Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
OLLIE
“Silas?” I groan as I stretch my arms above my head. Light falls into his bedroom from the bathroom, and I glance over to see the door closed.
From the nightstand, I glance at the clock and let out another groan. Six thirty.
Ugh.
I have class this morning starting at eight thirty.
Silas is probably getting ready for his away trip since they leave today.
Grumbling, I flip the warm covers off me, letting the chilly air hit my naked body.
I push my hand through my hair and make my way to the bathroom and hear the shower turn on.
I open the door and catch Silas slip into the walk-in shower surrounded in black marble tile.
I stare at his muscular ass, the divots in the side and the dimples on his lower back.
When he turns and lets the water drip down his body, all the way past his dick, my mouth waters.
I need him. Even though I had him several times last night, I won’t see him tonight, which means I need to get in as much Silas as I can.
I walk into the bathroom and head straight for the shower. He spots me from the corner of his eye as he’s wetting down his body, and a sexy smile spreads across his face.
“Morning, baby.”
“Good morning,” I say as I slip into the shower. “Can I join you?”
“You don’t even need to ask,” he says as he takes my hand and brings me under the water. “How did you sleep?”
“Okay,” I answer. I push the water over my head and then look up at him. “I felt like I was trying to claw you as much as I could.”
“I could tell.” He kisses my forehead. “I loved it.”
He squeezes some shampoo into his hand and rubs his hands together before he gently massages it into my scalp. “When do you leave today?”
“Wheels up at three.”
I close my eyes as his strong fingers dig into my scalp. “Then why are you up so early?”
“I woke up around five for some reason and couldn’t get back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He helps me under the water, and I rinse my hair. “It’s fine,” I say. “I’m glad you did. I have two classes this morning, and I probably would have missed my first one if you didn’t wake up.”
When I’m done rinsing my hair, I switch positions with him so he can warm up while I put conditioner in my hair.
Being the good man he is, Silas made sure that I had all the products I use daily in his apartment.
He washes his hair as I comb through my conditioner. His eyes remain on me the entire time.
“What?” I ask as I set my brush down.
“Just keep thinking about how hot you are.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask as I grab his soap bar and suds up my hand.
His eyes fall to my hands and then back to my face. “What do you plan on doing?”
“Soaping you up,” I say as I reach for his semi-hard cock and pull it into my hand.
He smirks and then grabs the soap from me and does the same, but to my body. His hands pass over my breasts before he turns me around so my back is to his chest, and his hands travel up my body.
“Why do I feel like you have something else in mind?” I ask as he kisses up my neck.
“Because I do,” he answers.
“Then fuck me until I’m too sore to move.”
“Hell,” he mutters right before he nips at my neck, pulling the skin between his teeth and making his mark.
I let him because I wear his markings with pride.
It might look trashy from an outsider looking in, but to me, they’re reminders of who I’m with and why I’m with him.
As his mouth works around my neck, he plays with my breasts, one of his favorite things to do. He plucks at my nipples, pulls and squeezes them, and creates such a wave of arousal that I start to move my ass along his erection.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel that ass against my cock.”
I push harder into him and rotate as he drags his mouth up my neck.
He slides his hand up my throat and then turns my head so my lips meet his.
It’s a short but passionate kiss, enough to make me want more.
He reaches behind him and switches on the handheld showerhead.
He rinses off our soap and then brings it to the front of me, right in front of my pussy, and says, “Spread.”
I do as I’m told, and the water blasts right against my aching clit.
“Silas,” I moan.
“Hold this here.”
I grip the showerhead and place it exactly where I want it against my clit as he bends me forward. With the hand not holding the showerhead, I brace against the tile and hold my breath as I feel him position his cock against my entrance.
“Don’t take your time, Silas. I need your dick now.”
Hands gripping my ass, he pushes inside me in one large thrust that nearly has me crumbling against the wall.
“Goddamn,” he shouts. “This tight pussy will be the death of me.”
He works his erection in and out of me at a demanding pace, and all I can do is brace myself as he builds both of our orgasms to the precipice.
The vibration of the water bouncing off my clit combined with his wet strokes has me clawing to hold on longer.
“Jesus, I’m already there,” he says, pumping faster.
Thank God.
“Me too,” I squeak out as the first tingle of an orgasm zings down my legs. “Fuck, Silas . . . I’m . . . I’m . . .” I can’t get out the words because together, we both groan, our orgasms making us incoherent.
I push against him, he tugs, and together, we slowly ride down the high.
On a deep breath, I stand and lean against his chest, where he holds me tightly.
“Shit, Ollie. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” I ask.
“Because I wanted that to last longer, but the minute I was inside you, there was no chance.”
I turn toward him and use the showerhead to rinse his chest. “I was right there with you.”
He pinches my chin. “How can I still come that fast with you? It’s fucking embarrassing.”
I chuckle. “I think it’s all the spanking, pinching, tools, and dirty talk,” I answer. “We don’t give each other a chance.”
“You’re right about that.” He takes the showerhead from me. “How did this feel?”
“Phenomenal, but your dick felt better.”
“Good answer.” He presses a kiss to my lips, and then we get lost in each other’s mouth once again. This time, we turn off the water.
* * *
“Did Silas get you that sweatshirt?” Ross asks as he examines the black hoodie I’m wearing that says Property of the Vancouver Agitators.
“He did,” I answer as we wait at our favorite coffee kiosk on campus for our drinks to be made. Thanks to post-shower sex on the bathroom floor, I was almost late for my first class. Silas was insatiable this morning, and no matter what I did, he wanted more.
Not that I didn’t want it, either.
But I barely made it out the door with clothes on. He gave me this sweatshirt this morning, one that fits better, and then sprayed me with a touch of his cologne before kissing me goodbye.
The entire drive to campus, I wore a huge smile on my face.
Throughout my first class, I kept thinking about him and everything we’ve done in the past twenty-four hours.
Even now, when getting coffee, all I can think about is how Silas would hate my order and cringe at it.
“I like it,” Ross says. “I’d ask Ian to get me one, but he’s pretty much opened his entire closet to me. So I can take what I want.”
“And what did you take?”
Ross smirks. “A few things.”
“Ollie,” the barista says, setting two drinks down on the counter. I grab them and hand Ross his order, and together, we head toward our class.
“So, hear anything from Roberts?” Ross asks.
“No, and I’m sort of getting nervous about it. Don’t you think he would have said something by now?”
“I don’t know,” Ross answers as the fall wind whips around us.
It’s getting to that point in the year when a hoodie just isn’t going to do it anymore.
“Roberts is a weird guy. He doesn’t praise very often.
I turned in my paper and heard nothing. It published and all was good.
So I think it’s better not to hear something. ”
“That’s what I was thinking, but—”
“Hey, hot stuff.”
I pause and turn to the side just in time to see a large mass of a man wrap his arms around me and scoop me into a hug. I’m about to start kicking when I smell a very familiar cologne.
“Silas?” I ask, completely off guard.
When he pulls away and I see his handsome face, partially hidden behind sunglasses, I nearly squeal.
“Oh my God, what are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d spend the morning with you since I don’t have to be at the airport until later.” He glances up and nods. “What’s up, Ross?”
“Hey, Silas. Risky coming to a campus where you’re worshipped.”
Silas just shrugs and then brings his lips to mine. “Surprised?”
“Yes,” I say, still trying to grasp that he’s here, with me, at my school. “I have to go to class, though.”
“I know. Figured I’d just go with you, then take you out to lunch. You good with that?”
The corners of my mouth tilt up. “I’m perfect with that.”
“Good.” Silas loops his arm over my shoulder, and together, we all walk. “How are things with Rivers?” Silas asks Ross. “He doesn’t talk much in the locker room.”
“Things are great,” Ross says, that ever-present smile on his lips whenever Ian is mentioned.
“Ian is a real daddy . . . if you know what I mean,” I say, causing Ross to push at my shoulder. “What?” I ask. “It’s true.”
“You don’t need to tell Silas that.”
“Sorry to say, whatever I know, he probably knows,” I reply.
“So you two actually talk? That’s shocking since Silas’s dick is always down your throat.”
Silas nearly chokes on his own saliva as I laugh. “I’m a good listener.” I wink.
Ross leans forward so Silas can see him, and he says, “And just so you know, since we’re spilling secrets here, congrats on the piercings, Silas. She is positively infatuated with them.”
Silas lets out a deep chuckle. “So I’ve heard.”