Despite my not knowing him personally, I’d decided Marlow seemed like the class clown type to pull something like that. Doing whatever he could to get under Silas’s skin and whatever reaction came out of it was marked as a win.
Blake struck me as the level-headed type, a perfect compliment to his partner’s chaotic energy and keeping Marlow grounded well enough. They made a good pair, from what I could tell, and were only just annoying enough to rile Silas up without pushing him over the edge completely.
A healthy balance, most might say.
People like him needed friends that came in those big, loud packages. That’s what kept the world from being so damn gray all the time.
Though it had me wondering, what other friends did Silas keep in his circle?
Marlow had mentioned more than just the two of them.
How many more were there?
I snagged the fork from his fingers and forked off another piece for him and held it up to his mouth. “Come on. Don’t make me do the airplane.”
His eyes popped open instantly. “Practicing for your niece?”
“She can eat all on her own, thank you very much.”
“And how much of that ends up on the floor, I wonder,” he murmured, but opened his mouth just enough for me to slide the fork past his lips. He wrapped them around the utensil slowly, making a show of moving his mouth back off of it and licking the tip clean while chewing.
Goddamn it.
And he calledmethe tease.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me. That was the most annoying part.
His hand loosened slowly from my leg as he swallowed, the impression of his nails leaving a few sore spots behind that I couldn’t wait to stare at in the mirror later when they bruised. They’d go good with my thigh straps. I had a few other pairs I’d have fun trying on in order to see which displayed the marks most prominently. It would be a shame to cover them up with some lace or silk fabric when they deserved to be showcased like a fresh tattoo.
Honestly, I’d have an entire canvas worth of marks from him after this encounter, most of which would take days to fade.
That was a soothing thought. Comforting, actually.
When Silas cupped his hand over my crotch, my dick already half hard, I couldn’t help but pull in a sharp breath.
Oh.
That pressure felt fantastic. It was enough compression to squeeze my dick and balls in a tight hold at the same time. Just like I preferred my panties to do when I wore them.
“Wednesday afternoon,” he said. “What are you doing?”
My head swam. Too full of hormone juice to pay attention. “Watching my niece, my sister has to work.”
His fingers flexed around me. “After.”
Oh my god.
Snapping my thighs together, I trapped his hand to grind down against it, needing to feel more of that pressure. The flaps of his robe parted just enough around me for his bare hand to brush over my hard cock, a needy moan falling past my lips when he readjusted his grip and cupped me fully under the fabric.
Fuck. That feltsofucking good.
Ridiculous that I was this horny and ready to go when my body still ached from last night. Even if he tried to bend me over and fuck me on the table, the pain would override the pleasure and that would be absolutely no fun to deal with. I was all for a little tormenting before my orgasm, that was the fun of duality. Both could be good as long as the happy ending took precedence at the end.
I needed at least a day, though. He hadn’t torn me by any means, but it had been a long while since I’d had someone so big thrusting into me like I was some kind of life-sized sex toy.
His nose brushed against my jaw, teeth nipping along the way until they reached my ear lobe. He used his teeth to pull on it. “Answer me.”
What the hell was the question?
