2. Mr. Thorne #3
I was affixed between Silas’s body and the wall, one of my arms caught behind me as if I was being arrested. My other weakly scratched for traction against the brick. Silas’s knee forced my legs apart from behind, his chest anchoring into my back to keep me immobile.
I shivered at the feel of Silas’s beard grazing my ear.
“Are you scared, Hansen?” he taunted from behind. His arduous breathing cascaded down my neck, leaving goose bumps in its wake.
I was only a little scared. This was the kind of danger that I lived for, the physical highs and pain I craved more than he knew. The unknown, the second guessing, the regret, and the desire all mixed up together with my drug and alcohol induced high—it was glorious.
My breath hitched and I arched backward as Silas’s hand slunk into my pants. He ran a slender finger over my cock through my cotton boxers. His touch was literal electricity. I gritted my teeth in a pathetic attempt to keep myself from getting turned on.
That didn’t work.
“You want this,” he disclosed proudly. I retched at the thought of how big his ego was growing. However, I knew he was right. I had urges. Needs. Half the time I wished I could just fuck all of my pain away regularly. But it didn’t work like that. Life was never that fucking easy.
“And... if I do?” The words came out slowly as I tried not to focus on the jolts of pleasure shooting up my body at Silas’s touch.
Silas’s feral moan pressed against my shoulder, and he slid his hands into my boxers, grabbing me fully.
My mouth dropped open on instinct and I melted into his grasp.
“Don’t scream my name just yet, Noah.” He started tantalizingly slow, up and down, squeezing and releasing my cock with his tight fist.
That was it then. I was going to have sex with Silas Thorne in the desolate alley way. I gave up, allowing the sensations to rock my body back and forth. I was quiet about nothing, making sure each moan, each sigh, was twice as loud as it should be. I was coming undone.
“You’re...going to...regret this...” I rasped out.
“Oh yeah?” Silas questioned huskily, his voice deep, clearly enjoying the torture he placed me through.
I rested my head on his broad shoulder and smirked up at him. “I can’t wait to see this on the front page, tomorrow,” I mocked.
Silas snorted, his concentration breaking momentarily to humor me. “Front page, huh?”
I let my gaze wander to the two men who hadn’t obeyed his orders.
They looked petrified, their eyes as round as saucers, their mouths hanging slightly ajar.
It looked as though they had tried to give us some space but just couldn’t figure out exactly what to do with themselves. They couldn’t leave without their boss.
A deadly stillness came over Silas.
“You really think they’ll keep full blown sex a secret?” I whispered tauntingly. “You’ll be lucky if this doesn’t get out.” I winked back at the one man I’d pissed off earlier, enjoying the way his eyes narrowed in disgust.
“They won’t say a word,” Silas asserted, his voice cracking a bit. He was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
I laughed loudly. “We’ll see.”
With a snarl, Silas released me. The loss of warmth from his touch was sudden.
Silas immediately began to readjust his pants, and I stretched out my arm and rubbed my wrist. I felt relatively victorious knowing that my words got under his skin.
We were amidst this awkward silence of trying to return back to normal.
There was unfilled quietness around us. I knew he was looking at me, waiting for me to say something.
I kept my line of sight focused low, mostly trying to avoid more confrontation.
Silas ran his hands through his hair twice before marching over to the two frozen sidekicks.
“Stop standing there like a bunch of idiots!” He shouted as he pushed through them, effectively breaking their stupor.
I grinned and bent down to pick up my belt from the ground, clasping closed my mangled pants.
I fucking loved being a tease. And more so, I loved being the one thing Silas Thorne could never have.
“Let’s get out of here.” Silas commanded after making sure that he had full attention over the men behind him. He took two long strides back up to me, pulling me by my shirt collar until we were face to face.
“Ooh, strong man,” I cooed, raising my hands up in surrender. He was obviously trying to impress his thugs with this powerplay.
“This isn’t over, Hansen.” Silas promised, venom flowing out through his words.
I rolled my eyes. Silas made it seem as though I was at fault for everything.
I loved the attention, that was true, but I would have been perfectly content with flirting and continuing my walk home.
Silas made everything more serious than it needed to be.
He needed to be gone already. He was fucking up my high.
He obviously didn’t like my smugness. The ominous glints in his eyes gave the impression that I should be terrified of his threat.
I wasn’t.
I had danced with the Devil before. Silas Thorne was just a demon.
“I wouldn’t wish it to be over.” I flashed him my award winning crooked grin.
When I said that, a sparkle danced in his grey eyes.
“You should kick his faggot ass,” one of his men whispered darkly from behind his shoulder. I raised an eyebrow at Silas. Clearly, his friends didn’t approve—nor did they know—of his after hours affairs and interests.
They should now, I considered.
Silas slowly released me, smirking, “Nah, he’d probably like that.” He shoved me one last time before turning to leave back down the alley.
He didn’t look back once.