Chapter 14
. . .
Silas
We left the cocktail bar without saying goodbye to anyone.
Vesper grabbed her purse and jacket, and I took her hand, leading us out into the Seattle night air.
And as I scan my thumbprint—because I’m cool and sophisticated like that—to enter my apartment, I’ve no idea what the hell will happen next between us, although I couldn’t be clearer on what I want.
This girl. Beneath me. All fucking night.
Despite us knowing each other for years, Vesper has never been to my place, and as she steps foot inside the living space—which is styled in a Norwegian finish in white and dark browns with exposed pipework—she does a full spin to take it all in.
“Remind me why I’ve never been here before?” she asks with hearts in her eyes.
I knew Vesper would like the decor in here, and I’d be a liar to claim that I wasn’t thinking of her when I had it designed a year ago.
While we’re both American, I know she’s always had a fascination with Scandinavian countries and styling. I remember buying her a fur throw for the couch one year for Christmas, although I didn’t see it again after a couple of weeks. A hungover Kane likely puked all over it or some shit like that.
Unable to keep my hands off Vesper any longer, I stride toward her and plant my hands on her hips. In knee-length black boots, black tights, and a plaid miniskirt, she looks cute as fuck. A Rogues jersey—which I wish were mine—is tucked into her waistband.
“Because you kept me at arm’s length for way too long.”
Through dark lashes, she peers up at me. Vulnerability, anticipation, anxiety—they’re all present and summarize my own emotions perfectly.
“We both silently knew we could never go there. Not with Kane in the picture.”
I drop my forehead against hers, hands shaking as I hold on to her. “And now that he’s no longer a part of the equation?”
Vesper rises onto her tiptoes, lips barely brushing mine. “I guess we’re free to do as we please.”
“And what would please you, Knockout?” I whisper into her mouth, our lips still not kissing.
One small hand traces down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in its wake until she pauses her fingers over the buttons on my shirt.
“Take me to bed, Silas. I want you to be the first man who shows me what it can be like. How good it can be between two people.”
“Ves,” I whimper quietly, “you have no idea how good I’ll treat you.” I slide my hands up her sides and then over her shoulders, peeling off her black jacket and dropping it to the floor.
Vesper’s fingers find the small zipper at the side of her skirt.
“No,” I instruct, brushing my lips over hers in a way that shoots electricity into every extremity. “Leave that poor excuse for a skirt on for me.”
I swear I hear her whimper, too, when I fall to my knees and pull her pussy toward my face, inhaling a sweet scent that I’ve been craving like a starved animal stranded in a desert.
I dip my head beneath her skirt, pulling her tights between my teeth.
“Oh my God,” she gasps when my hot breath fans her center.
“Are you wet for me?”
When I press a kiss against her apex, Vesper’s body relaxes enough for me to hook one of her legs over my shoulder. Her tights look new, but I can buy her another pair when I ultimately spoil the shit out of her in the near future.
“Holy fuck!” she yells when I tear her tights apart at the seam, exposing a black thong.
Running my nose over her heat, I’m powerless to prevent the possessive growl as it reverberates in my chest. Nothing—no one—has ever twisted me up like this girl has.
So many fantasies during late-night scrolling sessions through her social media or long showers, gripping my cock to thoughts of how good she’d feel in my hands.
None of it came close to the real deal in front of me at this moment.
Still on my knees, I pull back and stare up at her. “Do you want my fingers or my tongue first?”
Vesper’s eyes are hooded, blue irises practically black. “Eat me until I come.”
I always expected my queen’s mouth to be filthy, but Vesper never fails to shock me in the best way possible.
With my eyes still locked on hers, I dip my finger beneath her panties, slick wetness coating my skin before I bring it to my mouth and let her watch me sample a meal I never thought I’d have.
“Make me beg for you.”
She pushes a tiny hand through my hair, tugging sharply at the roots. The sensation stings yet contrasts perfectly with the addictive taste of her cunt on my tongue.
“Do you like pleading for the women you want?” Her voice is dark, almost devilish.
I serve her needs only.
“No.” I slowly shake my head. “I’ve only ever gotten on my knees for one woman in my lifetime, and I’m looking at her right now.”
Vesper pulls harder at my hair, and I moan at the pleasure.
She digs her heel into my back, throwing her head toward the ceiling when I pass another finger through her soaking pussy.
It’s dripping now, desperate for me to play with it all night.
“Beg for me, Si.”
Just like I did with her tights, I tear at Vesper’s thong.
“Let me suck on this perfect, needy clit, baby.”
My rough thumb rips a shaky inhale from her lungs. She’s growing wetter with every second, and, fuck me, does it feel so fucking good because I know every drop is a product of my actions.
All this is for me.
I take her swollen clit between my teeth, biting down on it gently. I knew the sensation would drive her wild, but I didn’t anticipate what would happen next as pleasure courses through me and my balls tighten in response.
“Fuck, Ves …” I swallow thickly, letting her arousal slide down my throat.
Her eyes drop to my pants. They’re dark, and they give nothing away. Still, she should know the effect that she has on me, even if it means admitting to a lack of control in her presence.
I’m not inexperienced in the bedroom at all, but it’s been a long-ass time since I’ve been with anyone.
Vesper deserves to revel in the power she wields over me, over my body whenever she’s in my vicinity, especially now that I’ve stolen my first taste of her.
“I just blew in my pants.”
Delight spreads across her face, reflected in her voice as she asks, “Like, fully came in them?”
I press the tip of my pointer finger against her entrance, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Are you mocking my inability to hold it together around you, Vesper?”
She reaches down, wrapping her hand around mine and guiding my finger deeper until I’m all the way inside her.
I stroke her once, and my cock twitches in my pants. I might’ve already come, but I was never in any doubt over my ability to get hard again.
I think I could come a thousand times, and I’d still be ready to go again straight afterward.
“How about another?” I ask, a second finger poised and ready to dive inside.
She moans low, gushing over my hand when I take that as a yes and slide it home, curling my fingers along her front wall.
“Oh fuck.” Vesper’s voice is thick as I pump in and out of her from below. Her underwear and tights hang open around my hand like a testament to the years of my desperation. “I think I actually might come.”
I pause my movements, and she whimpers a protest.
“Why do you sound surprised?”
She cocks her head to one side, and the flush creeping down her neckline has nothing to do with the sexual precipice she’s dangling over.
“He …”
“Vesper,” I bite. Jesus, I fucking hate picturing my girl with another man, especially my brother, but I downright despise what I know she’s about to reveal. “Are you trying to tell me that Kane never made you come?”
She closes her eyes, and even in my barely lit living room, her flushed skin turns noticeably redder.
“Vesper,” I demand again.
Not waiting on a response—because I don’t fucking need one—I retract my fingers, suck them clean, and gather her into my arms.
I march us down my hallway until I reach my bedroom at the end and kick the door open, tossing her onto my mattress.
I like my bedroom minimal and clean, with painted floorboards, a light wooden bedframe and nightstands, and white linen bedding.
When I flick on the floor-level lighting, the room is bathed in a soft glow, and my girl looks freaking stunning as she lets me undress her in silence.
The last item of clothing I remove is her lacy black bra before she’s naked and sprawled out on the bed.
Still a little flushed but smiling so fucking big at me.
“I knew you’d look perfect in my bedroom,” I say, crawling over her body as she rests back on her elbows, hair dragging against the bedsheets as she gazes up at me with wide eyes.
I capture her mouth with mine, my tongue swiping along her lips before she opens for me, and I take the kiss deeper, dick now busting to break free from my pants.
Sex can wait. I need answers and orgasms before I get to have my own.
“I need to know,” I whisper, setting a kiss on the bridge of her nose, “when was the last time a guy rocked your world or even made you come?”
“You don’t want to know that.”
I shake my head. “I really do.”
“No, you don’t,” she insists. “Details of me with another man will only hurt you.”
I exhale a deep breath. “I already know you’re not a virgin, so you won’t be telling me anything new.”
Pure uncertainty stares back at me, and I kneel between her legs, interlacing our fingers and kissing each one on her left hand.
“Silas.”
“Vesper, you asked me to beg earlier, and I’m not past doing it again.”
She watches me work my mouth between her full breasts, which make the perfect handful. Vesper’s skin is fair and flawless. She has the tiniest love heart tattoo etched into her left hip, and I pay it some attention with my tongue.
“I’ve climaxed before, just never at the hands of anyone else. It’s always been with a toy.”
My lips hover over her navel, pure rage threatening to swallow me whole. My hands shake, and I know she can feel it since my fingers are still threaded through hers.
“Tell me you’re fucking joking,” I growl against her stomach.
Her silence is answer enough, and I work my way back up her body until our mouths are millimeters apart, eyes boring into each other.
It feels like Vesper’s looking into my soul.
Perhaps that’s the case because I feel fully possessed by her.
I think that’s been my reality for a long time.
Only now, I have a chance to let my emotions run riot.
“I never joke about sex,” she murmurs against my lips.
“My whole life, I’ve been waiting for that special connection.
One that’s toe-curling, earth-shattering, mind-blowingly unforgettable.
” She breathes a relaxed breath into my mouth, and I swallow down her words.
“I think that’s why I’ve never orgasmed during foreplay or sex. ”
“Because you’ve been waiting on something more?”
After a small beat, she nods.
I swallow. Hard.
“That more you’ve been searching for is me, Ves.”
When I release her hands from mine, dainty fingers find the zipper on the front of my pants.
She’s ready for me. Tonight.
“Then make me come,” she pleads, voice heavy with lust as a warm palm slides inside my pants, wrapping around my hard dick. “Show me everything I’ve been missing.”