12. Silas
Silas
Kissing Jack feels like breathing for the first time, a sudden rush of warmth wrapping around my ribs, bright and alive, something I never want to let go of for the rest of my life.
Jack is the light of my life, the world I never knew how to open myself to, and the heavy ache in my chest vanishes the second I’m near him. Jack taught me how to live again.
I breathe him in as I kiss him, skin to skin, chest to chest. Jack’s cock twitches against mine, and I grow hard as steel, grinding down onto him.
Kissing my way down his body, my lips find his left nipple.
I suck hard, pulling a loud moan from him, feeling the vibrations under my lips before I shift to the right, giving it the same attention.
Jack’s body writhes, and I nip at the peak.
He yelps at the bite, but a hot strip of my spit chases the sting, and I blow a cool breath over it, watching it pebble against his skin.
Moving lower, my tongue maps every valley until I stop at his waistband. I look up, my eyes hooded as I take him in. His cock presses against my chin, still trapped in the material, and as I watch him,his head thrown back, throat bared to me, fingers clenching tight into the bed sheets, I smile.
“Dove?” I murmur against his skin, feeling him tremble. “Baby?”
“Touch me, Sol. Please,” he whispers.
My heart lights up at his nickname for me.
“You keep calling me Sol. I love it, but I’ve always wondered? What does it mean to you?”
Jack sits, forcing me back. “My mother. She was from Iceland. She taught me about the old Norse myths. It means Sun. Sol was a goddess, rode a chariot across the sky; she’s the shield of the sky.
” He looks away, removing his eyes from me.
I want them back, so I take his chin and lift his head, his eyes meeting mine again.
Smiling softly, I lean in. “That’s better.” I kiss him gently, my tongue sliding into his mouth to taste him, before I pull back. “I love it.”
He rises up to meet me, my lips trailing along his cheek to his ear, nipping at the lobe. His voice vibrates right against my skin, sending goosebumps down my spine. “I want you to fuck me, Silas. Now.”
He drops back onto the bed, and I hop off, making short work of our pants, kicking them into the dark. Grabbing the lube from the bedside drawer, I climb back over him, straddling his hips.
My eyes lock on his as I pop the cap. I watch his throat swallow deeply, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and a rush of heat rips through my spine; sharp, electric, and hot.
My fingers wrap around his dick, giving it a slow, teasing pull.
Jack throws his head back. I slide down his body until my lips hover over the tip of his dick.
His eyes are shut, head swaying, mouth open and swollen with spit.
His chest heaves, and when I nip at his inner thigh, a low moan fills the room.
I catch the other thigh between my teeth, feeling the muscle jump beneath my lips.
“So fucking hot, baby. So perfect for me.”
I kiss each leg, bypassing this cock bouncing against his abs. Reaching up, the tip of my tongue laps through the pool of pre-cum gathered on his stomach, his taste flooding my mouth.
“God, you taste like heaven, dove.”
He whimpers, his hips thrusting up as I sink lower, wrapping my mouth around the head of his dick.
My arm lies heavy across his stomach, my other hand anchoring his hip as I take him deep into my throat.
Spit mixes with pre-cum, and I glide back up, flicking my tongue across his slit before taking him into my mouth again.
His cock hits the back of my throat. I slide my hand around his ass cheek, pressing a finger to his tight rim. My sounds grow rough as I suck hard, milking him with each pull.
I circle his entrance with one finger, then slide a second alongside it. I pull back from his tip, growling, “You’re going to take two, baby,” as I push both fingers past the first ring of muscle.
He sucks in a sharp breath, then the moan he drags out is long, thick with pleasure and a ghost of pain.
“Such a good boy, taking my fingers. Your pussy is doing so fucking well, Jack. So fucking well.”
I pull my fingers out to the tips and slide them right back in, scissoring them as I hunt for his button, his spot.
Finding the sensitive bundle of nerves, I stroke it with my middle finger while my lips swallow his length again.
The second my mouth touches him, Jack’s back arches, a ragged scream rattling the walls.
I push him firmly back onto the bed, my arm draped across his hips holding him in place. “Mmm, my good little boy. So fucking hot.” My voice drops into a gravelly purr. His raw reaction nearly makes me come right there. “Fuck, Jack. Scream for me, baby. Scream for…”
His cry breaks, cracked and high. His body shakes so hard I struggle to keep my hand planted on his hip. I stroke his spot again, and again.
My lips brush his cock, and I nip it lightly, “Doing so well, dove. So fucking well. I want to drag you onto my cock, slam into you until you’re screaming my name beneath me. Fill you.”
I bite into his thigh while slipping in a third finger, followed instantly by a fourth, biting his other leg as I stretch him wide, knowing that if I pushed just a little further, my hand would be inside him. Fuck, what a thought.
I glance up. Jack is floating in that fragile, shattered space only I get to send him to. He is mine to play with, mine to break and rebuild.
But never to hurt.
I sit up, keeping my four fingers moving inside him. “Jack.”
His eyes remain shut, lost in the heavy haze of his own mind. His body has taken over, but I need him anchored before I push him over the edge.
“Jack.”
His eyelids flutter open. When I flex my fingers against his spot, his eyes roll back, his mouth hanging open, panting fast as I stroke his length.
“Dove,” I whisper. He looks at me then. I soften my expression. “Good boy. You know what I’m going to do Jack?”
He shakes his head, watching me through a haze of heat.
“I going to stretch this pussy, so you can take my fingers and my cock like the good little boy you are.”
He whines at my words, entirely undone by my hands.
“Do you want that, boy? My fingers and my cock? Want me to fill you?”
He nods. A small, wrecked, “Please,” slips out on a whimper.
I pull my fingers from his heat, my throbbing cock replacing them. I drive half-way inside him before I lean down to catch his left nipple between my teeth, and bite hard as I thrust my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt until my heavy balls smack against his.
He cries out as I slam into him, his eyes rolling back as I start to move. The wet slap of our skin echoing off the walls.
Early morning sunlight cuts across his face through a crack in the curtain, turning his brown eyes the color of melted chocolate. “Utterly delicious.” I say, keeping my rhythm steady, holding him right on the edge.
“Fill me, Sol, fucking fill me,” he gasps.
I press my fingertip against his stretched rim alongside my shaft, slipping a finger in beside my thick length, and he cries out, head thrown back, mouth wide as my hips punch forward.
I lock into a punishing rhythm, and then I slide another finger, then another, deep inside him, my middle finger hunting his spot again to drag every last cry from his throat. “Doing so well, boy, taking three fingers, and my dick. This pussy is perfect for my cock.” I growl as I slam into him.
“Oh god… god… so full, so fucking full, Sol,” he cries out, his voice cracked and coarse.
Jolts of electricity scream up my spine. My cock throbs in his wet, searing heat. “Dove. Come for me, baby.”
I rub hard against his prostate. Jack throws his head back, screaming my name as thick ropes of cum shoot from his dick, landing hot across his stomach and chest. Yanking my fingers free, I slam into him harder, chasing my own shattering edge.
“Sol, Silas, please. Oh God,!” he sobs, his body convulsing violently as my hips punch into him.
I roar as a high-voltage shockwave rips straight through my body, leaving every fibre of my being humming and burning from the force of my release. I bury myself deep inside him, my fingers biting into his skin as my vision whites out, and I come hard, flooding him, claiming every inch of him.
I collapse forward, chest to chest, my cock still twitching deep inside his heat, my cum leaking out of him, “Holy fuck, Jack.”
He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, and I hum, shifting us onto our sides while keeping our bodies locked together. I drop a light kiss to his forehead. “You okay?”
His smile lights up his entire face. “That was perfect, Sol. So perfect.”
I smile and reach over to grab a bottle of water from the nightstand, and pop the straw between his lips. He drinks eagerly, and once he’s finished, I set it aside and pull him tight against me, holding him in the quiet silence of the room.
He looks up at me then, those gorgeous eyes wide, tracing the line of my jaw like he’s trying to memorize every curve. The lingering shadows of his nightmare have faded completely, replaced by a soft, breathless flush across his skin. But I can see the nerves humming beneath his surface.
“I like when you say that.”
“What words, dove?” I lean back slightly, looking down at him. His gaze drops, firmly locked on my chest. “Baby? What words?”
He clears his throat, shifting against me as a fresh wave of shyness hits him. My dove is entirely, helplessly nervous, and it makes my blood run hot.
“Pussy. Fill me. How you spoke to me. It was so fucking hot, Sol.”
I chuckle, my chest rumbling against his. My tone is teasing, but gentle, letting him know there’s no judgment here, only absolute worship.
“Is that right?”
He nods, ducking his head. “So fucking hot. But Silas…”
My body goes tight. A sudden spike of protective doubt races through me, wondering what heavy fear he’s about to drop next.
“When you put your fingers inside me, with your cock…” He bites his lower lip, his voice dropping into a raw, honest confession. “Yeah, we need to do that again.”
I laugh, the doubt evaporating instantly, replaced by a profound, stunned adoration at his sudden, unfiltered boldness.
“Then we will, baby.” I murmur, pressing a reverent kiss to his temple. “I’ve got you, dove. Whatever you want or need, I will give it to you. Always.”