2. Mr. Thorne #2
And…what else was that in there?
Fear?
I met his stare with my own, half lidded, and a little cock of my head. “Do you want me to stop?”
Silas growled and roughly grabbed my hair, yanking my head upwards to crush our lips together.
His switch flipped so fast, I didn’t even have a moment to process that he was actually kissing me.
I stumbled into his grasp, unable to fight him off even if I wanted to.
My hands cupped his face, and I pushed open his mouth with mine.
A strangled moan rewarded me and his tongue dove between my parted lips.
The sweet fragrance of weed still stained our breath as we pressed together.
The waters were boiling.
The two behind us laughed nervously, thinking the sudden display was due in part to our impairment. “Dude, they are totally faded!” I heard them hoot.
Perhaps, those guys were right. I was feeling the effects of all my choices.
My head was light and I felt as though I was watching my body from above.
My blood reverberated beneath my skin. But Silas and I knew what we were doing.
The initial shock of my successful tease had worn off, and I became very aware of our shift in surroundings.
We crushed against the smooth wall of cinder block that I knew so well, the cold concrete sending a shock into my back.
Silas’s chest pressed hard against my own, our bodies entangling and meshing.
I ran my hand through his hair, yanking his bun free, and felt him grunt against my mouth.
His kisses grew more demanding, desperate and aggressive.
Without warning, he bit my bottom lip like an animal, drawing blood.
I released an almost inaudible gasp. My heart quickened and time froze.
The pain was delicious.
We broke for air, and he admired his handiwork: the thin line of red dripping towards my chin. His chest heaved, and his eyes darted from my bitten lip to my widened eyes.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he admitted throatily.
I couldn’t speak. I was barely getting enough air as it was. I flushed at the thought of how I must look—hair tousled and carnal.
Ever so slowly, Silas leaned back in, dragging his tongue across the trail of blood before returning his lips to my mouth. My lip was already beginning to swell, but I kissed back, despite the throbbing. The taste of iron mixed with our saliva.
Holy fuck.
I doubted my choice to provoke him. It was becoming clear that this was more than a simple crush.
This was desire.
Silas wanted me and I had more than poked the bear.
My mind started to wander, and abruptly, I became keener to the shadows engulfing us, the silence of the outside world, and how the roads were devoid of people, cars, and noise.
The street lamp in the alley way was the only source of light, and a low humming sound emitted from the half lit bulb.
Apart from that, the only music in the dead of night was Silas and me scuffling, pushing, and rasping against each other as if we had never fucked anything before.
Silas forced my head backwards, launching an attack on my neck with his mouth. A soft moan escaped my lips. The feeling was exquisite. Through his jeans, I could feel the strain of his erection. His free hand strayed from my face to my chest, my hips, and then…
A voice rang through my innermost conscience.
“Let me see what you’ve got there…”
My eyes shot open, like someone pulled a trigger, and I pushed Silas away roughly. The reaction happened almost instantaneously, shocking even myself.
“Enough,” I ordered, my hands pressed firmly against his shoulders. My arms stayed stretched outward, keeping him at bay. Our breaths were ragged and shallow, filling the silence of the night around us. My chest felt heavy. What had just come over me?
Silas’s eyes were wide with shock, one of his hands still grasping onto the back of my neck and the other, on my left wrist. His grip was iron, and I couldn’t break away. We were at a standstill, him trying to bridge the space between us, and me, attempting to flee.
“Enough?” Silas repeated, as if he couldn’t believe the word I used.
I nodded cautiously, trying to maneuver out of his grasp as I did so. My heart pounded. The space between seemed compacted, and I kept hearing that voice echoing in my ears. My brain had thrust me into flight mode, without warning.
I clenched my eyes shut, trying to force the creeping memory out of my head. This memory haunted me.
And Silas had triggered it somehow.
A wave of sickness flooded through me. Soon, I would be dispelling more than just the memory if I didn’t get the fuck out of here.
“I have to go...” I murmured softly, judging my position, looking for a way out. I felt suffocated.
With an angry growl, Silas slammed me back into the wall, chips of the hard slab flaking off and falling into my hair from the force of it. The air rushed out of my lungs.
“You have to go...and leave me so unsatisfied?” Silas hissed into my ear.
The world spun, but I managed not to slip into the murk of my own head. The emptiness in my pockets where I reached at times like this was uninviting. I wished I had another smoke.
“I could take you right here, right now,” Silas threatened. “And you’d love it.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of my predicament.
Silas didn’t have the balls to rape me. And he was probably right; I would enjoy fucking him.
However, if our little encounter was leaked, it wouldn’t be good for either of our reputations.
His especially. By the look in his blazing eyes, he knew it too.
All he wanted was to seduce me into going home and sleeping with him.
And it wasn’t going to work. Not tonight, anyway.
“You’re not going to do shit.” I shot off quickly with a click of my tongue.
“What the fuck–” Silas snarled. “You think I can’t?”
I gradually sensed my return to Earth, to my body, and to control. Right now, I had to maintain power to prevent my panic from setting in. So, I took a deep breath once. Twice. I relaxed the tension in my arms and steadied my body. I opened my eyes and confronted Silas’s fixation.
Ordinarily, I would’ve conceded that the intimidation act was fucking attractive as hell. Had my mind not played tricks, I’d be all in. For now, I needed to keep myself sane by taking this situation into my own hands.
Fine, you want to play? I thought. Let’s play.
“Do it then, Silas,” I whispered.
I took a moment to savor the dumbfounded expression I received from him.
Although I had almost forgotten about their existence, the two thugs behind Silas grew uncomfortably quiet.
They continued to mumble to each other, looking back at us hastily.
They shifted nervously, unsure of where to place their gaze, but all too understanding that they looked completely out of place here in the alley behind the bar.
I smirked and pulled Silas closer until our groins were touching, and placed my lips to his neck, dragging my tongue across the pale skin.
Silas barely made a sound. “W-What?” he stammered.
I pressed feather light kisses to his jaw, my buzz trickling up my cheeks. I was starting to feel numb. “Take me. I want you to. Here. Now.”
I rather enjoyed playing games like this, it was true. I loved to call the shots. I loved to have potential partners writhing at my feet. Being in charge made me feel like I could push the rest of the terror away. The shit that no one saw. The nightmare fuel that I hid behind my eyes.
I could hear Silas’s nervous swallow and see the beads of sweat beginning to form on his brow. His eyes darted to the two men behind us. “But–” he began with a shaky breath.
I let out a chuckle and raised my eyebrows. “Are you scared of what they would think?” I gestured with open arms. “Maybe we could all just fuck out here, huh?”
“Noah,” Silas warned with a low growl.
I angled my head over his shoulder, catching the eyes of one of his hires. “What do you two say?” I called out sarcastically, feeling absolutely wanton. “Interested in an alley way gang bang?”
The taller of the two remained silent and looked away, while the other’s lips curled into a snarl. “Never in a million fucking years,” he spat.
I flinched and looked back at Silas dramatically. “Oops, guess I offended them.” I said with a lift of my shoulders.
“Fuck you, Hansen,” Silas ground out through clenched teeth. He was embarrassed, but he didn’t pull away from me. His face was a mixture of anger and lust, an expression I was familiar with. He tensed against me, his grip finally loosening. I heard his heart pounding louder and louder in his chest.
My lips curved up into a sneer.
Now, I have you.
“Well, if you insist,” I said.
Without thinking any longer, I grabbed Silas’s collar, pulling him into me and forcing his mouth open with mine. I am going to claim every part of it, I decided heatedly. He didn’t resist—I had no doubt that he would. We continued our forbidden dance unabashedly.
Without warning, Silas whirled me around.
My head was still reeling from the kiss as my right hand and cheek met the solid, brick wall and Silas’s chest and body pinned me from behind.
Hands wrapped quickly and roughly around my waist. When I looked down, I saw that Silas had already started taking off his belt and undoing his own pants.
“Wait over by the car,” he snapped over his shoulder to his groupies.
Ah, shit.
I inhaled sharply. This was not as I planned. All the coaxing in the world would’ve never convinced me that Silas would go this far, considering the audience.
“Wait, wait–” I couldn’t breathe as his hands slipped down my pants, the belt emitting a sharp clang as it hit the asphalt beneath us.
It was all going so fast.