Everett
HolyshitcouldSi Sloanekiss.
It was a beautiful thing, hotter and sweeter than I’d ever imagined, not that I’d ever allowed myself to imaginethis.If imagining him putting his arms around me was a betrayal of Adrian, this wouldbe…
No. Not today, Satan.For once, I was just going to enjoysomething.
I ran my fingers through the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck that felt like silk between my fingers. I concentrated on the slide of his tongue against mine, and the way his arms were braced around my waist and shoulders, pressing us together from chest to belly. I inhaled the sharp tang of pine and the warm, clean scent of Si that had roughly the same effect on me as that goddamn waterfall, erasing every other memory and every othersmell.
I wanted to lose myself in him, and I let ithappen.
I pulled back, breathless, to study his face. I traced the curve of his eyebrow and the tiny, fascinating little scar at the edge of hislip.
“Fistfight?” Iwhispered.
“What?” He sounded drugged, and I loved it. “No. Uh. Football. Cut it with mytooth.”
“You played football?” I demanded. This seemed like crucial information somehow, something I needed to knownow, in this moment when I had him backed up against a tree at the edge of aforest.
When he nodded, his nose bumped against mine, making this stupid conversation almost unbearably intimate. “Widereceiver.”
I didn’t give two shits about football on any given day, but now all I could think about was Si, with his shoulders already as big as the other guys even without his pads, his muscular legs bulging out of his tight pants, and that hyper-focused, predatory look in hiseyes.
The look he was giving menow.
I pulled his head down and kissed him again and swallowed hisgroan.
It was the easiest thing in the world to trace the side of his neck with my lips, to tease the edge of his shirt with my chilly fingertips. His whole body jerked like I’d electrocuted him, and it was insanely powerful to know I’d caused it. I let my palms coast down the hard planes of his chest, pull the shirt from his waistband, and then coast up again, feeling each individual muscle of his stomach contract as I grazedit.
My tongue found his earlobe and the salty taste was so real that I bit down on it,hard.
“Fuck, Ev!Fuck. What shouldwe…?”
But this was not a time for questions, because the easy ones led to the hard ones, and I had no answers for any ofthem.
“Shhh,” I said, pulling back just far enough to catch his eyes, which were nearly black in the shadows. I stroked my thumb over the scar on his lip again, then tasted it with my tongue. “Shhh.”
I sank to my knees and my hands went to the waistband of Si’s pants. He frowned down at me. “Ev,wait…”
But I didn’t want to wait any more than I wanted to talk. For once, I wanted to break the rules, because following them hadn’t helped me anyway. I wanted to feel, I wanted to makehimfeel.
I unzipped him quickly, pushing his pants down to his thighs and nuzzled my face against the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. He was only half hard, but he hissed like he was already on the brink of something. He reached down and grabbed two handfuls of my hair like reins, a move I'd always hated but which right now set me onfire.
“Everett. Talk to me,” Silas demanded, yanking on my curls, and I groanedloudly.
Fuck, that felt good. If Si thought that pulling my hair was going to be a deterrent, he was so, sowrong.
I ran my nose along the front of his underwear, my breath blowing warm against his cock, which was perking up with gratifying speed. “How about less talk, more action?” I whispered against him. He frowned, but his eyes had glazed over and I was pretty sure he had no clue what I was talking about. “Do you want me to stop?” Iteased.
He shook his head, probably purely out of instinct, and before he could change his mind, I grinned up at him and curled my fingers under the waistband of his boxers. “Good,” I said, and then Iyanked.
His cock slipped out and whacked me in the face, which was apparently the hottest accident that ever could have happened, if the predatory look in Si’s eyes was anything to go by. His mouth firmed, his frown disappeared, and this time when his fingers tightened on my head, he was urging me forward. “Do it,” he whispered. “Please.”
Oh, yeah. I smirked and wrapped my chilly hand around the base of him, then licked a broad stripe up the underside, holding his gaze the whole time. He shivered and inhaled a huge, stuttering breath, like his lungs had forgotten how to work. I could just imagine how the hot and cold felt together, and I wanted to give himmore.
Sex was supposed to be like riding a bike… or some bullshit like that… and maybe that was so with the basic mechanics. But I’d never had sex like this before, and the logistics of blowing a very tall man against a tree in a fucking forest were the least of what made itdifferent.
Sex had always been fun, but more like a means to an end, a race to an orgasm. I couldn’t ever remember feeling an urgency like this, an ache in my own balls every time my fingers grazed Silas’s. I’d never needed to give someone pleasure that reflected back just a tiny portion of the joy they’d rekindled in me. I’d never sunk to my knees with the lash of desire and gratitude and need at my back. I’d never sucked someone’s dick down my throat with a noise so animalistic it startledme.
