9. SAN JUAN INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, PUERTO RICO // THE REED LAND, NORTH CAROLINA #4
Silas’s eyes blew wide, his pupils taking over every inch of color until only darkness looked back at me. He understood.
I was the one who always took control, it’s where I thrived. But right now, under the harsh light of this wrestling ring, I wanted to be completely vulnerable for him. To give every part of myself over to him, again.
Silas’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Well, it’s a good thing I came prepared.” He reached into the pocket of his discarded sweatpants and pulled out three small, silver packets of lube.
I stared at the packets, then up at his face, and burst out laughing. “What the hell? You were planning this the entire time? When did you even buy those?”
“I’m a strategist, Cal.” He grinned, flipping me over until I was lying flat on the canvas. “I plan for every outcome.”
The laughter faded, bleeding into an intoxicating silence as Silas crawled over me, his knees bracketing my hips.
Reaching up, I pulled him down by the back of his neck, but instead of kissing his lips, I flipped us again.
First, I wanted to worship him. I dragged my lips across his chest, trailing open-mouthed kisses down his ribs and their fading bruises, soothing the ache with the heat of my tongue.
I shoved his briefs down his thighs, freeing his hard length, and took him into my mouth in one fell swoop.
Silas threw his head back, and a loud moan ripped from his throat.
The sound bounced off the metal walls of the building, raw and unrestrained as I took my time.
Using my tongue, I traced each thick vein, swirling around his head, before swallowing him deep.
I wanted to drive him into a state of complete mindlessness.
To show him exactly how much I loved him.
“Cal, fuck, wait,” Silas gasped, his hands tangling in my hair, gently but firmly pulling me back. “Need…inside…now.”
Breathless, I let him go. My own cock throbbed painfully against my stomach as I crawled off him and lay on the cold canvas.
Silas moved quickly, ripping the silver foil open with his teeth.
He coated his fingers, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that screamed his devotion to me.
He kneeled between my spread legs, bracing his weight on one hand next to my head as he hovered over me, keeping us face-to-face.
Slowly, he slid two fingers inside me, and I hissed, my hips lifting off the canvas instinctively.
“Look at me,” he whispered in an incredibly soft, incredibly sweet tone.
I opened my eyes and met his gaze.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured while adding a third finger and scissoring them slowly to stretch me further. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you,” I groaned. “Please, Si.”
My man didn’t make me wait. He lined himself up, the head of his cock brushing my hole teasingly, and with one hand gripping my hip, he pushed forward.
A sharp gasp tore out of my throat as he filled me. The stretch was intense, burning for a split second before melting into an absolute, mind-numbing fullness. Silas froze, his arm trembling as he held himself above me and let my body adjust to the invasion.
“You okay?”
“Move,” I begged, wrapping my legs around his waist to lock him in. “Please move, baby.”
A low animalistic sound came from the hollows of Si’s chest as he began to thrust. It was slow, agonizing, and beautiful.
With every thrust he bottomed out inside me as skin slapped against skin in a wet, rhythmic cadence that filled the empty building.
Our chests brushed with every movement, the friction sending sparks across my skin.
He leaned down and buried his face in my neck, his hot breath gusting over my collarbone.
“You feel so good,” Silas moaned. His pace picked up, each thrust growing harder, more desperate. “So fucking tight for me.”
“Harder,” I whined, my hands sliding down to grip his ass, pulling him deeper into me. “Give it to me, Si. Fucking claim me.”
Silas obliged, snapping his hips forward with a brutal, driving force that knocked the breath out of me again and again.
It wasn’t gentle lovemaking anymore. It was a desperate, passionate claiming.
Every time he hit the sweet spot inside me, white light exploded behind my eyelids, and I swear I heard angels sing.
Lost in him, completely untethered, I rode the wave of pure pleasure.
I reached down, wrapping my hand around my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
Silas noticed, and his eyes darkened impossibly more. Swatting my hand away, he wrapped his hand around me usinga slick, tight grip that matched the brutal rhythm of his hips.
“I’ve got you. I take care of you,” Silas panted, his sweat dripping onto my chest. It was too much. The sensory overload was blinding.
“Si—baby, I’m close.”
“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice thick with erotic dominance, and dipped in raw love. “I need to come inside you. Please, baby, let me fill you up.”
“Fuck, come inside me.” I sobbed, completely broken by the request. “Yes, yes. Fill me up. Do it.”
Silas drove into me three more times, fast and merciless, his thumb pressing hard against the head of my cock. I screamed his name into the empty tin can of a building, my back arching violently off the mat as I came. The intensity left me paralyzed, my muscles seizing in the aftermath.
A second later, Silas let out a wrecked, roaring groan. He slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt, and shot his cum deep inside me. I could feel his hot release as it filled me up, marking me and claiming me in the most primal way possible.
Now dead weight, he collapsed onto my chest, his heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. We lay there for a long time, the cold air of the gym unable to touch us over the oppressive heat of our tangled bodies. The only sound for miles was our ragged breathing.
A slow laugh bubbled up and out of Silas’s chest. I cracked an eye open, looking at the messy curls plastered to his sweaty forehead. “What?” I rasped.
Silas lifted his head, a wide, delirious smile on his face. “We literally just fucked in a wrestling ring. Like some weird, unhinged fan-fiction fantasy.”
I stared at him for a second before a loud, barking laugh tore out of my throat. I couldn’t help it.
It was absurd.
It was poetic.
It was perfectly us.
“We did.” I chuckled on an exhale. Wrapping my arms around him and squeezing him tight, I kissed his sweaty forehead.
The cold silver of his grandfather’s ring pressed against his skin, eliciting a patch of goosebumps.
“Well, I guess if we’re going to be degenerates, I’m glad you’re the degenerate I’m marrying. ”
Silas rested his chin on my chest, looking up at me through his eyelashes, completely content.
“You know, husband,” I smirked, letting the word roll off my tongue. It tasted like absolute victory. “If you tell anyone we christened your dad’s training ring like this, I will legitimately murder you.”
Silas laughed, the sound bright. It rang through the dark metal building like a shockwave of happiness chasing away the shadows. “Your secret is safe with me, Kincaid.”
“It better be,” I murmured, pulling him up for one last, lazy kiss. “Now, get off me.”