Chapter 43
FORTY-THREE
SILAS
Nah, there was nothing fair about this. Brinley on her knees for me.
Stunning face tipped up in my direction with all those wild curls raining around her.
Gold-flecked eyes brimming all that fiery intensity.
Once again looking like autumn riding in on a hurricane.
“Wildfire.” I mumbled it. Word nothing but guttural praise.
Knew she was going to burn my world down the moment I saw her. There was no longer any question about it.
“Is that what you want? You want my cock stuffed down your throat?” The hungry words scored off my tongue.
Brinley’s entire body quaked, and she stroked me from root to tip. Just that bare attention nearly sent me over the edge.
“I want to make you feel as good as you made me.” The admission was breathy.
There was the truth. That goodness seeping through the temptress who’d been sent to do me in.
Possession pulsed through my being, and I brushed the pad of my thumb over her lips. “You want me to fuck this smart, sexy mouth?”
She swallowed hard, woman quivering with nerves and greed.
Fuck, I needed to remember to be careful.
She was trying to push herself. So ready to set herself free. That was exactly what I intended, but I couldn’t get selfish in the middle of it.
She stroked me again, murmuring, “Yes,”
before she leaned up and sucked just the head of my dick between her full, lush lips.
I nearly came, and I hissed as I tightened my hands on her jaw. “Fuck, Brinley.”
She peered up at me for a blink, held, hesitating maybe, checking herself, before she came to a quick decision and dove all the way in.
Taking me all the way to the back of her throat.
I nearly blacked out from the pleasure. Punched in the face. Kicked in the gut.
She sucked and licked as she drew back out and then plunged back in again.
An electric charge zinged through my body, tightening my muscles and prowling up and down the base of my spine.
“Brinley…shit…so good. How can one mouth feel this fuckin’ good?”
She moaned around me, and it sent the vibrations rolling through every molecule in my being.
Chills lifted across my skin.
Fuck. Didn’t think I’d ever felt anything as perfect as this.
Her hot tongue and wet mouth.
I let her set the rhythm, which was just fine considering this woman was a phenom at giving head.
Stroking and sucking as she took me as deep as she could.
Rising up on her knees before she sank down to devour me all over again.
She worked me straight into a stupor.
Hijacking my body and mind.
Thoughts captive. Slanting in directions that I knew better than to contemplate.
To places where maybe I might be good enough and I didn’t have that bastard’s blood running through my veins.
A curse that claimed and haunted all of my days.
“Just like that, Brinley. This smart mouth…so good. So damned good. Have me in the palm of your hand, don’t you? Exactly where you want me.”
The words that left me were nothing but praise, and I wondered how it was possible that she’d come to own me.
Body and soul and hands and teeth.
The number of bunnies who’d gotten on their knees for me. Climbed on my dick to give me a ride.
There was no comparison to this.
Nothing that could compete with the feel of Brinley’s mouth. Her lips slick and gliding over my cock.
Brinley mewled a desperate sound, curled her hand around my base, trying to get more of me in, mumbling a slew of incoherent confessions that I couldn’t make out but felt, anyway.
Her own praise and pleas and need that she injected directly into me. Like she held the full tap on this insane connection.
Pleasure flickered and glinted behind my eyes, and her movements turned a bit erratic as she coerced me to the highest heights.
“Brinley…is that what you want to be? My good girl on her knees for me?”
My girl.
A property patch on her back.
I tried to shove that abhorrent thought to the back of my mind. Beat it into submission.
But maybe whatever was happening here was just as stark.
The way our gazes tangled and our souls linked.
My hips began to rock in time with her.
In sync.
Taking every bit of what she was offering.
Knowing I didn’t deserve it but wishing I could be that man, anyway. Hoping to give her back a little of what those bastards had stolen.
I took her a fraction deeper with each stroke.
Until she was swallowing and gurgling around me as I thrust into the warm well of her mouth.
Again and again.
Surging as I fucked.
But it was my heart that was fucked.
Way she looked up at me with those eyes in pure vulnerability.
Giving herself.
Her trust.
Her surrender.
So I took it.
I gripped onto her beautiful face as I rocked into her.
Brinley fully surrendered, taking the outsides of my thighs and hanging on as she let me have my way.
“Brinley…fuck me. Fuck me. So good. So good.” It tumbled out of me on a torrent.
A confession.
Truth that she had done me in. That I didn’t understand any of this and I wanted a piece of it, anyway.
Sweat slicked my skin as I pounded harder.
A claiming.
Possession.
Brinley was moaning and squeezing her thighs together as the energy crashed and thundered.
A storm.
This hurricane we had no chance of stopping.
A flashfire that had come from out of nowhere.
“Wildfire,” I choked, body bowing as a dam somewhere inside me broke.
It was a complete rendering as I split.
“Brinley.” Her name was nothing but a roar as an orgasm unlike anything I’d ever felt before ruptured from within.
Cock pulsing and pouring as I fractured apart.
She took me as far as she could as I trembled and shook. Woman lapping and licking me through the oblivion.
Some secret part of me cracked open wide as I stared down at the pandemonium that she was.
Turmoil and longing and a wild, free heart.
Eyes a vortex of desire that sucked me down to the pits of who she was. A mirrored screen that gave view to the fiery desperation that had written her in strength and obstinacy.
All while it was so blatantly obvious that need still pounded through her bloodstream.
Stirred back up by what she had given me.
I had her swept off the floor and propped on the edge of her desk before either of us could make sense of the action.
In a flash, I was on my knees and spreading her thighs and shoving her undies aside so I could get to the sweetness underneath.
Mouth delving deep into the sweet heat.
Eating her like she was my last meal, wondering if there was a chance that I could have the same kind of impact on her as she had on me.
Her hands jerked at my hair as my name was whimpered from her tongue.
“King. King.”
Except it was that nickname that she’d given me, and my chest was stretching to the point of pain, heart trying to break free of its confines.
My fingers stroked home, my cock that was still hanging from my pants screaming for the chance.
But Brinley’s head was already dropping back, and she released the longest moan, body going rigid before it gave way to full-blown tremors.
Rocking and raging as she squeezed and throbbed around my fingers once again.
Her nails sank into my shoulders and ripped at my cut and dug into the nape of my neck.
Perfect, pained bliss.
A frenzy had taken me over.
No rationale or logic left as I kissed up over the fabric of her dress. Belly, chest, and neck. A total fucking fool as I made it to her mouth, on my knees as I kissed her without any sense.
Her heart raced the same stampede as mine, those fingers tugging at my hair as she kissed me back.
Tendrils of something profound wisped around us.
Wrapping us in newfound chains.
A fettering that was only going to make the goodbye so much worse.
But I was pretty sure Brinley Webber would be worth every ounce of pain.
“Silas,” she breathed into my mouth.
“Wildfire,” I murmured back, sucking that sweetness down.
Almonds and apples and cream.
I held her that way for a little bit before I finally asked, “You good?”
She exhaled a shaky laugh. “I don’t think I could even stand right now my muscles are so blissed out.”
“Good.” I pecked another kiss to her lips, then I curled my arms around her waist and lifted her off the desk. Her legs dangled below her, the tips of her toes barely brushing the ground as I held her against me.
My bare cock still pressed between us as I swayed her back and forth.
Yeah, no one had ever accused me of being romantic.
Except she exhaled this soft sound as she burrowed her face in my neck, warmth saturating me through as she whispered, “You make me feel good, Silas Mercer. Inside and out.”