8. Silas #2
I wait, slowly stroking my cock as Jack sucks in a ragged, desperate breath. One word leaves his lips, wet with spit and rough against the quiet:
“More.”
I drive back into him, burying myself deep down his throat. I wrap my hand around his throat, giving it a firm, grounding squeeze. I can feel the thick line of my cock pressing against the skin beneath my palm, and I hear his breathing turn frantic and shallow.
I hold still, feeling him shift slightly closer into the pressure, and I tighten my grip just a fraction, restricting his air completely as I watch him. I keep my eyes locked on his hands.
Two fingers.
Instantly, I pull out, stepping back and letting the air rush back into him.
“Enough. I need to fuck my boy,” I growl.
Reaching for him, I lift him, pulling him flush against my body. His skin burns hot against mine, his head dropping heavily onto my shoulder as I hold him there, his breath coming in ragged pants while my fingers trail slow, heavy lines down his spine.
My rock-hard dick twitches against his, and I thrust forward, our lengths sliding together with a wet, heavy friction.
Slipping my hand down to his lower back, I shove his hips hard against mine, snapping up into him. Jack falls right into the desperate rhythm, and we stand locked together, our cocks grinding in a friction that leaves him whimpering softly against my shoulder.
Pleasure surges through me, my nerve endings humming with that sharp edge of pain and release that only Jack can pull out of me. He grazes his teeth lightly against my shoulder, a quiet, familiar signal that he’s close to the edge.
I step back quickly, my chest heaving as the cool air rushes into my lungs. My eyes lock onto my boy, trembling and desperate where he waits for me.
He whimpers softly, the sound fracturing as he begs me.
“Sol. Please, I need to come. Need you.”
A dark, hungry heat surges through me as I step up behind him.
I lean down, my mouth hovering over his ear, and I whisper, “I’m going to break you open and take every inch of you, Jack.
And if you even try to pull away, if you even think of holding back a single whimper—I want your groans, your sounds, your breath, and Jack,” I lift him, shifting his weight and placing him firmly on the mattress, “I want your fucking hole.”
I guide him onto his knees, helping him until his head rests against the sheets, his arms still locked in my steel. When he arches his back instinctively, presenting his ass high in the air, a rough moan tears out of me at the sight.
“Perfection, Jack. Fucking perfection,” I whisper, pressing a hot, reverent kiss to his lower back.
Kneeling behind him, I reach down and pull his cheeks apart, dragging my nose slowly up his crease and inhaling the deep, musky scent of him.
With my tongue, I drag a long, wet path from his sac all the way to his tight hole.
I circle my tongue deliberately around the sensitive rim, licking him in slow, soaking sweeps until I hear his breathless, desperate cries—half begging me to stop, half pleading for me to keep going, pushing him right to that overwhelming edge where pleasure turns to agony.
His hips rock restlessly against my face, chasing the friction of my tongue.
“Silas… please… so close…” His words are shattered and needy, begging for mercy, begging for me to let him come.
I sit back on my heels behind him, my gaze locking onto the absolute ruin of him. The handcuffs gleam bright against his skin, the black silk blindfold wrapped tight across his face, his hole body slick and wet from my spit.
“Fucking stunning,” I breathe, my voice thick with a raw, consuming awe.
My eyes trace the tight lines of his back and thighs.
I know I’m completely mesmerized by my dove—by the way he yields, the way he holds himself together just for me, the way he responds to every word.
“You are an absolute masterpiece, Jack. Every single inch of you.”
“Sol, please… I’m right there… fuck me.” His voice breaks into a jagged sob, his forehead pressed hard against the mattress as his whole frame shakes. “Please, Silas… don’t make me wait.”
“As you wish, baby,” I whisper against his skin, sliding forward to take what’s mine.
I grab the lube, slicking up my fingers, and his body jolts forward when my fingers circle his wet, aching hole, and I slowly press one inside, my free hand resting heavily on his lower back as I draw a low, shuddering groan straight from Jack’s chest.
He thrusts back against my hand, taking my finger deep to the knuckle as I hunt for his prostate. The exact second my finger pad brushes over the sensitive bundle of nerves, his entire body seizes and jerks hard beneath me, muscles locking solid.
He screams out, a raw, piercing sound, as I press and rub against it again.
I let out a low, dark chuckle, the sound vibrating right against his damp skin.
“You beg so prettily, dove,” I whisper, curving my hand as I slide a second finger in beside the first, stretching him wider before easing a third inside.
I scissor my fingers apart, opening him up layer by layer until he’s slick and roaring for me.
“Patience, boy. You know I’m not small, and I don’t want to hurt you,” I add, my voice dropping into that firm, grounding tone he knows he has to obey, even while my fingers work relentlessly to prep him.
Jack throws his head back, his voice thick with reckless abandon. “I don’t give a shit, Silas. Just fuck me already.”
He whines, a miserable, broken sound. “I’m sorry. Please, Silas, please,” his hips shifting frantically as he tries to chase the contact, seeking me out.
I keep my hands to myself, letting the silence stretch between us. Every ragged breath he takes echoes in the quiet room, his body trembling with the unbearable ache of an unfilled need.
“Good enough,” I murmur finally, leaning in close so he can feel the heat of my breath against his skin.
Reaching down, I position myself at his entrance, pressing the heavy head of my cock against his slick, aching heat. I don’t push in yet—just let him feel the blunt, teasing weight of me, keeping him right on the edge of breaking.
A shiver runs right through him at the question, his muscles tightening before he forces himself to nod against the sheets.
“Yeah,” he breathes, the word a little rough around the edges. “I’m good, Silas. Ready.”
I stroke my thumb soothingly against the sensitive skin of his ankle, letting the quiet settle between us for just another heartbeat before I slide my hand up to grip his hip, anchoring him firmly in place.
“Good boy,” I murmur, aligning myself against his entrance.
I press forward slowly, letting the thick, hot head of my cock part him, stretching his tight, aching walls inch by inch. I don’t rush it; I give him every second to take me, letting him feel the heavy, overwhelming size of me filling him right up to the hilt until I’m buried deep inside his heat.
A shudder ripples through him, his hands clenching tight against the cuffs as I fill him completely, stretching every inch of his hot, tight walls until he’s completely wrapped around me.
I hold still for a heartbeat, letting him adjust to the heavy, overwhelming weight of me buried deep inside his heat. My hand rests firmly on his hip, anchoring him while my thumb strokes soothing circles into his skin.
“That’s it, dove. Take it,” I murmur, my voice low and thick against his ear.
I pull back slowly, just enough to let the friction burn, before sliding back down with a deep, deliberate thrust. Jack gasps, his forehead pressing harder into the sheets as his hips instinctively rock back to meet mine, chasing the rhythm.
I start building the pace, steady and relentless, driving into him with a heavy, sliding cadence that draws breathless, broken moans straight from his chest. Every time I hit his spot, his whole body seizes, and I lean down, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his shoulder as I fuck him harder, harder, letting the heat take us both over.
I stop, holding myself completely still inside him, giving him the time he needs to get used to me, to stretch around my size. I’m not a small man, and I take my time with my boy, letting him adjust to every single inch.
“Fuck, Baby, you take me so well.” I say, tracing a finger in tight, wet circles right around the edge of his stretched rim.
Jack cries out, throwing his back into an arch before dropping flat against the bed as his pants turn heavy and desperate.
I push the rest of the way in, not stopping until my balls slap hard against his.
Grabbing the vibrator, I lay it against his hole, as my finger hooks just inside his rim, teasing and testing the tight skin stretched around my base.