11. A Done Deal #2
I waited for the warmth of Silas’s mouth to engulf me.
I could picture those thin wet lips parting to take in my fullness.
My hand twitched, eager for the moment when I would fist it within his hair and force myself further inside him.
My whole being was rigid with anticipation.
But the feeling never came. Instead, I felt Silas tracing the scars on my hips and thighs with his finger.
The many grooves were always a hot button topic of discussion when I slept with someone new.
Would Silas ask about them? They say scars never fully heal.
Mine now looked like sharp lines of white, flickers of a memory I sought to bury each day.
I made up my mind that if he did ask I’d lie rather than expose the torture that had been enacted upon me as child.
That was just easier. My eyes fluttered open to see that Silas was back on my same level, staring at me, looking smugger than ever.
“Or maybe, other places,” he finished, smiling.
I stood there, mouth agape, my whole body trembling with need. Was this part of the game?
“I’m sorry,” Silas gasped innocently, starting to stroke a steady rhythm up my thigh. “Did you want something, Noah?”
I shook, unable to take my eyes off his damn mouth.
Images of him biting my lip, the pain mixed with the pleasure, flashed through my mind.
At this point, I was clinging to the dresser behind me for dear life.
What was it about Silas that kept reeling me in like a fish, stupid enough to be drawn by the same bait again and again? I didn’t understand it.
I’d always imagined what it would be like.
Fucking him. Since we were teens. But Silas wouldn’t touch me then—hell—he barely treated me like I existed.
He was so consumed with his priorities and the rivalry between our families, that when we did see each other, it was brief and usually consisted of our normal sarcastic and demeaning banter.
I had always presumed his disdain for my family and their occupations would have added to his contempt of me.
Now, here he stood, half clothed in my bedroom, painting my body with kisses.
And damn, did I have a craving for the taste of him.
I wanted to see what the rest of his body looked like under those loose fitting grey slacks.
Silas Thorne: The hardened businessman, the untouchable, and the closeted.
I almost snorted to myself at the last one. What it must be like, having to hide all of the time, repress urges, living a lie.
Then I stopped mid thought, because I was living a lie too, in a way. We were more alike than I’d care to admit.
Silas seemed to read my mind, because he took my face in his hands. “It would be a lie if I told you I had not envisioned this day. I’ve been through this scenario in my mind, countless times.”
“Have you now?” My lips instinctually parted, and I drew my arms up to his chest.
His thumbs dug into my jawline, his fingers nearly wrapping entirely around my neck as he held my face steady. “I’ve dreamt of the day that I would finally have you spread before me. Hard cock and tight ass.”
I nearly came undone at his words. Somehow, I had always known that I was the object of Silas’s ire. His words just confirmed every fleeting moment of passing in our youth, every side eye, every tense interaction. Each of these moments Silas was thinking of me?
“How come you’ve never mentioned–” I started.
“It wasn’t the right time,” Silas interrupted. He angled his gaze into mine condescendingly, as if I should’ve known why. “Our age never lined up the way I wanted it to.”
I chuckled. Oh, proper Mr. Thorne. Worried about corrupting little ole me.
The age gap between us was only four years; he was twenty-three and I was nineteen.
Despite that difference, I had known from early on what Silas’s interests and escapades were.
We’d often cross paths at the same clubs or bars.
Of course, I was there illegally. I guess it made sense now why he would ignore me when we did come into contact.
Had I known the extent of his desire for my body, I might have fucked him sooner.
“Why don’t you just,” I tilted my head in an irresistible, innocent gesture. “Give me what I want and kiss me?”
Silas’s eyes sparkled
“I know you want to,” I added with a lick of my lips.
“Because you haven’t earned it.”
I shifted my hips, creating a friction between us. Silas hissed with pleasure.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” I murmured seductively.
“You obey, that’s all.”
I liked those odds. I nodded my understanding. “Yes sir,” I said, and a fire ignited behind Silas’s orbs.
“Beg for what you want, Noah. I want to hear it from your pretty little mouth.”
I fidgeted. He was about to have me perform.
Like when we were in the alley, my fingers glided along his sides and rested at the seam of his pants. But this time, I clearly saw and felt his well-defined core muscles and the hip bones that extended down into the waistband. “Please.” The sound was hardly loud enough for him to hear.
Silas flashed me a look that read, You’ll have to do better than that.
I leaned forward, my teeth lightly grazing past his neck to his ear, slowly slipping his pants down at the same time. “Please?” I sigh, a little louder this time. Silas’s hands instinctively pulled me closer to him.
“That’s more like it. Keep going,” he coaxed, his low throaty command nearly causing my heart to stop.
I continued, gently sucking on his throat, leaving dark, purple marks all over his perfect skin.
I enjoyed marking him. The slight quiver in his form told me that he was cracking, that he wanted it too.
I wanted to draw him closer and closer to the edge.
I needed him to understand that even though I was following his orders, I was in control.
I had power over him.
He would give me what I wanted, and I reveled in knowing that he couldn’t resist me.
“Silas,” I let out a soft moan, one that I hadn’t realized had escaped. “I need you, please.” I buried my face in the crook of his neck, letting my hands wander along the planes of his muscles, caressing his tattoo, sailing lower and lower. He took a deep breath and pulled back to analyze me.
“All of that,” He blinked. “For a kiss?” He was awestruck.
“Did it work?” I asked, cupping his face, prepared to take what was mine.
Silas brought his mouth within centimeters from touching mine. “I didn’t know you wanted my lips this much,” he taunted before pulling away, yet again.
I growled and forced my hands into his hair, yanking him back. Silas grunted and raised a brow at me.
“Just fucking kiss me already,” I ordered.
The world shifted and we collapsed onto the freshly made bed, Silas pinning me down effectively.
My back to the blankets, his body on top of mine.
He crushed his lips into mine, capturing my breath as his own.
My mouth opened to receive him and my hand grabbed the back of his head in an attempt to angle him closer.
I raised my shoulders off the bed to find the traction I needed to overtake him.
He broke from my hold, slamming me back into the covers.
“You’re not the boss, Noah,” he asserted, and grinded his hips into mine, drawing out a ragged moan from me.
“At least,” he winked. “Not this time.”
DAMIAN
“Damian, dear?” Mother called calmly from the back seat.
“Yes?” I glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.
She laughed sweetly, using her compact to apply more make-up to the bruises on her cheeks. “I know we’re almost there, but I left some of the important papers back at the house. Do you think he’ll mind us being late?”
I sighed and pulled into an adjacent lot. We’d have to turn the car around and head back, and that was going to take some time. “Better to be late and prepared,” I said, trying to make her feel better.
“I’m sorry, honey.” She shook her head. “I feel so silly.”
“It’s not a problem. Noah should be finishing up his meeting by the time we return. He can let me in.”
NOAH
There was only a thin garment of silk separating us from the final act.
Silas’s boxers.
I groaned. What a troublesome article of clothing.
I was thinking of ways that I could possibly remove the annoying barrier when my wish was finally granted, Silas raised himself off of me, reaching down to his pants that had found their new life in a mismatched pile on the floor.
His hand held a condom when it returned.
Silas placed the foil in his mouth before shedding his boxers seamlessly.
I propped myself up on the bed, partially horrified and half mesmerized.
I was going to look; I was beyond the point of modesty.
I held my breath. He was big, bigger than I thought he’d be.
All the touching and foreplay leading me up to this hadn’t quite prepared me for what I knew I was about to take.
Silas eagerly observed me studying him. He tore the packet open swiftly, gliding the condom down and onto his erection in one fluid motion.
He crawled back on top of me, inching down until our mouths gently brushed.
I peered up at him quizzically, my obsidian meeting his moonstone for what seemed like the first time.
Silas dipped his face back to mine, our mouths meshing tenderly.
This form of kissing I had never experienced before.
It was smooth and slow. Delicate. It was a weird feeling.
I sighed and allowed his tongue to enter, to explore.
I had to admit, the sensation was amazing.
I wasn’t sure how much more of this I’d be able to handle.
The burning started slowly and grew, until I felt blind with fury and pleasure.
Fuck, I needed touch and I needed it now or I was going to lose my mind.
I forced Silas closer, dominating every inch of his perfect mouth.
In return I received a snarl and felt Silas clasp a hand around my cock.