Chapter 38 #2
So I grab the back of his head and pull him into another kiss, and when his hand slides up my thigh and wraps around my cock, I groan against his lips.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter as he slowly strokes me, and pleasure slams into me like a fucking truck.
My fingers twist in his hair as his hand glides up and down my cock again, and I tug as the pleasure grows with every movement he makes.
A grunt escapes him at that motion, so I pull his hair again, and he kisses me harder and increases his pace on me.
Guess he likes it a bit rough.
Our lips stay locked in an urgent kiss as his hand moves faster, and I feel like a fucking teenager again as I tip close to the edge in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
“Just wait,” I breathe, lowering my hand over his to stop him, and closing my eyes to take a moment to come back down. No way am I rushing through this.
When I open my eyes again, a small, sly smile tugs at the corner of Silas’s lips.
Oh, fuck no.
He’s coming first.
I lower my hand to his cock and wrap it around him, my heart thumping impossibly hard as I realize what I want to do to him.
And I really want to do it.
Even though I don’t exactly know how…
I brush my lips over his as I slowly move my hand on his cock, and build the courage to mutter the words on the tip of my tongue.
“Want me to suck you?”
Silas pulls his head back and stares at me like he’s searching for the joke.
“Do you… want… to?” he asks carefully.
My gaze drops to my hand wrapped around his cock, taking in the glistening drop of precum on the tip, and I bite my lip as I imagine that on my tongue.
I do.
I really fucking do. And I’m not going to stop and try to find a reason why I don’t want to. Because that doesn’t exist. He feels too fucking good, and if we’re going to do this… we’re going to fucking do this.
I nod, looking into his eyes again. “I really fucking do.”
Silas stares back at me for a moment, and the moment he nods, I slide off the couch onto my knees between his legs, my heart beating so damn fast I wonder if I might stroke out before this is done.
Seriously. No fucking chill. None.
But when I look up again, I have to just stop and stare at him for a moment.
His bare chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and the moody blue evening light filtering in through the window catches the hard lines of his body and the beautiful features of his face, which is framed by his loose hair brushing over his cheekbones.
How did I get to be this fucking lucky? To not only have him as my best friend, but to get a second chance at life with him. And to now explore this new thing between us in a way that feels so fucking right, it’s like I’m in a dream.
I push up on my knees and pull him towards me in a surprisingly soft kiss for how intensely I’m feeling about him right now. His hands land on my sides, his touch gentle as his tongue slips past my lips, and we hold each other here for a moment in something that feels like… appreciation.
And when our lips part, I give him a small smile, and press my lips to his chest, right over his heart.
My entire body buzzes with anticipation as I trail my lips down his chest and abs, and when I reach his cock, I just go for it. I wrap my fingers and my lips around him, and drag my tongue over the glistening bead of precum.
Silas’s hand immediately lands on my arm as he releases a breath. “Oh my god.”
I moan as I lick him again, then take him in deeper, my tongue and lips moving down his length as I glance up at him.
His lips are parted as his eyes stay glued to me, and having him watch me like this urges me to take even more.
So I take him in again, swirling my tongue and loving the taste of him as I watch him come undone, and his grip on my arm tightens.
“Fuck, Levi,” he pants.
Oh my god. The sound of my name coming from his mouth, along with his soft pants and moans as I suck him, nearly fucking does me in.
I shift on my knees to get closer to him as I keep going, a desperate need rising with each glide of my tongue to make him feel good, to hear my name again, and to feel him lose control.
“Levi,” he breathes again, both hands tugging on my arms. “I’m going to come.”
I release him from my mouth, pushing up to my knees as I pull him into a hard kiss and stroke him with my hand. His hands grip my ribs tight as he grunts against my lips, and I break our kiss to look down, watching as he shoots cum over my abs, my hand, and my hard cock.
Holy shit.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say, unable to pull my gaze away from his cum that’s now all over me. My cock fucking throbs at the sight, and eventually I slam my lips to his again.
As my tongue pushes into his mouth, his hand drops to wrap around me, and he starts stroking. But I sense a hesitation in him.
I pull back to study his face and see that same hesitation in his eyes.
“You don’t have to do that too,” I say with a shake of my head.
He drops his gaze to my lips as he shifts slightly on the couch. “I want to,” he says quietly. “I just… I haven’t had a lot of…” he trails off with a small wince, and then I suddenly realize what it is he’s feeling.
He’s only ever been with Bell.
And while I find myself suddenly insanely jealous that he’s been with anyone, I also understand what’s happening inside him right now.
He’s only ever been with one person. So, besides that person being a girl and me being a guy, everything about this is probably feeling new and a bit unnerving.
I shift to sit next to him on the couch and pull him in to press a soft kiss to his lips.
“Your hand feels fucking incredible,” I murmur against his mouth.
A soft breath escapes him as he leans into my kiss for a moment. Then, his hand moves to my thigh as I kiss him again, and he inches it closer to wrap around my cock and slowly stroke me.
“Mm,” I moan, letting the incredible feeling of him take over, the pressure building inside me once again with every perfect, slow movement of his hand. “Fuck, you feel good.”
His pace increases as I lift my hand to grip the side of his face and sink my tongue into his mouth, taking everything he’s giving me and letting myself fall into it.
The pressure builds fast as heat spreads through me, tipping me closer to the edge I’ve been riding since he first touched me tonight.
And with each stroke of his hand and his tongue, I feel like he fucking owns me.
My head falls to his shoulder as he continues to work me, and I try to hold off and make this last.
But I can’t.
It’s Silas. He’s fucking perfect, he’s stroking my cock, I made him come, and now he’s going to make me come. Honestly, it’s a miracle I made it this long.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I’m suddenly thrust right to the edge, and my hand grips his thigh in a bruising grip. “I’m coming.”
Silas continues to pump my cock as my release crashes through me in a way I’ve never experienced before. The feeling is so overwhelming that all I can do is hold on to him and ride it out, crushing my lips to his again and feeling everything roll through me in an intense wave of pleasure.
Eventually, I start to come down from my intense fucking high, and the world around us slowly starts to come back into focus. My eyes close as I listen to the rain on the roof and Silas’s breaths, and I just lean my head against his and keep my hands on him.
Until Silas lets out a short laugh.
“What?” I ask, opening my eyes to look at him.
He nods towards the bedroom, and I follow his gaze to Winston sprawled out on his back on the bed, belly exposed, and sound asleep.
I shake my head at the ridiculous sight. “Well… I guess it’s a good thing he didn’t see that.”
When I look back at Silas, I’m met with a soft, content gaze staring right back at me.
“You good?” I ask.
He nods as his lips lift in a soft smile. “You good?”
I nod, smiling as I lean my head against his again.
“Better than good.”