23. Ride #2
I let my head fall back when the warmth of Silas’s hand closed around my cock. “Yes,” I moaned.
“I want to hear you say it,” he growled, giving me hard, unforgiving strokes.
“I want...you to fuck...me,” I rasped, air non existent.
Silas seemed to be enjoying the show. “And how do you want it?”
I gasped out an incoherent reply, the words trapped in my throat.
“Answer me,” he ordered, squeezing.
“H-Hard,” I let out a groan, as the pace at which Silas was torturing me was rapidly pushing me over the edge.
I wished he would slow down, just a little, or I was going to end up cumming in his fist.
“Do you want it like this?” Silas asked huskily.
I managed up enough energy to shake my head and place a hand over his wrist, temporarily halting his harsh movements.
“T-Too fast,” I choked out.
Silas was silent, but he complied, slowing the pace of his taunting hand. My eyes fluttered closed, and I knew he was observing my expressions. I was sure every sound I made was music to his ears.
And I didn’t care.
“Mr. Thorne?” Came the driver’s voice from an intercom on the door of the vehicle.
I nearly whimpered in disappointment when Silas’s hand stilled. He looked at the blinking light on the built-in device. He reached over, pressing a button.
“What is it?” he grounded out through clenched teeth.
“Umm...well...you have a call waiting for you on Line One...” the nervous voice explained.
I watched, horrified, as a smirk crept up the corners of Silas’s mouth. I shook when those shining eyes set back upon me.
I was his prey.
And I was about to be taken down.
“Thank you, I will take the call in a moment.”
The intercom grew silent as well as everything else. I waited in suspense for what the next move would be, unsure of what I should say or do.
Silas clenched his hand tight, causing me to dig my nails into the top of the leather seat on either side of his body.
“Not one sound,” he purred before using his free hand to place an earpiece in his ear. He pressed another button on the door.
My mouth dropped. Was he serious? I didn’t have time to think about it, because I got my answer soon enough.
Silas chuckled into the phone as he eyed me sinisterly. “No, I can talk.”
I bit down on my tongue as Silas began jacking me off again. This pace was perfect, giving me goosebumps. Just thinking about how his hand rose and fell, gently brushing the tip of my cock with his thumb while he held a full fucking phone conversation.
I whimpered. Fuck.
“Really? Interesting.” Silas pressed a silent kiss to my chest. “Hmm. I really can’t be of much service; my hands are so full right now.”
I would have laughed at the hidden meaning if he hadn’t been the full Silas was talking about.
“No. You’re right. That would be devastating to me.
” Silas spoke calmly, as though he had nothing to lose.
I, on the other hand, was withering in his grasp, desperate not to make any noise for fear that the person on the other line would hear.
Not to mention when Silas gave me orders that I didn’t follow, it typically had consequences.
Good thing I enjoyed following these kinds of demands.
Pressing my face into Silas’s shoulder, I muffled a moan that I could no longer keep down. How did this man expect me to be silent when the sensations soaring through me made me want to scream?
My body shook violently and I clutched tighter onto the seat. My hips ground into his grasp now, eagerly. I really wished he would hang up the phone.
“That’s just terrible.” I felt his lips parting against my throat, smiling. “Funny. I’ve now heard from you both on the same day, it’s such a pleasant surprise.”
I closed my eyes, concentrating.
“Same to you,” Silas said happily before ripping the earpiece from his ear and slamming a fist against the door intercom.
I gasped in a breath, finally able to make noise, bringing my body up to meet his hand. “Si–”
Silas swallowed my moans with his mouth, hot and seeking.
I pressed into him full force, trying to show not only my satisfaction, but my anger for the torment he subjected me too.
I fought the battle of control, winning as he melted against my body, allowing my tongue to force deeper into his willing mouth.
“I’ll kill you for that,” I rasped out between kisses, unable to get enough. “Someday.”
We parted only so that I could pull Silas’s shirt open, half of the buttons popping off from the seams. They scattered about us.
“Will you?” Silas coaxed, trying to regain his breath.
I grinned. “Yeah, I will. But for now,” my eyes shot to his pants. “Off.”
Silas licked his lips and I lifted off of him temporarily so that he could slide his pants down. “Yes, Master Hansen,” he conceded, his stiff cock already protruding out from his boxers.
I crawled back on top of him, hooking my legs over the sides of his thighs. “You got that fucking right.” I crushed my mouth back into his.
“Mr. Thorne?”
Silas’s eyes flared.
“Leave it,” I pleaded, and our lips met once again in a fury of lust. Silas obliged, his hands now gripping against my ass, his fingers trailing between my cheeks, teasing.
“Mr. Thorne? If you’re listening, this is very important...”
“I swear to God,” Silas roared, fighting to pull away from me, his forehead nuzzling mine. He nearly punched the intercom. “This better be fucking amazing, Lee. This is the second time you have disturbed me today.”
There was a nervous mumbling sound from his driver, resembling the sound of static. I ignored the distraction, kissing Silas roughly, pressing my hips closer to his cock.
“We have arrived at the hotel. You’re Uncle is growing very impatient inside. He would like to have a word with you...now?”
Silas cursed against my mouth, this time unwilling to hide his aggravation.
“Now?”
“Yes, Mr. Thorne.”
Silas’s hands slowly left my skin. I stilled atop of him, gazing down at the destruction of ourselves in the back seat. Silas seemed to be doing the same. He ran a hand through his hair. “Well, fuck.”
“Excuse me, sir?”
I knew it was over when Silas attempted to fasten the few buttons still attached to his shirt. I sighed and rolled off of him, readjusting my cock into my boxers before slipping up what was left of my pants.
“Perhaps, a rain-check then, Mr. Hansen?” Silas questioned, noting with a jerk of his head that the intercom was still on.
I had half a mind to blurt out something that would get the both of us in a heap of trouble, but decided against it.
I nodded, trying to make my hair look presentable once again.
“That’s fine, Mr. Thorne. Thank you again for your...
kindness.” I smiled at the pause. I was searching for a suitable word but didn’t quite get it right.
Silas chuckled. “Lee?”
“Y-Yes, Mr. Thorne?”
“You will take Mr. Hansen back to his estate, if that is what he desires,” he ordered, taking hold of the door handle.
I almost laughed at the way he looked. His shirt was lopsided and ruined, the buttons almost all gone and refusing to close properly.
It looked like a nightmare underneath his very proper suit jacket.
Like a drunkard who couldn’t quite get dressed on his own.
Silas glared at me, but couldn’t help but crack a quick smile as well. He knew he looked ridiculous.
I shrugged. He could consider it payback for ruining my jeans. I couldn’t even find the fastener to close them. Christ.
I looked up at him. He was already standing outside of the car and leaning in to peer at me.
“See ya,” I whispered, reclining against the leather.
Silas rolled his eyes and grabbed me by my neck, tilting my head back to deepen a silent kiss.