“Come, sweetheart. Come all over my hand and?—”
I didn’t even have time to finish the sentence before Silas bit out a sharp cry and came. Cum waterfalled over my fingers as he released, eyes screwed shut and fingers white against the leather seats. Part of me wanted to drag it out, to make it hurt more so it would feel better later, but he’d had the longest night.
We both had.
“Amazing,” I praised, gently tucking him back into his pants.
He murmured something that wasn’t coherent, going slack in his seat. With a laugh, I buckled him in, then held my hand up to his mouth. He licked and sucked me as best he could, and when I was satisfied with the work, I put both hands onto the steering wheel and drove us home.
I stripped Silas naked in the hallway, huffing out an amused breath when he collapsed face-first onto the bed. I followedbehind him, scooping his body against mine and spooning around him. He made tired and happy sounds, and I kissed the back of his head and closed my eyes.
“I want to move in with you,” he said, the words barely louder than a whisper and punctuated with a soft and final snore.
CHAPTER 43
SILAS
Iwoke up with Marshall’s fingers digging into my bruised thighs and his mouth around my cock. I had no idea how long he’d been at it for, but it took less than a minute of me being awake for him to suck my pleasure right out of me. I came with a tired and hoarse groan, my body clenching and aching at the sight of him enthusiastically swallowing my cum.
“This is mine,” he murmured, kissing the tip of my dick before crawling up the length of my body and kissing me on the mouth.
He tasted like salt and sleep. He tasted like home.
Winding my legs around his waist, I pressed our bodies together. “I need you, Sir,” I whispered.
The night before came rushing back to me—the edging, the torment, the eventual release. His brothers’ approval and my midnight confession before falling into the deepest sleep I’d ever known.
“What do you need, Silas?”
Marshall was already reaching for the lube, slicking his fingers and smearing them between my legs. He pushed one finger into me, then another, and when I arched against himand moaned, he added a third. The stretch was monumental, but like all things with him, I welcomed it.
“This,” I rasped.
He fucked me with his fingers and then replaced them with his cock. It was one slow glide as he entered me, seating himself fully and burying his face in my neck. Marshall cursed under his breath and then started to move. If I expected a slow and easy round of morning sex, I was wrong.
Marshall rutted me down into the mattress, fucking me with an unmatched intensity. He fucked me like he needed to come inside of me to get his next breath, and I would have been lying if I said I didn’t love having that power over him. He curled his hand around the top of my head, leveraging our bodies so he could fuck deeper and harder. There was no real method to it, no pace, no consistency. He was already too close for that.
And I’d never been more in love with him.
Marshall came with a seize of his hips and a burst of cum that shot into the deepest parts of me. I tried to hold onto him, fingers scrabbling against his back, but he was covered in sweat and my hands shook with pleasure. I went limp beneath him, and Marshall thrust into me one more time before pulling out and rolling onto his back with a heavy grunt.
His chest heaved with every breath, and I wanted to crawl inside of his chest and live there.
“Sir,” I whispered.
“Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
I climbed on top of him and slanted our mouths together, taking every pant and gasp that fell out of his mouth for my own. Marshall slid his arms around my waist and held us together, kissing me back deeper and with more tongue. It was kissing for the sake of kissing, even after my body heated for him again, and I humped myself against his leg. Marshall’shands stayed steady around my waist, and his mouth pressed firmly against mine.
He’d said whatever I wanted, so I came across his thigh with a whimper. His fingers dug into my hips as I rode out my orgasm on his leg, and he kissed me the entire time.
Eventually, the sun crept higher in the sky and my body slowed its desperate grind. The kiss turned languid and lazy until it wasn’t anything more than shared breath and clacking teeth and smiles.
“When do you want to move?” he asked, pushing us both into a seated position before extracting himself from my arms.
Swallowing, I watched him find clean pants for both of us, not arguing when he got on his knees in front of me to help me into them. Marshall helped me to stand on shaking legs, then led me into the kitchen and up onto a stool at the counter.
“Same time as Lincoln,” I said.
