I chuckled, flipping him onto his back and knocking his legs apart. His cock was thick and red, erect against his stomachand smeared with precum. I bowed my spine and licked a stripe from his balls to his slit, spreading his legs wide with my hands. He still had bruises all over his legs and ass from our earlier scenes, and I’d never seen anything more perfect every time I looked at him.
“I wasn’t trying to.” I took the tip of his swollen cock into my mouth and sucked hard, relishing the salty heat of his arousal against my tongue.
“Marshall.” He gasped. “Sir.”
Silas’s fingers threaded through my hair, and his hips arched off the bed.
“It hurts,” he whispered.
I gave him one last suck, then sat up and rocked back onto my heels. Gathering my own saliva into my mouth, mixing it with his precum, I spat into my palm and took my own shaft into my fist and stroked. Silas lay sprawled out like a starfish until I moaned and sighed, then he propped himself up on his elbows and watched me stroke myself off in front of him.
“Look how hard you make me,” I told him. “Look how good you make me feel.”
“I see it.”
“Touch yourself,” I said. “I want you close. I want you hungry to come so the only thing you think about the rest of the night ismeand how badly you needme.”
“Sir.”
Silas wrapped his trembling hand around his cock, loose and gentle, and teased himself more than anything else. I let my stare drift from his cock to his face, the flush on his cheeks and the way it colored all the way down to his chest. He screwed his eyes closed and lifted off the bed, his entire body covered in sweat, his muscles quivering.
“Oh, fuck, Silas.” I dragged my hand up the inside of his thigh and threw my head back with a groan that rattled me straight down to my bones. My orgasm rolled through me likea freight train, low and long and loud. I angled my cock downward and shot my load all over Silas’s shaft and balls, clenching my jaw at the needy sounds that fell out of his mouth when my cum landed on his skin.
Pumping until I was sensitive and empty, I smeared my release all over his otherwise clean skin. Using my cum as lube, I made a rough first around his cock and stroked my spend into his skin.
“Marshall. Sir.”
He fought himself.
He fought me.
“Silas,” I said.
“I need…” he trailed off, and I slowly released my hold on his cock.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“You,” he rasped.
“Perfect.”
Spreading my body out over the top of his, I stole his mouth in a blistering kiss, deep enough to kick my cock back to life. The urge to get inside of him and rut him down into the mattress was real, but I’d already taken too much time, and if we were too late for dinner, my brothers would tease me until I never wanted to see any of them again.
“I love you so much,” I whispered into his mouth, reluctantly putting enough space between us so we could both calm down.
Silas let his arms flop onto the mattress, his face twisted up in a mask of pleasure and pain.
“I love you, Sir.”
“What do you need?” I asked.
He screwed his eyes closed and let out a long breath. “You.”
“Who matters?”
“You,” he choked out.
I hummed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into a seated position. “Good. Now get dressed. We’re going to be late.”
