2. Silas
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SILAS
I t was probably a good thing that driving for Uber was a gig, not a job.
If it had been a job, I would’ve been fired a long time ago.
There wasn’t a way to rationalize turning off the meter and going into one of my rider’s homes, but I wouldn’t let myself think about that.
Rowan had looked heartbroken in the backseat, and any reasonable person would have been drawn in by his buck-brown eyes.
We hadn’t met before, but I felt this inexplicable pull toward Rowan.
He was undoubtedly smoking hot, with a lithe, tight omega body adorned by a stuffy tweed jacket, slacks, and loafers.
Maybe it was the pretty lilt in his voice.
Possibly, it was his eyes that were a smidgen too big for his face.
It could’ve been how his hair was a combination of colors that couldn’t come from a bottle.
Rowan’s strands were an intriguing mix of dark gold, caramel, and chocolate brown.
I suspected he’d say he was due for a cut, but I liked how it was just this side of shaggy.
It curled at the edges in a way that made me want to thread my fingers through all of it.
I hoped I’d be able to tonight.
By the time I’d shut off the car and opened my door, Rowan was standing by the hood of the car.
He looked nervous and fidgety but determined.
Tonight, he would make his ex a distant memory, and I appreciated the decisive action.
Make a clean break, walk away, and fuck that man right out of his life.
The characters in my romances would approve, and so did I.
“You sure you want me to come in?” My gut told me the answer was yes, but consent was hot.
“I’m sure,” Rowan said abruptly before turning on his heel.
“C’mon, it’s cold out here,” he called over his shoulder on his way up the sidewalk.
Within seconds, he’d retrieved his keys from his pocket and opened the door.
He stepped over the threshold and held the door open for me.
The click of the lock behind me echoed in the hallway.
Rowan’s breathing sounded labored and rushed, and the battle to keep my hands to myself was lost instantly.
I reached up and twirled a shiny strand of his hair around my finger.
His breathing went from harsh to still, which wasn’t much of an improvement.
“My guy, you’re gonna want to breathe.” I raised my other hand and lightly gripped more strands.
They felt like silk as they slid across my fingers.
His soft moan when my grip tightened chubbed my dick and caused my breath to hitch in anticipation.
“Oxygen is overrated.”
“Agreed.”
Rowan raised his hands to my waist and slid them upward.
My skin tingled in the wake of his fingers.
My stomach muscles tightened as he inched his body closer to mine.
When Rowan was within brushing distance, all the oxygen left my lungs.
His heady scent of sea salt and honey—sweet with a bite—made me lightheaded.
All pretense of chill was gone when his soft moan filled the air.
My mouth slammed onto Rowan’s, and he met mine with equal force.
I was desperate to taste him as our tongues slid and twisted over each other.
I pulled away to nibble on his lower lip, and his mewl thickened my cock in ways I’d never felt before.
If I died tonight, I hoped like hell it was I was after I’d fucked Rowan.
I’d go a happy man.
“Silas, I need to get fucked tonight. That’s it. That’s what I want.”
“Sweetheart, I’ll fuck you seven ways to Sunday and then start over again if you’d let me. Are you on suppressants?”
“No, but I cycled about six weeks ago. No heat for at least another month and a half.”
“Oh fuck me,” I groaned.
“Exactly what I’m begging for.”
“Darlin’, you haven’t begged yet. Not even close.” I lowered my mouth to Rowan’s once again, this time with a softer connection.
My tongue mapped every spot and angle.
His sweet moans filled my ears, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I embarrassed myself in my damn pants.
“Baby, where’s your bedroom?” I panted into his mouth.
My body felt like every muscle and tendon was on high alert.
My cock was painfully hard, and I felt the beginning of my knot developing at the base of my dick.
A layer of sweat covered my brow, and I felt it trickle down my back.
I was desperate for Rowan.
“Up…stairs…top ” Rowan’s disjointed words fell on my ears like confetti.
At least I wasn’t the only one feeling this hot rush of need.
I slid my hands under his ass and used it to hold him against me.
Rowan wrapped his long legs around my waist and looped his arms around my neck.
He smashed his mouth against mine again, and we kissed one more time.
It was sloppy and messy, and I fucking loved it.
My groans joined his moans as we pushed each other further down the path of what was likely a bad idea.
Reluctantly, I looked up to find the staircase down the hallway.
I wasn’t letting go of Rowan, so I hiked him up a little farther.
He tightened his legs, and I climbed the stairs to the top, where he vaguely pointed in the direction of a door.
I paused before opening it to lean him against it while I plundered his mouth.
Each stroke of his tongue against mine hardened my cock and made my knot more pronounced.
With my hands on his ass, I could feel his slick seeping through his pants at my fingertips.
He wouldn’t know it, of course, but I fucking loved when an omega made enough slick that it soaked through his clothing and down his legs.
The slippery liquid was pure gold.
I made my way over to the bed, and Rowan unceremoniously unhooked his arms and legs and fell flat onto the mattress with a promising bounce.
I fell over him with a laugh, and our mouths fused again.
Like high schoolers in the back of my parents’ minivan, we rubbed and rutted against each other.
I could feel his cock against my stomach.
It was as hard as my own, and I couldn’t wait to taste every bit of it.
“Sweetheart, my planning sucks. We should’ve stripped before getting on this bed,” I said as I nosed along his jawline to find his earlobe.
I delicately nibbled on it before sucking it into his mouth.
His full-body shiver triggered one of my own.
“Is something stopping us now?”
“I don’t want to stop touching you.”
Rowan strained forward to reach my mouth when I pulled back to hover over him.
I smothered a laugh when he whined in disappointment.
Gone was the jilted but stoic man I’d met less than an hour ago.
In his place was a disheveled, needy omega who wanted to be properly fucked.
I’d bet this week’s tips that his ex hadn’t done one damn thing to get Rowan off.
Fucker.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna have to bite the bullet.” With that pronouncement, I shoved myself off him and stripped out of my clothes.
Rowan eye-fucked me the whole time.
He sat up to shed his clothes as well before lying back down to watch me.
His shallow breaths and moistened lips when I pushed down my pants and briefs were an ego boost.
I may have slowed down to give him a bit of a show.
I knew I looked decent because almost all alphas had the same oversized, broad physique, but Rowan seemed to truly like what he saw, and that mattered more.
Once stripped, my heavy cock bounced as I knee-walked across the bed to straddle Rowan’s stretched-out body.
I settled over him, supporting my weight on my elbows.
Our faces were inches apart and his sweet body was beneath me.
When his hands explored my back and lightly scratched over my bunched muscles, I shuddered.
“Hey, you.”
“I hope at some point you intend to fuck me.”
“Probably, yeah.”
“Will that be soon, Silas? I’d very much like it to be soon.”
Being so close to him was distracting, and I got sidetracked by the curve of his neck.
My tongue explored the hollows of his collarbone.
His scent was more pronounced without his clothes.
My hands smoothed down his side, crossed his hip, then slipped to the underside of his ass cheek.
His soft moan and writhing filled my head with deliciously dirty thoughts.
My finger slipped into the crack of his ass, finding the slick I’d been thinking about since he invited me upstairs.
“Fuuuuuck, sweetheart, you’re so godsdamned wet.”
I traced the crack of his ass before moving around to explore his cock.
He was smaller than me but perfectly proportioned to his size.
While my cock was thick and girthy, Rowan’s was slender and flushed a pretty pink.
I maneuvered myself to trail kisses down his chest and across his flat stomach.
Rowan tried to put his hands on me, but I gently brushed them aside.
“No, sweetheart, this is all about you. I want to worship this sweet body…this beautiful cock…your delicious slick…”
My words ended when my mouth found his cock.
I swallowed him tip to base and nestled my nose in the hair at the bottom.
His salty-sweet musk became more pronounced as Rowan produced more slick.
I swiped some from the crack of his ass and massaged it into his balls while I swallowed reflexively around his dick.
“Silas, what are you doing to me?”
The wonder in his voice pissed me off.
My guess had been right about his fuckhead ex-boyfriend never taking the time to treat him right.
Most likely, this was a one-time deal, and it would for damn sure be one he remembered.
“What someone else should’ve been doing,” I said when I popped his dick out of my mouth.
Without missing a beat, I returned to the task of making Rowan beg.
I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, finding the little spot under the ridge with its secret collection of nerves.
Rowan’s sharp gasp was followed by a low moan.
But he didn’t beg.
After a few more sucks, his pretty balls were too much of a temptation.
My mouth migrated to explore his small balls while I used the slippery slick to jack his cock.
Carefully, I slipped both into my mouth to gently suck them, which elicited a deep moan along with pleading words to both never stop and finish him.
Closer, but not quite to begging.
Slick poured from him, and I figured I’d tortured myself long enough.
Rowan spread his legs, planted his feet on the mattress, and tilted his hips upward when I put myself between his thighs and palmed his ass.
The sea salt and honey taste exploded on my tongue when I licked a stripe over the secret core of him.
Rowan screamed at the contact.
He quickly moved to panted gasps before whispered and then shouted pleas filled my ears and clouded my brain.
I sipped, lapped, and licked him while keeping his hips anchored tightly to the mattress.
His whimpers fed my soul while the taste seared deep into my memories.
Never before had I wanted to devour someone the way I wanted to with this man.
From just the short trip through his apartment, I knew we weren’t in the same place in life.
This place was nice, and I lived in a week-to-week studio over a garage.
But in the here and now, he was putty.
Carefully, I eased away from him so I could flip him over and dive in for another sample of salty-sweet slick.
It had smeared across his ass and down the crack.
It wasn’t enough.
I flipped him again, putting him on his knees with his ass in the air.
He looked like a godsdamned feast.
I dove in and stabbed my tongue into the secret part of him.
His scream, followed by his ass grinding against my mouth, settled me.
Nothing mattered except satisfying the hunger in both of us.
“Silas, please…oh gods…fuck…need you…I…I… oh fuuuuuuck,” Rowan wailed.
His hips rocked against my mouth and slick flooded my mouth.
Fucking gods, there was no way I could wait.
I slipped one finger, then another, inside him and scissored him open.
The slick covered my fingers, and he didn’t need extra lube to help ease my way into him.
I snuck in one more taste before aligning my dick with his hole.
“I’ll give you want you, baby.”
I carefully entered Rowan, but that wasn’t good enough for him.
He growled low in frustration, surged back, and impaled himself on my cock.
I was fully buried in him, his keening cries surrounding us.
I snapped my hips and slammed into his ass.
We were a writhing, sweaty coupling that resembled the shifters our ancestors had been, and I fucking loved it.
With every pump into Rowan’s ass, I buried myself just a scant bit more until it felt like we were one.
My knot swelled to impossible proportions as I nutted into his ass.
I was fully embedded inside him with my knot preventing pulling out, but I felt the pulse of my dick as his ass muscles milked every drop.
A single pump of my hand was all it took for Rowan to join me over the edge.
His release was accompanied by a cry so loud I hoped like hell the walls had excellent insulation.
I collapsed on top of Rowan but took care to avoid crushing him.
Our harsh breathing gradually leveled off.
Once again, his neck was an irresistible lure I didn’t bother to resist.
His soft sighs as I nuzzled him fed my soul.
By unspoken agreement, we let the moment hang.
After a few minutes, Rowan’s even breaths signaled he’d fallen into an exhausted sleep, and I bided my time, waiting for my knot to deflate.
I carded my fingers through his hair, twirling the silky strands this way and that.
The comfortability shocked the romantic in me, but the realist recognized it was a one-sided infatuation.
Within an hour, my knot dissolved, but Rowan hadn’t stirred a muscle.
I knew I should get up and leave, but I wasn’t ready to disengage, so I gave myself another hour and imprinted his scent on me.
I suppressed my groan as I finally pulled out.
It didn’t take long to find where my clothes had been thrown.
My body was sticky, but I wasn’t willing to wash Rowan off me yet.
In a surprise to no one, Rowan’s desk had a pad of paper and a pen.
I left a note with my number because a guy could dream.
Rowan never called.