Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
SILAS
In case you were wondering, there was no recovering from “Oye, my dick.”
The text messages ran cold after that, and any chance we had at a nude pic vanished. Not that I wanted one. In a weird way, Posey did me a favor by writing “Oye, my dick” because I wanted to drive her away, and that about did it.
Now that I’m walking into my apartment, knowing she’s here working out, I’m dreading every second of seeing her.
She’ll definitely give me shit for killing the buzz.
But at least I’m not walking in here to a sexually charged Ollie, ready to pounce.
Nope, she’s probably as dry as the fucking Sahara Desert after oye, my dick. I think everyone is dry after that.
Not to mention, I can’t get the feeling of my penis on Posey’s knee out of my head.
I’m all sorts of fucked up, and I know the one thing that I need is some peace. And the place I find most peace is in the sauna.
After setting my bag and keys down in the entryway, I head to my bedroom, where I strip out of my clothes and wrap a towel around my waist. My mind immediately flashes to my penis and Posey’s knee, and I mentally curse my disturbed brain.
I go to charge my phone just as a text lights up the screen. Wondering if it’s Ollie, I click on it but see that it’s Hornsby.
Hornsby: I gave it an hour, but I can’t fucking take it any longer . . . Taters and Posey were wrestling naked together, and I walked in on it. Taters’s penis was on Posey’s knee, and they both liked it.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a few deep breaths. My phone dings, and I mentally prepare for what’s to come.
Pacey: Uh . . . what?
Holmes: Like . . . they were both naked?
Posey: NO! Taters was naked. I was respectful enough to put on underwears.
Taters: I was about to put on my briefs. Also, only a child calls it underwears, you nitwit.
Posey: Do you really want to call me names after what we went through together . . .
Pacey: It seems like there’s meaning behind those ellipses.
Hornsby: There was meaning throbbing between the two of them on the ground.
Taters: Fuck off, there was no throbbing.
Posey: The eggplants beg to differ.
Pacey: What eggplants? Your eggplants?
Holmes: I’m really fucking confused.
Hornsby: I believe they were in the midst of a sexual tryst.
Taters: For the love of God.
Posey: HA! Taters wishes. He couldn’t handle me.
Hornsby: Seems like he handled you just fine . . . owning you with his penis on your knee.
Posey: I will admit to the group, I thought his penis felt nice. Honestly, it’s made me look at bologna in a different light.
Holmes: I can usually handle these text chains, but sorry, I’m out.
Pacey: Levi, I think you need help.
Hornsby: I keep hearing skin slapping together.
Taters: There was no fucking slapping!
Posey: Why do I hear it too?
Taters: That’s it. I’m out too.
I set my phone down and leave it on my nightstand as I exit my bedroom.
Sauna, that’s what I need. I need the fucking sauna to clear my mind.
I glance through the window on the gym door, and when I see that Ollie isn’t there, I heave a sigh of relief.
Looks like oye, my dick really did scare her off.
Pleased and also humiliated, I walk into the gym and head straight for the sauna, where I turn it on.
I consider removing my towel but then think better of it, just in case Ollie shows up.
I take a seat and stretch my arms across the upper bench as the heat starts to seep into my skin.
This is exactly what I needed.
I shut my eyes, let out a deep breath, and then sink into my seat just as the door opens.
Fuck . . .
“Funny finding you here,” Ollie says.
I slowly open my eyes and see her standing in front of me, a fresh soap smell coming off her, wrapped in a towel.
“Uh . . . hey,” I say. “Get your, uh, workout in?”
“I did. And I took a shower but then thought, you know, I would love some sauna time.”
“Well, if you want to be alone, I can leave.”
She shakes her head. “No, you’re exactly who I want in here.” And then, she lets her towel loose, and it falls to her feet.
Hell . . .
Looks like oye, my dick didn’t scare her at all.
My mouth goes dry from the sight of her—naked, gorgeous, and so fucking perfect in every goddamn way. I’m useless. Completely and utterly useless as she walks up to me, leans forward, and presses a light kiss to my lips.
“Mmm, I missed these lips,” she says as her hand touches my thigh. “And I missed the way you smell.” She draws her hand inward. “And I missed the way it feels when you possess me with your voice.” Her hand strokes along my bulge.
“Ollie,” I groan.
“Tell me you don’t like that,” she says as she palms me.
Involuntarily, my legs slightly part.
“Making more room for me?” she asks as her thumb glides over my stiffening cock.
“Ollie . . . I . . .” Fuck, I can’t think when she’s stroking me over the towel like that.
“You what?” she asks as she rests one knee on the bench and brings her breasts up to my mouth. My lips part, and she gently places one of her nipples right on my lower lip.
I suck her in.
“Silas,” she moans. “I love your mouth.” She lifts up and brings her other leg to the bench, where she straddles my lap.
Immediately, my hands fall to her hips, where I keep her firmly in place.
“Tell me you love my tits.”
I nibble on her nipple for one second only to remind myself not to give in. But . . . fuck, they’re so perfect. “I love them,” I admit.
“Good,” she says as her hands fall to my shoulders, and she starts to lightly rock her hips over my lap.
Too good. Feels too fucking good.
My head falls back as I ask, “What are you doing?” It’s a stupid question because I know exactly what she’s doing.
“I’m not messing around anymore,” she says as her hands climb up my pecs, her nails digging into my skin.
“I’m voiding the contract. I don’t want you as pretend anymore.
” She brings her hand to the back of my head and rubs her nipple along my lips.
I part them and suck in the hard nub again.
“I want you for real, as mine. I’m claiming you. ”
Claiming me.
It triggers this overwhelming need within me to be claimed. Something I desperately want. Something I realize suddenly... Sarah never did.
My hands float up her sides until I reach both of her breasts. I palm them and squeeze, causing her to hiss. “I’m not mentally ready for you,” I say, speaking the fucking truth. I might want her, I might want to be claimed by her, but I don’t think I can give her everything she needs.
“Let me help you be ready, Silas.”
“I’m fucked up, Ollie.” I bring her other breast into my mouth as her hips pick up their pace. Faster, harder. I exhale sharply as her pelvis teases me.
Taunts me.
Pushes me to want more even though my brain tells me to stop.
“Aren’t we all a little fucked up?” she asks.
“I don’t trust people,” I groan out as I move my thumbs over her nipples.
“I’ll earn your trust.” She tips my head back and runs her tongue along my neck. “Let me be the one who takes care of you.” Her tongue runs along my lips right before she kisses me again. I go to kiss her back, but she pulls away, leaving me wanting more. Her lips pepper kisses down my neck.
To my chest.
She slides off my lap between my legs.
She continues to press kisses to my stomach, then lower . . .
Fuck me, I know what she wants. She’s made it really fucking clear, and I’m not sure I’m ready because the moment her lips touch my cock, I know I’ll be lost. There will be no stopping her.
What am I talking about? There’s no stopping her now as her hands slide up my thighs to the knot of my towel.
Her hungry eyes glance up at me as her fingers toy with the knot.
My breath is heavy in my chest as I curl my hands into fists in anticipation.
When I don’t stop her on the first tug, she smiles and parts my towel completely, letting my stiff cock stretch up my stomach.
Her eyes widen right before she wets her lips.
“Oh . . . my . . . God,” she whispers as her fingers trail along my Jacob’s ladder piercing.
“I knew it.” Her eyes are in awe as she moves her head closer.
“I knew you would have the most perfect penis I’ve ever seen.
” And then, in one fell swoop, she licks from the base of my balls all the way up to the tip.
My stomach bottoms out from the onslaught of her delicious mouth, and a low moan falls past my lips. “Fuuuuck.”
Satisfied with herself, she spreads my legs wider and tugs me closer to the edge as she opens her mouth and draws me in, all the way back to her throat.
“Jesus.” Feels so fucking good.
Warm.
Wet.
Tight.
So good I can’t stop her.
She could do whatever she wanted at this point.
One of her hands wiggles between my legs, just below my balls, where she cups them and gently rubs her thumb between them while her other hand squeezes the base of my cock.
“God, Silas. I could suck you all fucking day.” She takes me deep again, pulls up, then dips down over and over.
She doesn’t gag.
She doesn’t even make a noise.
She just continues to make me lose my mind, one pulse after the other, and when I feel myself start to climb, she lifts to only the tip where she sucks but pumps the base with her hand.
“Fucking hell, Ollie. Your mouth is making me crazy.”
Her teeth line the edge of my tip, and I hiss right before she laps at me with her tongue, then takes me to the back of her throat.
My hand floats to her hair, gripping it tightly because I have nothing else to grab. As she pumps up and down, making my balls tighten, I know that after this, nothing will be the same.
Her mouth is sinful.
Her hands are immoral.
I’ve never in my life had someone suck me like she does, and it’s evident in the way that my chest hitches, attempting to find air. And by how I’m desperate to hold on to anything as I feel my body tremble, tingle, and prepare for what’s to come.