Chapter 13 #2
A small spark of pain shot through me when he snapped one of the bands. “What are these?”
“Told you,” I said, clapping my thighs together merely out of an act of defiance. “A surprise.”
Honestly, I’d added them at the last minute before heading out the door. My set was already perfect on its own, showing off my curves in a sensual way that drove most men I allowed to take me to bed crazy.
But for some reason, as I’d unhooked one of my nice shirts from out of my closet and began to pull it on over my head, I’d caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
A garter belt, silk panties, and a pair of mesh stockings were a killer combo.
It was the only thing he’d requested I come to dinner with.
And yet, I’d still dug into my jewelry box that I kept tucked in the back of my closet and fished out the unwrapped box these bands had come in. Unwrapping them from the tissue paper and sliding them up my thighs until they rested right above my stocking lines.
The second I had them on, I knew I needed to keep them. They were perfect.
Silas was the first one to see them on me.
I kept that shit to myself, though. Spilling that information wasn’t exactly hookup material.
He ripped my legs apart, digging his fingers into my skin, and wrenching them both back until I was practically bent in half.
I groaned at being splayed out like this.
The bulge in my underwear was painfully noticeable and yet he continued to neglect it. The silk was wet with precum, making the fabric a slightly darker shade and most definitely staining it from the inside out. As soon as we were done here, I’d need to go soak them in the sink.
Fabric this nice was meant to be taken care of.
Silas let go of one of my legs to run a hand over my stomach. His fingers tentatively pressed against my scars, kneading them carefully. “How much do these hurt?”
“Barely.” My mind would probably change in the morning, but for now, I felt jack shit. I was too horny to care and too pent up to ask him to be gentle.
The second I answered, he jerked my panties to the side just enough to expose my hole. “You’re not taking these off.”
My toes curled. “As long as you finally stop stalling.”
He let out a terse scoff. “Forgive me for admiring you.”
I slapped a hand over my mouth in shock, completely astonished at the casual way he’d said that. My entire body flushed with heat, the praise working overtime to turn me on and make me into a puddled mess of want and desire.
He pushed off of the bed to rip his button up off of his shoulders, tossing it and his pants on the floor before leaning over to root around in the drawers next to his bed.
Completely naked, I could see the expanse of his tattoos covering his body.
The swirling filigree carried up from his left hip and across his entire left side, cutting in a harsh manner the second the art reached his arm and changed into those jagged lines that went up to his neck.
On his other side, his arm was covered in both styles, swirling lines and jagged marks. Both styles were so different, yet they worked in tandem, creating a beautiful dichotomy that somehow fit him perfectly.
My heart slammed inside my chest as I remembered his earlier words.
Admiring me, huh.
Goddamn.
How could someone so blunt be so damn sensual at the same time?
I doubt he even noticed. Saying things that were hot enough to make a man come without being touched. Thank fuck, I wasn’t a words of affirmation type person or else this would’ve ended ten seconds ago.
He tossed a bottle of lube onto the bed next to me, a condom trapped between his teeth while he climbed back onto the bed.
Gold flashed in the dim lighting.
It made me roll my eyes.
Magnum.
Of fucking course.
“Something wrong?” he said, clapping a hand hard against my hip.
I bit the inside of my cheek. “Still stalling.”
This time, he rolled his eyes. “You’re impatient.”
“Sue me.”
“No, thanks. It’ll come out of my tax dollars.”
My foot found the center of his chest and I shoved lightly. “Like you give a shit. Your tax cuts would make me cry if I ever saw them.”
“What’s your salary?”
What the fuck?
“65k, why?”
A slow, diabolical smirk split across his face.
Instantly, and horrifically, I caught on without him needing to explain anything more. “No.”
He shrugged, using his teeth to rip open the condom. “I didn’t say anything.”
I hated rich people.
Who needed almost a seventy grand tax cut?
What did they even do with money like that?
Buy another summer home?
Order another Italian car like the one currently sitting in his garage—yeah, I’d looked it up—and barely caring about the wear and tear of it in a town with inclement weather?
“You’re responsible for global warming, I hope you know that.”
He ran a hand up my thigh, tracing nonsense patterns into my skin until he reached my waist where he squeezed. “So says the one ready to get fucked.”
“Maybe I’m sleeping with the enemy to dig up dirt. I am a cop, after all. Justice is in my blood.”
“I can’t wait to see exactly what secrets you think I have.”
My breath caught in my throat as he rolled the condom on over himself. He snagged the bottle of lube off of the bed and uncapped it, drizzling a generous amount over his fingers and spreading it between the digits to warm it up. Strangely, I was struck by the thoughtfulness behind the gesture.
If he was an asshole, he could’ve squirted the cold liquid directly on my hole and delighted in watching me squirm.
Instead, he circled a coated thumb around my hole, waiting until I relaxed before slowly breeching past the tight ring.
While I held the backs of my knees to keep my legs pressed against my body, I loosened the grip on my right one, hooking my foot up to press a toe to his cheek. “Tell me how much you like this set.”
I craved his feedback. Him telling me he was admiring me was only a small hit. I needed a full dose.
He turned his head just enough to nip at my ankle. “I want to see the other one.”
I poked him again. “What other one?”
He pulled a gasp out of me the second he stroked over my prostate and pressed down over it. “You know exactly which one I’m talking about, you fucking tease.”
My head swam as my body filled with oxytocin, making it hard to concentrate on anything but that pressure driving me actually crazy.
I couldn’t help but rock into it. Calling me the tease when he was only a finger deep was the most hypocritical thing I’d ever—
Silas slipped his thumb out, replacing it with his pointer and middle fingers and jamming them as deep as his knuckles allowed.
“Fuck!”
“That’s what you wanted, right?” A bland tone, achingly uncaring. “Or this.”
A third was added, my hole burning when he knocked against my prostate again. All three of them stroked over it, hitting me with repeated bursts of pleasure that was making me leak more precum. Silias remained unhurried and completely unbothered with the mess he was making of me.
Didn’t he care that edging me was single handedly driving me nuts?
Weren’t doctors supposed to have some kind of bedside manner?
“You fucking asshole,” I babbled. “You’re the fucking tease. You keep stalling and wonder why I’m getting fucking impatient when you’re the one that started all of this.”
“Oh, really.”
He didn’t even care what he was doing to me.
Tears brimmed in my eyes when he pulled his fingers out of me, leaving my hole to clench around nothing. Panic set in instantly. “Wait. That’s not what I—”
The words died on my lips the second the blunt head of his cock brushed against my hole. Much bigger feeling than when it was being shoved down my throat.
“Since you’re such a complainer.” He wrenched my hands away from the backs of my thighs, causing them to both drop back down onto the bed.
One of his found my waist, keeping a firm hold of it while the other was still wrapped around his cock.
“I think it’s high time you do something else with that mouth. ”
I had no time to prepare before he was pushing past the rim of my hole, stretching me wider than his fingers had. My insides burned, lit on fire while he sunk as deep as he could go, his hips pressing flush with my ass and then grinding down into it once he was fully seated.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Oh, it was too much and not enough at the same time. Two parts of me warring with each other while he stayed still and watched as I squirmed under him, trying to adjust. I grabbed at his duvet with both of my hands to twist tight.
Two fingers were shoved into my mouth. “That’s better.”
I sucked on them like a lifeline, needing something to gnaw on when he finally reared his hips back until only the tip was still inside me.
“Terran.”
My eyes were glued to him.
“Pinch my arm.”
Bewildered, I slowly loosened my hold on his duvet and lifted my arm, trailing my fingers down until I found a meaty patch of skin to pinch. I squeezed the area until he visibly winced.
He nodded at me. “If it starts hurting too much.”
My lips parted in shock.
I take it back. There is an ounce of bedside manner in this man.
Consideration was never a quality I figured Silas possessed. Being proven wrong was a nice surprise.
The minute he shoved his fingers deeper into my mouth, practically choking me with them, I let my hand drop back down to the duvet to clutch it again.
He slammed back inside me, setting a punishing pace. Not at all giving me mercy while he relentlessly pounded into me.
The only silver lining was still being on leave. I couldn’t imagine having to drag myself to work in the morning, my body sore from being twisted around and my hole bruised from this man’s giant cock destroying me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled through clenched teeth.
His body tensed, every muscle visible under the rippling surface of his skin. His breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale breaking into a low, guttural sound that had my balls tightening painfully.
He snatched his fingers from my mouth and yanked me clean off the bed by my garter belt, holding my lower half airborne while the rest of me dragged against the mattress as he continued to plow into me.
His head tilted back, eyes half-lidded and unfocused, lost in the overwhelming rush of my body pleasing him.
A faint sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, catching the light as his chest heaved.
With his fingers no longer muting me, all I could do was moan like a wanton whore.
Completely undone. Just like I wanted.
My orgasm hit me hard enough to steal the air out of my lungs. Deep pulses of bliss that I surrendered to, letting it take me over the edge and flood me with enough pleasure hormones to dot my vision with black spots. It ignited down to my bones.
Silas barely let up, too caught up in the raw, primal dominance consuming him.
He possessed me, made me his. Molded every flesh and fiber of my being into belonging to him in this moment. Whatever person I came out of this as would forever be marked by this man. He’d haunt me.
When he reached his peak, he dropped me back down onto the mattress and pulled out of me, quickly ripping off the condom and tossing it. He twisted the fabric of my panties around his cock to fuck into, falling into an erratic rhythm that finally broke with a choked groan as he came.
His expression broke—gone was the picture perfectness of impassivity and in its place was a man completely lost in ecstasy.
My hole ached pleasantly.
Silas muttered something under his breath before rolling me onto my side and digging the covers out from under my dead weight. The moment he pulled them over both of us, he collapsed down onto the mattress in a heap.
Honestly, I could die happy here.