Chapter Two #2
And I don’t want to make it worse for him, but I also hate having to be careful all the time, and not being able to touch the person I fucking love.
Especially when he’s the only one who doesn’t realize how goddamn sexy he is.
I’m tempted to tell him, but I’ve tried that before, and I feel like it makes it worse, especially if he’s already on edge.
Instead, I fist my hands so I’m not touching him in quite the same way, then squeeze him tightly so we’re pressed inseparably close.
My hips are pushed against his firm round ass—the one that I wish I could have in my hands basically all the time—and I let him feel that I’m already half-hard at the thought of what we could do next.
Silas lets out a slow, shuddery exhale while I lick and nibble my way up his neck to eventually suck his earlobe into my mouth.
“Bed?” I murmur into his ear.
He nods against me, relaxing bit by bit, but still not as much as I would like.
I’m gripped by how much I want him, but his tension makes me tense, so there’s an undercurrent to the whole interaction.
I’m not sure what it is—fear, anxiety, resentment, something—but it’s lurking there regardless, like an intruder in our home.
I focus on Silas in an attempt to chase the feeling away.
I reach down, slipping my fingers under the waistband of his athletic shorts.
He’s not wearing any underwear, and I nearly groan at the feeling as my fingers drag through short, coarse hair on the way to his dick.
He absolutely knows how to get me every time, and the exhaustion is quickly chased from my body.
I want him. I need him. I need my brain to stop making fucking noise.
“Fuck me, robot boy,” I whisper as I fist his cock just a little too tight and begin to stroke. “Take me upstairs and fuck me until I can’t even remember my own name.”
Silas smirks a little, but turns his head to kiss me through the expression.
“Are you sure? After all that chili?”
There’s a teasing tone to his words that I don’t get to hear that often, so I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed as I smile, getting out my words between short kisses.
“Yeah, that was maybe an oversight on my part. Whoops.” I shrug. “How about ‘suck me until I can’t remember my own name, robot boy’. Does that work? Clearly someone doesn’t want to have our Brokeback Mountain moment.”
Now we’re both laughing more than kissing, although still holding each other close, and the mood shifts into something lighter.
“That works, Cade.”
I’m about to drop to my knees here in the kitchen to get the first turn, but I’m caught off-guard when Silas reaches underneath my ass and hoists me up with a grunt. My legs wrap around his waist as I cling to his shoulders.
He does this from time to time, and I can’t deny how much I fucking love it. It’s never going to be the dynamic it was the rare time I’ve done this to a petite girl, because I’m tall enough and heavy enough that we’re structurally unsound, but that doesn’t matter.
I’m not trying to feel dainty or feminine. I am trying to feel fucking overwhelmed, though, and this is a very good start.
Without complaining about my heavy ass, Silas marches us straight to the bedroom before tossing me onto the bed with enough force to make me bounce.
Before I get the chance to breathe, he goes after me like a man possessed.
Hands push the hem of my hoody up and hook it over my head, so the fabric is bunched beneath me and my movement becomes limited.
Then my sweats get heaved down, but left around my knees so I’m tangled up there, too.
My chest, crotch and thighs are the only thing exposed to the room, and Silas runs his hands over all of it before leaning over to bite me right at the crease of my groin.
The pain sends a jolt of adrenaline through me, and I blow out a steady breath as I buzz with it. I was already getting hard, but that definitely doesn’t hurt.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan as Silas continues to bite me in the most sensitive places, worrying the skin beneath his teeth to make me shiver.
My baby knows I like a little pain with my lovemaking.
“Are you just gonna tease me all night, or are you gonna suck my dick at any point?”
My attempt to sound nonchalant fails so hard I can’t help but laugh a little, and then even more as Silas reaches up to pinch one of my nipples way, way harder than is necessary. My laughing is abruptly cut off, though, when he fucking inhales my dick like that’s his real dinner.
“Oh, fuck. Jesus. That fucking mouth.”
The meaningless horny babble is already starting, whether I want it to or not, and I can’t stop myself from also rocking my hips up into him as he sucks and slobbers all over me.
Silas doesn’t say anything, but he hunkers his body even lower to the bed.
I wish he was naked and that I could touch him, too, but I know he likes to take things at his own pace, so I’m rolling with it.
Silas gets lower and lower, continuing to fit an impressive amount of my cock into his mouth, before sliding both his arms under my thighs until they wrap around so he can grab my waist.
He holds me like that—sweatpants dangling from one ankle now–my thighs spread open with his head between my legs. It feels like I’m even more open to him than before, and I shiver a little.
Silas breaks away my cock for a second to rub his stubbly skin all over the raw places that he was biting earlier, but he holds me completely still when I start to flinch away, so I stay pinned by the sensation. When his face dips down so he can tongue my balls, I can’t help but cry out.
He licks and sucks at each one, working them over with grave attention before he goes back to sucking me. It’s incredible, but I wish more and more he wasn’t so far away.
Words are mostly beyond me at this point, so I reach down and tug at his shirt, hoping he gets what I mean.
“Up here,” I breathe.
Silas bobs his head up and down a few more times. God, I’m already so close. But then his warm whiskey-colored eyes look up at me.
He seems to get what I mean without having to talk about it. Score.
Silas pops off my dick for just a few seconds, quickly rearranging himself until he’s facing the other direction, his entire weight suspended over me and his hips straddling my face. He’s still wearing soft shorts, but he’s able to reach down and free his cock without much difficulty.
I’m not entirely sure there’s anything more beautiful than this sight.
His cock is rock-hard and flushed with arousal, thick and meaty and dangling overhead.
His waistband is pushed down just far enough that his balls are out, but they’re pulled up close to his body, and I can’t wait to have them resting on me.
There’s a little bit of shine to the head of his cock, and Silas shivers a little bit before a string of clear liquid drips from the tip to my lips.
I reach up, grabbing whatever part of him I can reach and pulling him down. Obviously, he doesn’t want to crush me, but I can take it. Drown me right here and now.
It only takes a little coaxing to get him to lower his cock into my waiting mouth. He lets himself lean onto me bit by bit, and when I relax into the pressure, so does he.
Silas slides his mouth back down over me, hooking his arms around my legs again, but this time the other way around, and we both start to lose ourselves in the pleasure.
Almost all of my senses are obscured by Silas’s body surrounding me, and I can barely breathe. It’s perfect. I’m so hyperfocused on teasing him with my tongue everywhere I know he likes, that my own pleasure becomes more of a distant roar, and I don’t feel so desperate to come.
Good. I want to taste his release before anything else.
“Fuck, Cade,” his quiet voice echoes from somewhere near my crotch as he starts to thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth.
That’s it, baby. Just let go.
I reach up to grab his ass, kneading my fingers into his flesh and holding him close.
Silas goes back to laving his tongue over me, but I can feel his attention start to break as his hips stutter and he fucks my face harder and harder.
I can’t help but slide one of my hands up the curve of his lower back, under his shirt. Something about that spot is absolutely deadly to me. It should be illegal, it’s so sexy. I’m doing it a second time when Silas finally gasps, stiffens and starts to unload into my mouth.
He’s a little off-balance so his cock slips out as he’s still pulsing out hot, salty cum, and the lower half of my face gets painted with it. His hips curl under as his orgasm finally ebbs, but I’m able to lean up enough to lick the seam of his balls and make him shudder.
Without pausing, Silas goes back to what he was doing before and fucking attacks me. He licks and sucks and presses his tongue into the slit of my cock until I’m coming as well, picturing the way his throat must be working as he swallows every drop.
It’s clumsy when Silas drops to the side, but he manages to tuck his dick back in his pants and turn himself around until we’re lying together without much difficulty.
I’m still half naked, pinned by my own clothes with all my soft, vulnerable parts on display. I’m pretty sure he likes it like that. And I really, really don’t mind.
So, instead of pulling my hoody down, I just arch into his touch as he smooths one hand up my flank before pulling me close to him and kissing me more thoroughly than I thought was possible.
Neither of us says much. We kiss for a while, and it continues to ease the ache of whatever was dogging at me before.
Then we slowly and peacefully move around our space together as we get ready for bed.
Once we’re under the covers, I wiggle around until I’m half on top of him with my ear pressed to his chest, letting myself be lulled by the steady rise and fall as well as the consistent lub-dub of his heart continuing to beat.