“What?” He pulled back just enough to look at me, his expression playful. “It’s true. Every time I looked up at the stands and saw you in my jersey, it did things to me.”
“What kind of things?” I asked, surprising myself with my boldness.
His grin turned wicked. “The kind of things that made it very difficult to focus on football.”
Before I could respond, he was kissing me again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my knees weak. My back hit the edge of the bed and I sat down heavily, Silver following me down without breaking the kiss.
His weight pressed me into the mattress, solid and real and perfect. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to eliminate every inch of space between us. My shadows surged in response to my desire, wrapping around us both like a cocoon.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” I whispered, unable to hold it back any longer. “The way you feel, the way you smell… I just can’t ever stop thinking about you.”
Silver moaned happily against my skin before he broke the kiss to trail his lips down my jaw to my neck. I couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped me. His teeth grazed my pulse point, making my hips buck up involuntarily.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his white hair. “That feels...”
“Good?” he supplied, his voice rough against my skin. “Because I can keep going if you want.”
“Please,” I managed, not even caring how desperate I sounded.
He pulled back just long enough to strip off his jersey, revealing his purple skin and the defined muscles of his chest and abs. My mouth went dry at the sight. I’d seen him shirtless before, but it never stopped affecting me.
“Your turn,” he said, his hands moving to the hem of my jersey.
I lifted my arms, letting him pull it over my head. The bracers made the motion awkward, but Silver was patient, carefully working the fabric over the obsidian bands. Once the jersey was off, his eyes roamed over my exposed chest with such hunger that it made me shudder with anticipation.
“You’re so beautiful,” Silver murmured, his hands trailing down my sides. “Every part of you.”
I wanted to protest, to tell him he was being ridiculous, but the look in his eyes stopped me. He meant it. He really, truly meant it.
“Can I keep going?” he asked, his fingers hovering at the button of my jeans.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. My heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest. This was happening. We were really doing this. Again. But I couldn’t wait anymore, couldn’t resist him again.
Silver made quick work of my jeans, sliding them down my legs along with my boxers. The cool air hit my heated cock, making me shiver. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but the way Silver looked at me chased away most of my insecurity.
He stood long enough to strip off his own pants, and I couldn’t help but stare.
His cock was already hard, thick and flushed darker than the rest of him, the pink head glistening with pre-cum.
I remembered the feel of it against mine in the locker room, the way his hand had felt stroking us together.
“See something you like?” he teased, catching me staring.
“Yeah,” I admitted, my voice coming out rough. “I really do.”
He climbed back onto the bed, settling between my legs. His hands ran up my thighs, spreading them wider, and I felt my face burn at how exposed I was. But Silver seemed to appreciate the view, his eyes dark with lust as they roamed over every inch of me.
“I want to make you feel good,” he said, his voice dropping to that low register that made my stomach flip. “Can I?”
I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but I nodded anyway. “Yes. Anything you want.”
His grin turned positively sinful. “Anything? That’s a dangerous word, baby.”
Before I could respond, he was kissing his way down my chest, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He paused at my nipples, sucking each one until I was squirming beneath him, my hands fisted in the sheets.
“Silver,” I gasped, my hips rolling up seeking friction. “Oh fuck…”
“Don’t worry baby,” he murmured against my skin, continuing his journey downward. “I’m gonna take good care of you.” He kissed across my stomach, down to my hip bones, everywhere except where I desperately wanted him.
When his hot breath ghosted over my aching cock, I nearly cried out. My shadows went wild, darkening the entire room until only Silver’s glowing eyes were visible.
“Relax,” he soothed, his hands stroking my thighs. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
Then his mouth was on me, and I forgot how to breathe. The wet heat of his tongue, the gentle suction, the way he took me deeper… it was overwhelming in the best possible way. My back arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping my throat.
I’d never felt anything so good in my life. The wet heat of Silver’s mouth, the gentle suction, the way his tongue swirled around my cock head—it was almost too much. My hands flew to his hair, tangling in those soft white strands as I tried desperately not to thrust up into his mouth.
“Silver,” I gasped, my voice barely recognizable. “I’m not going to last if you keep—oh fuck!”
He pulled off with a loud pop, his silver eyes meeting mine in the darkness created by my shadows. “That’s okay,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to taste you.”
Before I could process what that meant, his mouth was on me again, taking me even deeper this time. The sensation was incredible, overwhelming. I felt the pressure building in my balls, heat coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.
“I’m close,” I managed to warn him, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Silver, I’m—”
He hummed around me, the vibration sending me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me like a wave, pleasure so intense it whited out my vision. My shadows exploded outward, filling every corner of the room, and I distantly heard something crash to the floor and shatter.
Silver worked me through it, swallowing every drop of my cum until I was trembling and oversensitive. When he finally pulled off, his lips were swollen and glistening, and he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
“You okay?” he asked, crawling back up my body to kiss me softly. I could taste myself on his tongue, which should have been weird but somehow wasn’t.
“Yeah,” I breathed, still trying to catch my breath. “That was... incredible.”
“Good,” he grinned, nuzzling against my neck. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
My cock, which had barely started to soften, twitched with interest at his words. “What did you have in mind?”
Instead of answering, Silver reached over to his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube I hadn’t noticed before. My heart rate kicked up again as I realized what he was suggesting.
“I want to fuck you,” he said bluntly, his eyes searching mine. “If you want that too. We can take it slow, and if you want to stop at any point, just say the word.”
I swallowed hard, nerves and anticipation warring in my chest. This would be another first for me, another experience I’d never shared with anyone else. But looking at Silver, at the genuine care and desire in his expression, I knew I wanted this. Wanted him. How could I not?
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want that.”
His smile was radiant. “Thank you for trusting me.”