Chapter Twenty-eight #2
That’s all he needs to hear. Both hands grip me beneath my ass, and his long legs stride toward the small tack room, the only one in this stable with a full door.
He kicks it open and closed in a matter of seconds, and then my back is pressed to it while he grinds his hips up, hitting me right in the center.
Only a few layers of material separate us, and I can feel every roll of his length against me.
“How do you want it?” He asks as he kisses me down my throat, “Do you want to ride me, baby? Or will you let me make you feel good?”
“Fuck,” I groan when he angles himself just right to grind against my clit. “More. Just more.”
“So needy,” he praises, and my body breaks out in goosebumps.
Gently he lowers me to the ground and reaches for my shirt.
“You’re still in control.” He assures me before he pulls it off and throws it onto the workstation, leaving me in just a pair of denim shorts, my bra, and cowboy boots.
He runs his thumb over his bottom lip, his eyes dragging down me as if he can’t bear not to look.
“So damn pretty,” he mumbles, more to himself than to me. “Take them off.”
His order is soft but no less demanding, and I flick the button of my shorts before I kick off my boots so I can push them down my legs. He reaches for them and places them with my shirt, keeping that distance between us so he can get a good view of me.
With anyone else, I would feel vulnerable and out of my depth, but with him, it makes me feel alive.
“I want you bare for me, Juniper.”
Nodding, I give him what he wants and unclasp my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms until I can catch it and toss it with my other clothes. Then I remove my panties, letting them join the pile.
I am completely naked for him. And I feel powerful.
With his eyes on me and that look on his face, I know I am the one utterly in control.
“I’m going to make you feel good, Juniper.” His molten gold eyes meet mine, “Make you forget every hurt ever inflicted on you.”
“Please,” I whisper.
He finally closes the gap between us again, hands lifting until I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him as his mouth seeks mine. His kiss claims every part of me, tongue stroking, hips moving so he’s rolling against me, grinding against my clit in a way that has me climbing fast.
My back hits the door and I tighten my legs when he takes away one of his hands, but I should have known he’d never let me fall.
He keeps me pinned while he palms my breast, squeezing a little hard before softening when he pinches my nipple between his fingers.
It shoots a bolt of pleasure straight through me, and I feel myself clench.
“Silas,” his name is another shameless plea.
“I’ll give you anything you want,” he vows, his hand coming away from my breast so he can tug at his pants, shoving them only partially the way down but enough to free his hard cock.
He grasps his shaft and runs the head of him through my lips, gathering up the wetness drenching me, and then I feel him where I need him the most.
The back of my head thumps against the door as he notches just the tip inside.
“Fuck me,” he rests his forehead on my shoulder so he can look down between us. “You’re fucking dripping for me.”
He moves just a little, pushing in deeper, the stretch making my eyes roll back, but then he pulls back and does it again, and my jaw slackens.
“You take me so fucking well,” he groans, “like your body was made for mine.”
My nails scratch against his shoulder blades, holding on for dear life, his words working through just right.
“Silas, I’m close,” I whimper.
“I know you are,” he finally looks at me again, “so responsive for me.”
He pulls back and slides in, slow, purposeful, and steady, as he watches the pleasure dance across my face.
“You need to be quiet,” he warns me, “The crew is outside.”
I hadn’t even stopped to think that there might be people close by, and while I’d thought the idea would scare me; I fear it does the opposite.
His eyes widen and a muscle ticks in his jaw as he realizes exactly what that’s done.
“My filthy fucking girl,” he growls, “You like that?”
He slides in deeper, and a moan gets trapped in my throat.
“That anyone could walk in here.” With every thrust, he gets just a little deeper, but he’s still not seated fully inside of me, and the missing piece leaves me an achy, dripping mess. “That they could catch us like this, my cock buried so far into you while you come all over me?”
“Oh God,” I shiver around him.
“Silas,” he says his own name, “if you’re going to worship anyone, you can worship me, Honeybee. You scream my name when it’s my cock buried inside of you. Let me hear it from those pretty lips.”
He stops moving while he waits for me to give him what he wants.
My teeth bite into my lower lip, pulse hammering in my throat while my body balances on a tightrope.
“Silas,” I breathe.
“Good fucking girl.” He rewards me by filling me entirely, thrusting his hips up hard while keeping me exactly where he wants me. I feel every drive of his cock, pulling out and thrusting in, the base of him grinding against my clit.
There’s no stopping the loud moans that slip from my throat, I’m too far gone, too desperate to reach the edge of the cliff.
He places his palm over my mouth, stifling my cries. “Those are mine.” He growls, meeting and forcing me to hold his eyes. “Now come for me, baby, let me see you fall apart.”
Beyond the door, I can hear chatter, movement as people walk through.
My eyes widen a touch, but Silas just grins knowingly.
The risk has my blood thumping harder, my heart pounding quicker, and he just works me through it, using it to pull me so tight there’s no avoiding the snap that’s about to come.
His thrusts are powerful and deep, hitting the spot.
“I’m sure I saw him come in here,” a deep, male voice speaks right outside the door.
I crash and burn but Silas keeps going. He fucks me right through that orgasm and into another, the muscles in his neck taut as he seeks his own pleasure.
I’m still clenching around him when he comes, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his cock jerks inside of me.
I feel every drop; my body shaking as he holds me up and finds his release.
“Check down at the main house,” someone says, sounding further away now. “Maybe he went there.”
Silas’s shoulders shake with a chuckle, and we wait while the voices move further away before either of us decides to move.