11. A Done Deal #3
“Not the boss, Hansen,” he purred, dragging his hand in an up and down motion.
I arched into him, a low throaty groan emerging from deep down in my chest. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, finally receiving the contact I had desired for so long.
Silas chuckled. “I won’t,” he answered smugly.
This was it. He had won. I was ready.
I shivered at the sensation of Silas sliding his tongue across my neck. That combined with his steady hold on my cock, was driving me to break. I needed more. I wanted all of him.
“Do you have anything to make this easier for you?” Silas asked lightly, his hand leaving my cock to grasp my hips, pulling my ass down closer to his erection.
My brain buzzed. I hadn’t even considered that.
“Uh, no. I don’t think so.” I muttered, my embarrassment surfacing.
“No matter,” Silas brought his hand up to my mouth. “Spit,” he directed.
I flushed. I knew what he meant, but still, the way he said it so nonchalantly. Damn.
“It’s for you,” he teased. “So you can take all of me, without tapping out.”
“I won’t tap out,” I retorted, irritated at his inconsistent treatment of me. One minute we’re equals, and the next, I’m being talked down to.
Silas eyed me as though he were about to eat me alive. Maybe he was.
“Then spit, so I can fill you up and make you scream,” he whispered darkly.
My heart slammed in my ribcage. If he kept talking like that, I was going to cum before we even began.
How could he have such an effect on me? His fingers teased the corners of my mouth, and I opened willingly, circling around them with my tongue.
He growled, removing his fingers and cupping his hand to my mouth.
I quickly forced saliva into his expectant hand before I had longer to psych myself out.
A low hum in his throat showed he was content.
His hand retracted, descending between my legs.
“Are you ready for me, Noah?” Silas inquired for the final time.
I resisted the urge to plead again, because I knew that would get him off before we even got started. Instead, I dug my fingernails into his arm, bracing.
“More than you know.”
SILAS
Even though Noah might not have realized it, my nerves were shot.
I think the only thing preventing him from noticing my nerves was his own. The way his voice cracked earlier and his insane heartbeat told me right away that he was anxious about this. His heart had been racing, loud enough that I almost mistook it for my own.
I wasn’t sure why, but something about Noah being nervous too, made it even worse. I’d spent so long thinking this day would never arrive. Now that it had, I wasn’t sure either of us were ready.
I was finding it difficult to focus on anything other than how fantastic he looked beneath me. If I wanted to cum simply by looking at him, I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive once inside of him. I was fully erect, and I could feel my blood pulsing there, throbbing for attention already.
“Are you ready for me, Noah?”
I journeyed my fingers to his ass, parting between his cheeks.
Grasping onto my arms he replied, “More than you know.”
I nearly moaned at his words. I wished I could plunge inside of him then. I wanted him to scream my name. Instead, I gently inserted a spit-covered finger into his ass. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning this time, as he tensed around the digit, his body shifting, rocking, adjusting.
Soon, that will be my cock, I thought. And wished I hadn’t. Fuck.
I gazed down at him, “Are you okay?”
“Course,” he mumbled, awkwardly, his cheeks reddening. I could tell my scrutiny was bothering him.
I fucking loved making him squirm.
In and out I went, slowly, with just one finger. He was tense. Too tense. I dipped my head down low to brush my mouth against his nipples. Pretty and pink. Aching for touch.
His back arched and I eased another finger into him. He sucked in a swift breath against my shoulder. “Silas…” he whimpered, his cock pressing into my stomach with each bend of his back, hard, ready and pleading for me. My own cock twitched in response to his pleasure.
I pressed deeper into him, reveling in his tightness, the way his hole seemed to suck my fingers in, trapping them there.
I needed to keep my head level, but watching him meld beneath me was sending me to the brink quickly.
He rocked greedily against my fingers, his lovely lips opening into an O shape. I picked up the pace ever so slightly.
“You look so fucking incredible, Noah,” I murmured, unthinkingly.
Suddenly, Noah’s eyes shot open, and I was mesmerized as his hand reached out, almost tentatively, his fingers wrapping around my cock. His eyes were primal, filled with hunger like my own. I stiffened as he closed a fist around me, stroking softly as I fingered him.
I almost lost it. For starters, the image of it all: Noah, gazing up at me like I was a fucking God, working my cock while I firmly claimed his ass.
But on top of this, there was a closeness I had not experienced before.
Noah was vulnerable in a way that I had only ever wished for.
Who the hell was I, and how could Noah have trusted me to do this to him?
Was it all just a damn dream? My thoughts kept chanting: Mine, he’s mine, mine, mine…
I was rapidly losing all sense of myself.
It was like I blacked out and my mouth was on his again, forcing my tongue against his, his lips molding around mine.
I smothered his groans. His hand abruptly ceased its pumping motion and he thumbed the tip of my cock back and forth.
Even through the fucking condom, I knew I had to be dripping with precum.
I snatched his hand away from me and held it above his head. “Easy,” I warned.
He smirked up at me, his old attitude surfacing momentarily. I was almost glad to see him more relaxed. His free arm wrapped around my neck to pull me in closer. “What? Can’t handle me? I thought you said you’d make me forget all about—”
I pressed a third finger into him and he wasn’t making coherent words anymore. I’ll get that back talk under control now.
“What was that?” I growled into his ear, rotating my fingers in a circular motion, massaging. “Say it again.”
His eyes snapped shut and his mouth hung open, straining, “I– mmmh–”
“That’s what I thought. Look at you. Taking my fingers like a fucking champion. I’m more than capable of handling you.”
I stayed just like that awhile, fingers buried inside of him, stretching him and making him writhe beneath me. The expression on his face made my mouth water. Noah wanted me, and he wanted this. And I was about to give him everything.
I halted my movement, carefully withdrawing my fingers from him. He choked on a gasp.
He was going to take all of me now.
“I can’t wait to hear you scream.” I gripped his hips with both of my hands, my fingers digging into the soft flesh above his pubic hair.
He winced, shuddering beneath me. My breathing was broken and chaotic.
I hoped he was ready, because I wasn’t going to wait anymore.
NOAH
I screamed. Twice. The first time, because after seeing his size, I hadn’t expected him to glide so completely into me.
“Ah! Fuck!”
Silas’s sounds were similar to my own. He clutched me forward, burying his moan into my neck. My body lurched against his at the sheer combination of pain and pleasure from his entry.
“F-fuck!” I clenched the sheets beneath my back as a form of something. Traction. Pain management. Shit, I didn’t know.
Thankfully, Silas waited for my body to adjust to him. Something I wasn’t sure he would do. My jaw tensed, and I tried to remove myself from the unpleasant feeling and place myself back into where I had been moments before.
“Christ, Noah.” He moaned again, and hearing my name roll off his lips in that manner helped. Silas brought his mouth back to mine, kissing me deeply, hips lifting back and returning slowly into me.
I winced, trying my hardest not to ruin the whole fucking thing.
Silas’s hand found my cock, eagerly stroking me while he thrusted at the same time.
“Does it feel good?” he asked between kisses.
I returned his question with my mouth, the exploration of my tongue against his.
My hands wandered up his chest to clasp around his shoulders.
I felt his low hum of satisfaction against my mouth, and I wondered if I had ever seen Silas this vulnerable, this immersed in pleasure?
His fingers trailed down my neck, chest, and then to my waist, resting back on my hip bones, leverage he used to push deeply into me.
My skin was hot under his touch, ignited by every brush of his finger tips.
I rotated against him tentatively, trying to find a rhythm, enjoying his sharp intake of breath as my hips jerked down to meet his thrusts.
A few more rounds of that and I was lost in the pleasure, focusing on the sounds we made and sensations jolting through my body at his touch. The gasps for breath, the moans and animalistic growling. I was absorbed in it all.
But suddenly, when I closed my eyes, I saw her face.
“I don’t want you to go through with it!”
Delane.
If I was so lost in this moment with Silas, why the fuck was I seeing her?
I could still see the horror on her face when I found her. Now here I was, fucking her attacker. Coming undone under his chest. Begging him to kiss and fuck me. The same person who caused her pain.
I squinted my eyes tightly shut, pushing her flushed cheeks and emerald eyes out of my head, letting myself roll back into the present position. But somewhere in the back of my head something was screaming: Wrong. Stop.
The screaming sounded like her. Like the night we met. That pretty face. She was messing around in my head again. I must have made some sort of sound because I felt Silas press his face into my shoulder.
“Say something, Hansen?” he crooned, his breath labored. His pace quickened.
I grunted a response, suddenly wishing the whole process was over. Suddenly feeling the burning instead of pleasure.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
David’s voice entered my mind.