Chapter 26 #2
His groan vibrates against sensitive flesh, making me shake, rocking against his mouth without meaning to, chasing the pleasure building fast. This is too fucking good.
Intimate, vulnerable, and erotic. Silas Huxley, the Havoc's star defender and frosty bully, is looking up at me with the fiercest look ever. It's just too much.
When I come, it's with his name falling from my lips and one hand fisted desperately in his hair. He doesn't stop, just keeps going until oversensitivity makes me squirm.
"Silas, please! I can't take it anymore..."
He finally whispers, "One more. Give me one more."
So I do. I close my eyes and roll my hips, groans and curses falling from my lips.
Another wave crashes through. I come louder this time, thighs shaking on either side of his head, my pussy pulsing.
When I finally shakily move to the side, his face is wet and eyes wild with satisfaction.
He pulls me to the floor, kissing me, and I giggle as I pull at his waistband.
Wednesday night, the bedroom becomes our stage. The full-length mirror against the wall frames us perfectly when Silas positions me in front of it.
"Watch," he commands from behind, still fully clothed. "I want you to see what I see."
His hands slide under my shirt slowly, cupping breasts through the bra, and the mirror reflects everything. How he toys with my nipples through fabric, how my body arches into his touch automatically. My pussy is wet and hot and achy for him already.
"Look at you, so responsive, so perfect for me."
He strips each piece of my clothing off slowly, deliberately, until my naked skin contrasts with his fully dressed form behind me in the reflection.
"Spread your legs." His hands urge my knees to part.
The mirror shows everything as his hand slides between my thighs, touching my glistening lips. I've never seen myself like this. A wanton woman being fucked by a gorgeous man. His fingers circle with practiced precision, finding my clit. My hips buck forward against his touch.
I suck in a breath. "Si, you're killing me."
It's not really a complaint. He's teasing me, going slow, taking his time.
"I know, baby. Don't look away. Watch yourself take my fingers. See how wet you are for me? You're fucking desperate for me. Do you know how hot that is?"
My cheeks burn, but I stare at my reflection, watching her getting fucked. He hikes my leg up and as I watch, he pushes two fat fingers inside my pussy, stretching me, filling me. I cry out, rocking my hips, pleasure building low and insistent.
"Fuck," I breathe. "It feels so good."
He's in my ear, murmuring, "You're so beautiful like this, taking what I give you, trusting me completely, letting me see all of you. You're such a good girl. Such a Pretty Girl."
Those words hit as hard as physical pleasure. My throat tightens. No one has ever said those words to me, let alone meant them. My pussy clamps down on his fingers. He swirls his thumb around my clit and I'm primed like a rocket, ready to blow.
Silas looks on with hooded eyes.
"Keep watching. I want you to see exactly what I see when you fall apart for me."
The mirror reflects everything as release crashes through me, my body convulsing, my eyes locked on our reflection. I watch myself shatter in his arms, feeling the most vulnerable yet somehow the safest I've ever been.
Thursday brings blindfolds and ice cubes trailing down heated skin.
His mouth follows the cold path, warming each spot until shivers become trembles.
Feathers trace patterns that make my muscles jump.
His fingers find places that make breathing impossible, his cock reaches that place deep inside me that no one else can touch.
Every sensation builds on the last until I'm begging incomprehensibly.
But he makes me wait, makes me sob with need before finally, finally giving what my body screams for.
In other words, he blows my freaking mind.
Friday transforms the entire apartment into something else entirely. Candles flicker on every surface when he comes home to find me in his jersey with nothing underneath.
"Fuck." He drops his bag, stalking toward the bed. He admires the jersey, lifting it up with two fingers. When he realizes that I'm bare underneath, his eyes snap to mine. "You wearing this for me?"
I nod, a smirk on my face. "Yes, baby. It's your reward."
"Keep this on," he breathes. "You're such a bombshell."
"Bossy." I climb out of bed and drop to my knees, looking up at him as I reach for the zipper of his jeans. "Show me how you taste, Si."
"You're the perfect woman, Scout." He looks at me like I'm the hottest thing he's ever seen. Plowing his hand into my hair, he says, "Now stick out your tongue and let me take control."
Saturday morning sunlight streams through windows, painting golden stripes across tangled sheets. Soreness marks every muscle in the best way, exhaustion mixing with deep satisfaction.
"How many items did we get through?" The question gets muffled against his chest.
The crumpled list appears from the nightstand. "Seven."
Smiling, I draw figure eights into the bare skin of his abs. Apparently, Silas isn't ticklish. "Not bad for one week."
"We have plenty of time for the rest. No rush." When I glance up, he's smirking. "It's not exactly hard having you here, Scout."
Breathing in his scent, courage builds in my chest again. "This week wasn't just about checking off the list, was it?"
Quiet stretches between us for a beat. "No, it wasn't."
"Then what was it really about?"
"Trust. You trusted me enough to show me that list. You let me see what you want without hiding it. That's a big fucking deal."
"Can I tell you something?" I catch my lower lip between my teeth. "You might not want to hear it. It's awfully relationship-y."
Si considers me. "You can always tell me what's going on in that head of yours."
I suck a breath, gathering all my courage. If I don't say this now, I might never say it. And I hate the idea of Si not knowing how I feel.
"I'm falling for you," I confess. My heart is beating fast.
His breath catches audibly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." I prop up on one elbow and bring his face into focus. "Is that okay?"
He looks so serious that I'm surprised when he says, "More than okay, because I'm falling too. I have been for a while now. How could anyone not love you?"
My eyes well up. If he only knew how easy it was for some people. I sigh, "Oh, Si..."
The kiss he presses to my lips tastes different, soft and sweet, nothing like the desperate hunger of the past week. This feels deeper, scarier and thrilling in equal measure.
When we finally get so sleepy that neither of us moves or talks, I realize that I can't remember the last time I checked the Twinge app. Two weeks? Three?
I reach for my phone, and Silas glances over at me. His voice is raspy when he asks, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah. I just need to send something quick."
I open the app and navigate to my messages with StatMan12. The last conversation was weeks ago. It’s funny. Around the time that Silas and I got together, StatMan went dark. Life is weird like that sometimes, like a convergence in the space time continuum.
Scrolling through our last few conversations, I don't feel guilty about the silence. I don't wonder what he's doing or if he's thinking about me.
I just feel... done.
I type quickly, not overthinking it.
Yoga4Lyfe
Hey. I'm seeing someone now. It's going really well. I wanted to let you know I'm not interested in continuing our friendship, if you can call it that. Thanks for the conversations. Take care of yourself.
I hit send, then immediately put down my phone without waiting for a response. I don't need one. In a few days, I’ll probably delete the app. Whatever I was looking for when I downloaded Twinge, I’ve found something way better.
"All good?" Silas asks.
I toss my phone back on the bedside table and snuggle closer into his side. "All good."
Lying in the dark next to Silas, I take a moment to feel lucky that I’m dating someone who seems to genuinely like me, is willing to be seen in public with me, and generally doesn’t lie or hide behind a sexy profile pic.
A girl could get used to this.