18 - Lane
Lane
Every single one of my senses kicked into overdrive.
The poor light meant that Silas's body was my primary anchor. He pressed me up against the door, his lips seeking mine out again and his hands roaming around the layers of clothing that were quickly becoming too hot for me to stand.
A mix of soap and his natural scent filled my nose. I reached up and pulled off the tie he used to keep his hair out of the way and dragged my hands through the blond locks, savoring the silken strands between my fingers.
He slid his thigh between my legs and flexed and I gasped, covering my own mouth before I could make any louder noises that would get us in trouble.
As fond as Doug seemed to be of the guys, I was willing to bet he wouldn't be very happy to walk in and see us desecrating his storeroom.
But the pulse of pleasure that shot between my thighs was almost too much for me to handle. Silas pressed his forehead against my temple.
“I wanted you for so long, Lane,” he whispered, his voice rough as though his throat had been scraped raw. I tightened my hands in his hair, pinching my eyes shut. “Do you know how painful it was for me to pretend I didn't? For me to stop myself every time I wanted to touch you?”
I groaned low in my throat, shifting my hips above his thigh. He flexed his muscles again, rocking me against him and I whimpered at the pressure.
“Sy,” I gasped. “Sy, I need you to touch me now. God, please.”
“Yeah?” he asked, nuzzling into my neck. He dropped a kiss behind my ear and I bit my lip hard. “I can touch you?”
“Yes!” I said as loud as I dared. “Please, I need you to.”
“I don't just want to touch you, Lane.” Sy kissed me again, deeper this time. I lost my breath, holding onto him like I couldn't afford to let go. I didn’t know how it was possible for a man of his size and height and strength to be this gentle. He wasn’t like Dax who just took what he wanted, or like Bear who naturally directed the pleasure of the encounter with the same dominance he brought to the job site.
Silas brought a reverence to every kiss and touch that made my heart feel like it was about to tear itself from my chest.
He bit down on the shell of my ear and I sighed, leaning back against the door.
“I want to worship your body.” His hands slipped inside my pants, one gripping my ass and the other slowly teasing down my front over my panties. I sucked in a sharp breath and Silas moved his lips lower, his teeth and tongue mapping out erogenous zones down the side of my neck and jawline.
“I want to make up for every time I couldn’t find the courage to make a move.
” The hand on my ass gripped harder as his fingers began teasing my pussy.
He hadn’t even gotten past my underwear but I was already dripping.
I couldn’t help but helplessly roll my hips into his touch, my hand pulling on his hair as he continued to drive me crazy.
From the other side of the door, I could hear new voices, customers that had started coming in and the rush of panic heightened my arousal. Silas moaned, biting his lip as he dropped his forehead to my shoulder.
“I felt that. Stuff like this turns you on, doesn’t it?
” he asked, his voice husky as his fingers increased their indirect pressure on my clit.
It took every ounce of my self control not to let out the ragged sound I made in the back of my throat.
I could feel Sy’s smile on my skin. “That’s so sexy, Lane. ”
In the haze of excitement and pleasure, I couldn’t believe that this was the same sweet man who I’d gotten to know over the last month and a bit.
He didn’t sound like himself, the only familiar thing was the softness evident in his touch.
But I enjoyed seeing this side of him and I reached down to feel for the evidence that he was enjoying this too.
He grunted when my hand made contact and sunk his teeth into the exposed skin of my neck, a gentle bite that made me even wetter.
“Careful,” he panted. “Oh, I wish I could take my time with you right now. I wish I could take off your clothes and see every inch of you.”
I knew what he was getting at. As fun as this was, being fully naked was not the move with more people filing into the store.
We’d have to work with what we had and if I was honest, there was a part of me that was disappointed that I wouldn’t get to see him fully naked either.
But all disappointment and reservation immediately evaporated when Silas slipped my panties to the side and dragged a thick, calloused finger between my folds and over my bare clit.
I jumped in his arms, unable to stifle the yelp of surprise that escaped my mouth.
Sy leaned down gently nipped at my bottom lip.
“Quiet, remember?” he asked. “Please, baby, be quiet for me. Be quiet and I promise to make you feel so, so good.”
I was a puddle right now. His fingers continued to explore me, tracing the outline of my pussy and occasionally dipping a finger inside but never fully, never enough to satisfy the ache I felt the more his lips marked my skin.
I needed to feel just a bit more of him, and I tugged at his jacket, which he shrugged off before immediately returning to the task at hand.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my breathing now ragged. His other hand continued to knead my ass, and he was playing with my body like it was an instrument.
“Is this okay?” he mumbled, breaking away enough just to look at me.
Was this okay? I was about to lose my damn mind.
“What do you think?” The laugh I wanted to let out turned into a long, drawn out moan as he began circling too idle fingers over my clit. Another one dipped inside of me, little shallow strokes that had me seeing all the colors burst in my vision.
“I think I need to hear you say it,” he said. Begged, actually. He kissed my temple. “Please. I want to hear how I make you feel because to me, you feel perfect.”
My chest felt so full, I worried it would burst. Sy was still Sy.
I placed a hand on either side of his face, my thumbs caressing his cheekbones.
I tried to shove away the pleasure I was feeling, to focus on what I knew I needed to tell him.
With the limited available light, I could just about see those beautiful blue eyes.
Open, vulnerable, eager. I kissed him gently, not out of lust this time but pure affection.
“You make me feel amazing,” I whispered. “You make me want to lose control and I feel like I can because I trust you, Sy. I want you to make me come.”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
His mouth trembled, and I wasn’t sure if it was arousal or fear or him fighting the response he really wanted to give me.
But then his hands grew more insistent. His fingers began relentlessly toying with me, repeating the same patterns that snagged my breath and within less than a minute I was gasping against him, my entire body seized up by an orgasm that had me curling my toes in my boots.
My fingers curled into his clothes, trying to anchor myself against the blank slate of pleasure that had just wiped my brain clean of reason.
He gave my ass an affectionate squeeze, something that seemed so coy considering what he’d just done and then he chuckled and now I was ready to give every bit of this right back to him.
I sunk to my knees, tugging on his pants until I had access to his clothed dick—which by now was hard as a rock. Silas wasn’t laughing anymore.
“You dont…you don’t have to…” he began but when I leaned forward and pressed my open mouth against him, his words died on a groan and he threw his head back.
I mouthed his cock through his underwear, tasting a hint of precum through the material and it only made me greedier for more.
I moaned against him and his chest hitched.
“Look at me, Sy,” I demanded, putting my hands on either side of his narrow hips.
He obeyed, a look of fear on his face. I held eye contact and licked a long line across his shaft and he practically whined, a trembling finger reaching out to brush stray strands of hair from my face and tuck them behind my ear.
Even now he was gentle, squirming under my hands like he wanted to thrust but wasn’t sure.
I guided him, moving his hips back and forth as my mouth continued to tease him over the fabric.
He was panting now, shyly moving with me, his face as red as I’ve ever seen it.
He placed both of his palms against the door, his body forming a cage over mine.
So thoughtful, even when he was in the throes of pleasure.
I gave his cock one final lick, then rubbed my hand over him.
He jerked against me as I slid his underwear down, freeing his erection.
He was such a pretty mess for me, and I kissed his lower stomach, deliberately avoiding the place I knew he needed me the most. I slid my way up his body, then stepped back and lowered my own panties.
I stepped out of them, kicking the bundle of clothes off to the side.
Silas stared at me like I was something divine.
“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.
I crooked a finger at him, beckoning him closer.
He moved towards me like a man possessed, crashing his mouth to mine.
That was the final boundary he needed permission to cross.
He positioned himself between my thighs, his hands warm and heavy on my skin as he raised one of my legs and wrapped it around his waist. He slipped inside of me and I shuddered, a sharp bite of pain causing me to flinch as I adjusted to his length.
“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding concerned and freezing immediately. “We can stop right here.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warned, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. “Don’t you dare stop, Sy. It’s just…you’re…” I groaned, closing my eyes. I felt him throb inside of me, which was probably his only admission to pride in his size.
But he was patient, waiting until I was finally ready for him to move and then he did and everything around us melted away. I wrapped my arms around him, quietly moaning into his shoulder as my body began to unspool around his.
His breath in my ear came in faster and deeper, and I could feel his body trembling with the approach of his own release.
“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned out. “So perfect.”
I couldn’t say anything at all.
Just as I felt myself on the very edge of release, Sy stopped and gently lowered me down. I was about to protest when I saw the look in his eyes. He grabbed my hips, turning me around and facing me toward the storage room door.
“Hands on the door, baby,” he said, his tongue snaking out a bead of sweat on the back of my neck. I shivered, obeying the command and braced my palms against the cold metal.
The difference in angle forced me to press my head against the door and shut my eyes against the way he felt inside of me.
He knew just how to twist his hips the right way, sending my vision swimming with every thrust. I whimpered, and Sy immediately wrapped a hand over my mouth, pulling my back just enough for me to arch against him.
He didn’t break his rhythm, his mouth coming to my ear again.
“Please come for me, Lane,” he begged. “I need to feel you come for me.”
My body snapped, the coil of tension in my core unravelling as I screamed out against his palm.
He pressed his forehead against the back of my neck, still rolling his hips into me until he came too, my name a quiet whine on his lips.
I turned my head and he pressed his mouth to mine, low moans passing between us as my body squeezed around his.
Once we both managed to sort of recover, we laughed quietly in disbelief.
He brushed the tip of his nose against my cheek. “We should probably clean up.”
“How?” I asked incredulously, my mind still muddied from the explosive orgasms I just experienced at the command of the sweetest man alive.
He winked, kissing my cheek. “I know my way around here. Trust me, it’ll be discreet.”
“Because that’s been our vibe the entire time. Discreet,” I mumbled. Sy chuckled.
*
We leisurely made our way back to the Graystone, a happy, warm buzz around us that was quickly snuffed out once we actually entered the house.
The atmosphere changed instantly, even before we met up with Bear and Dax in the basement.
The two had started breaking through the concrete of the bathroom floor, leaving every surface coated with dust. The air itself tasted chalky and metallic, and jagged, heavy chunks of concrete were stacked to the side, exposing a layer of gravel and damp soil underneath.
“Well, you guys made a lot of progress,” said Sy, moving to place the bags of smaller accessories we’d gone to buy on the nearest available table. Bear looked up from where he and Dax were crouched over a spot in the middle of the rubble. When they looked up at us, I instantly felt the urge to run.
“I guess I can say the same for the two of you,” Bear said evenly, but his pointed look at me brought heat to my cheeks that was as guilty an admission as any. Dax’s gaze darted from Silas to me but he just looked down again.
“Sorry, Boss,” Sy said guiltily. The lines were already blurred about what he was actually apologizing for. “I know we might’ve overstayed our time at the store.”
“You did,” Bear replied, sounding almost disappointed. But then he pivoted back to Foreman Bear, waving both of us over. “But there are more important things to discuss right now. Dax found something.”
We walked over to join them and my mouth dropped at what I saw. There was a raw, two-foot crater in the gray concrete. At the bottom of the pit was a rusted, metal corner peeking out from the dark soil.
“What the hell is that?” I said.
“We don’t know,” Bear replied. “We didn’t want to open it until you got back.”
“Remember the issue with the subfloor I mentioned right in the beginning of the project?” asked Dax.
I nodded.
“We tore out that rotted wood platform Dax found,” continued Bear. “Underneath, the actual concrete slab was cracked wide open. Someone poured a patch job over a hole in the dirt, and Dax spotted the outline."
Dax didn't look up from the dirt. "It wasn't a bad patch job. It was a mask. Someone wanted this buried."
My mouth went dry but I refused to panic. There was no possible explanation for this that wasn’t at least slightly suspicious. “Can we bring it out?”
Dax nodded grimly and reached into the pit, cleared the rest of the soil with gloved hands and then yanked the object out.
The four of us all stared down at what looked like a heavy, vintage steel cash box, rusted shut and pitted from decades of ground moisture. I could feel all of their eyes on me, but mine were still locked on the box.
A million thoughts raced through my mind, questions about whether this was Uncle Ricky's doing or someone else entirely and if so, what could possibly be on the inside of it. Even more worryingly, why did it need to be buried in the foundation of my house?