“Beautiful.”
My face burned. “Don’t?—”
“I mean it.”
His hands slid to my hips.
“You’re perfect. That’s the problem.”
My heart stumbled hard.
Before I could say anything back, he shifted lower on the bed, his shoulders settling between my thighs like he belonged there.
My pulse thundered.
He looked up, eyes locked on mine.
“Keep your legs open for me.”
I did.
The breath left my lungs in one rush as he lowered his mouth?—
The first thing I felt was his breath…hot, focused, right on my hardening cock. It hit me like a shock, my whole body jolting as if Silas had wired me straight to a live current.
“Si—Silas—” My voice cracked embarrassingly high, thin with nerves, need, everything.
“Shh.” His mouth brushed the inside of my thigh, a whisper of warmth. “Let me.”
He shifted me like I weighed nothing. His hands slid under my hips and tilted me up, guiding my lower body onto the center of the mattress so my spine curved and my legs spread wider. He stayed between my thighs, his broad shoulders braced under them so I couldn’t close, couldn’t hide. Not from him.
His thumbs stroked slow circles on my hips—steady, grounding, claiming—and then he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around the head of my cock.
Soft. Testing. Like he needed to taste how I reacted before he let himself go.
A broken sound tore out of me. My fingers grabbed fistfuls of the sheets because I didn’t know what else to hold onto. His tongue swirled around the tip, lapping at the precum leaking from my slit, and I bucked up involuntarily, shoving more of my throbbing length into his hot mouth.
He hummed against me like he liked the way I came apart, the vibration sending sparks straight to my balls. He took me deeper, his lips stretching around my shaft as he sucked, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head slowly at first, then faster, his hand wrapping around the base to stroke what his mouth couldn’t reach yet.
“You’re shaking,” he said, pulling off with a wet pop, the words warm against my slick skin. A string of saliva connected his lips to my cockhead for a second before it broke.
“I—I can’t help it,” I breathed, thighs trembling around his shoulders, my dick twitching in the cool air now that his mouth was gone.
“Good,” he murmured, his eyes locking on mine with that intense gaze. “Don’t stop.”
He dove back in, swallowing me down until his nose brushed my pubes, his throat constricting around my cock as he deep-throated me. I moaned loud, hips jerking, fucking into his face as he worked me over—sucking hard, tongue pressing flat against the underside of my shaft, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. Saliva dripped down my balls, pooling on the sheets, and he reached up to fondle them, rolling them in his palm while he bobbed relentlessly.
I was close, so fucking close, my abs tightening, breath coming in ragged pants. But Silas pulled off again, smirking up at me with swollen lips glistening from my cock. “Not yet,” he growled, voice rough. “I want to taste all of you.”
He eased my legs wider, the slow press of his palms firm and unyielding. I felt the bed dip as he shifted his weight lower, settling in, his forearms hooking under my thighs so he could lift and spread me open. My ass clenched instinctively.
I felt exposed and vulnerable, every omega instinct should be telling me I should run and hide, but it didn’t. So I opened for him instead and he didn’t hesitate.
His breath ghosted over my hole first, hot and teasing, making me whimper. Then his tongue flicked out, tracing the tight rim of my asshole, wet and insistent. I jolted again, a whine escaping my throat as he licked a broad stripe up from my balls to my entrance, circling the puckered skin before pressing the tip of his tongue inside.
“Fuck, Silas,” I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, gripping the short strands as he ate me out like a starving man. His tongue delved deeper, fucking into my ass with shallow thrusts, while one hand came up to stroke my neglected cock, slick with his spit. He moaned into me, the sound muffled against my cheeks, and I felt his free hand spreading me wider, thumb rubbing circles over my hole to help his tongue push in further.
He lapped at me greedily, sucking on the sensitive rim, then plunging back in, his beard scraping my inner thighs as he devoured my ass. My body arched off the bed, every nerveending on fire, the dual assault of his mouth on my hole and his fist pumping my dick pushing me toward the edge all over again. He didn’t let up, tongue-fucking me relentlessly, tasting every inch, until I was a trembling mess, begging for more without words.
