6. SUNDAY — SAN JUAN, PUERTO RICO #3
Silas looked up at me, his cheeks burning red. The feral desperation had melted into a sudden, vulnerable shyness.
“Cal… please. Can I fuck you first? I want you to ride me.”
I froze and my heart slammed violently against my ribs.
I rarely bottomed, and I’ve never ridden his cock.
The terrifying thoughts of being completely exposed while straddling him under the harsh hotel lights, not knowing how to control the angle or the depth, felt incredibly daunting.
I didn't even know where to begin in that scenario.
The idea of me, as large and muscular as I am, being the one hovering over him just felt… strange.
“Silas,” I began, but paused when I heard how insecure my own voice sounded. “I’ve never… I don't know how to do that.” The confession sounded pathetic even to my own ears. I was the one who normally led, but right now, we were in uncharted waters.
“I know,” Silas said softly. He gently pulled my wrist, guiding me closer.
His voice was a thick, warm blanket of absolute reassurance like this role reversal was natural.
“It’s not as bad as you’re thinking. I’ll guide you.
If you really don't like it, we can stop.” The absolute devotion in his eyes silenced the panicked ghosts in my head. I couldn't say no to him.
“I haven't done…that, since January.” That was the night we finally made things right. I'm pretty sure I felt Silas in my damn throat, he fucked my ass so hard. Honestly, I'm not even sure it was intentional, but I loved every minute of the pain.
His thumb rubbed soothing circles against my inner wrist. “I know you haven't. We’ll go slow,” he assured me.
. “Why do you want this?” I asked, partly because I wanted an answer, and partly to prolong the fact my ass was about to ache for a good couple of days.
“Because the thought of you on top of me, giving me every piece of you after a week of being apart is the sexiest fucking thing I can think of. You have no idea how many times I jerked myself off in the shower this past week to that thought, since you weren't able to touch me.”
My face erupted in heat. Silas had this effortless, devastating way of completely dismantling my defenses, and the terrifying part was how damn well he knew it.
That was his gift. Si never had to try hard to crawl straight under my skin.
He didn't have to say a damn thing normally.
A single, dark look from him could make my cock painfully hard in seconds.
But when he actually spoke those filthy things into existence, instead of letting my mind fill in the blanks? My god, I was a goner every time.
I crawled onto the mattress, lying flat on my stomach with my face turned into the pillow. If he wanted to be the one in charge tonight, then I was going to take full advantage of surrendering.
Silas shifted until he was behind me. He didn't rush, just leaned down and pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along the ridge of my spine. Meanwhile, his large hands kneaded the remaining aching tension out of my lower back.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his hot breath hitting my skin.
When he reached the crease of my ass, he traced his tongue along the divide before sinking it into my tight hole.
My hips ground into the mattress as he ate me out slowly, thoroughly.
I groaned, my hands fisting the bedsheets.
I was supposed to be the dominant one, but I couldn’t deny that submitting and letting him stretch me with his lube-slicked fingers, felt unimaginably good.
He hit my prostate with a gentle rhythm, murmuring dark, sweet praise into my ear until I was a melting, moaning, and pliable mess.
“See? You’re doing so fucking good already, baby,” he whispered, his lips appearing once again against my ear.
I moaned at the sensations, my cock leaking heavily against the sheets.
This was definitely growing on me, being the one to submit.
Without warning, Silas removed his fingers, and a pathetic and needy sound escaped my lips from the empty feeling.
“Come here,” Silas coaxed, rolling onto his broad back. “Straddle me.”
I hesitated, my mind racing as a thousand different ways this couldn't go right flitted through my head.
What if I did it wrong? What if it wasn't as good as Silas thought it would be? What if me in this position wasn't as sexy as he’d made it out to be in his head?
Seconds passed before I moved, crawling over top of his massive frame, my knees bracketing his waist. Silas still had the plug in, providing a constant, fullness that made his own cock weep thick drops of pre-cum over his stomach.
He reached up with one hand to grip my hip securely, his thumb pressing into my hipbone as he held his shaft and guided me down.
“Fuck.” My head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as his blunt head breached my tight ring. The burning, agonizing stretch of his cock sinking deep inside while gravity pulled my 250-pound frame down was entirely new, completely overwhelming, and painfully perfect.
“I’ve got you,” Silas assured while holding me steady, balancing my weight effortlessly. “God, Cal. Look at how you take all of me. You’re so beautiful like this.”
I started to move, lifting my hips and sinking back down.
Every time I bottomed out, his cock rammed against my prostate, sending a blinding shockwave straight to my spine.
Small bursts of exquisite pleasure radiated into my lower back and spread across my groin.
It felt like Silas’s cock was beyond the capacity of what my body could physically handle, but stopping wasn't even on my mind.
The sensation was too pleasurable, too mind-blowing, to ever tell him to stop.
“You’re so fucking big.” Leaning forward, I braced my hands against his chest as I looked into his worshipful eyes. “It’s so hard to take all of you,” I gasped. My internal muscles clenched tightly around his girth, milking him every time I took him to the hilt.
A feral groan tore from his chest, vibrating all the way down into my bones as his hips snapped up, burying himself inside me with punishing force.
My eyes locked onto his face as I clamped down around him, watching the exact moment the dual friction of that buzzing plug and my own tightness totally ruined his control.
He was moaning my name like a prayer, his head thrashing wildly against the pillows.
His pace turned into a frantic, desperate blur, his muscles knotting beneath my hands the closer he got to falling over the edge.
Not yet. He’s not allowed to come yet.
The moment Silas’s hips locked to erupt inside me, I planted my hands firmly on his chest and forcefully shoved myself up and off his cock.
“Cal!” he screamed, his eyes flying open. His body was shuddering violently from the sudden loss of friction. “Wait, what—”
“You had your turn,” I growled, landing gracefully on my feet beside the bed. With a dark, wicked smirk, the dominant in me slammed right back into the driver’s seat. “Now it’s mine.”
Silas whimpered in devastated frustration, his hands fisting in the sheets as his leaking cock twitched in the open air.
I grabbed his ankles and flipped him forcibly onto his stomach, dragging him backward until his hips were at the edge of the mattress.
Grabbing the base of the silicone plug, I jerked, ripping it out of his ass with a wet pop.
“This is my ass.” I hit the floor with my knees and buried my face between his spread thighs.
Aggressively, I dragged my tongue over his gaping, slick hole, listening to his tantalizing wails.
His fingers twirled around the sheets as I ruthlessly ate his ass, the faint residue of the lube and his own musky, needy scent clinging to my tongue.
I pulled back just enough to grab the bottle of lube off the nightstand.
Squirting a generous dollop of it directly onto my fingers, I slathered it aggressively over his wrecked, twitching hole.
Working two fingers deep inside his ass, I made sure his tight walls were perfectly slick, ready to take what I was about to give.
Moving quickly, I grabbed the gleaming, gold-plated Championship belt out of his bag.
I flipped Si onto his back. His eyes went wide as I climbed over him, dropping the heavy, cold leather and metal directly across his waist. The black straps lay on either side of him as I gripped them, pinning his hips down with my weight, effectively trapping him beneath the championship he had bled for.
“What are you—”
I drove my thick cock into his ass in one brutal, unforgiving thrust. My pubic bone cracking sharply against his cheeks.
“Oh, fuck me!” Silas screamed in a chaotic, beautiful sound of pure shock and blinding pleasure. The plug had kept his hole perfectly agape, and I wasted no time driving myself deep inside to fill him completely.
“You wanted to edge me the other day?” I purred darkly, pulling my cock almost all the way out before slamming back into his slick hole. I held the belt tight across his stomach so he couldn't buck up to meet me. “You wanted to deny me?”
“Cal! Oh, God, Cal!”
“Hold the straps,” I barked, my voice cracking like a whip over the sound of our skin slapping together. “Hold them down, and do not let go.”
Silas’s hands flew to the thick leather, gripping it tight enough that his knuckles turned white.
His hands now occupied, I reached between our slick bodies, and while my cock pounded his ass, I pressed my thumb against his full ring.
With a little push, it slipped in, joining the buried length of my cock.
Silas’s brain must have short-circuited. He let out a glass-shattering wail as his eyes squeezed shut and hot tears spilled from his eyes. The increased stretch due to my multiple appendages ravaging him, appeared to overwhelm every nerve ending he possessed.