Laughter bubbles up, breathless and wild. "You're completely insane."
"You love it."
I nod. God help me, I absolutely do.
Tuesday brings him home from practice to find me waiting on the couch, wearing nothing but his Havoc hoodie with bare legs underneath, want written clearly across my face.
"Hi," I say. I'm shy now that we're in the same room.
Si comes around the couch, his expression dark with want.
"Why are you over there and not sitting on my face?" His eyes go feral. "Get over here. Right now."
He sits down on the floor, resting his neck on the seat of the couch. I look at him, licking my lips, uncertain how to position myself. Si taps the couch on either side of his head.
"Kneel right here and grab the back of the couch," he instructs. "I'm hungry, Pretty Girl."
The nickname sends a shiver down my spine. My face glowing like the tip of a cigarette, I kneel and put my hands on the back of the couch to brace myself. Si yanks me forward without hesitation until I'm hovering over his face.
"Lower," he commands.
I bite my lip. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You're not. If you haven't already figured this out, I'm a giant. And even if you were smothering me, I wouldn't care. Sit on my face and let me eat your pussy, honey."
Chewing on my lip, I gaze down at Si. His chin-length golden hair is tousled, his piercing blue eyes and dark brows startlingly handsome. He's dead serious as he starts kissing my inner thighs, urging me toward his mouth. I lower myself slowly, carefully, until his mouth brushes against the seam of my pussy. The first touch of tongue draws a moan from my lips.
"Oh fuck," I whisper. "Your mouth feels so good."
Si squeezes my ass cheeks and slurps, the sound obscene and pleasing at once. He's usually filthy-mouthed, but he seems to be entranced with nuzzling my pussy and giving me tender nips to my inner thighs and lips. I want to close my eyes and literally ride his mouth, but I can't look away from his face. He hums against my flesh, fucking my pussy with his tongue before sucking on my clit. The angle gives him total access to everything, tongue working relentlessly, hands gripping thighs hard, holding me in place when he focuses on my clit.
Looking down reveals his massive frame beneath, eyes locked on mine, watching every reaction. The sight makes my pussy clench.
"God, you look huge from up here," I murmur. I reach down and stroke his hair. "I bet your cock looks even bigger."
His groan vibrates against sensitive flesh, making me shake, rocking against his mouth without meaning to, chasing the pleasure building fast. This is too fucking good. Intimate, vulnerable, and erotic. Silas Huxley, the Havoc's star defender and frosty bully, is looking up at me with the fiercest look ever. It's just too much.
When I come, it's with his name falling from my lips and one hand fisted desperately in his hair. He doesn't stop, just keeps going until oversensitivity makes me squirm.
"Silas, please! I can't take it anymore..."
He finally whispers, "One more. Give me one more."
So I do. I close my eyes and roll my hips, groans and curses falling from my lips. Another wave crashes through. I come louder this time, thighs shaking on either side of his head, my pussy pulsing. When I finally shakily move to the side, his face is wet and eyes wild with satisfaction. He pulls me to the floor, kissing me, and I giggle as I pull at his waistband.
Wednesday night, the bedroom becomes our stage. The full-length mirror against the wall frames us perfectly when Silas positions me in front of it.
"Watch," he commands from behind, still fully clothed. "I want you to see what I see."
His hands slide under my shirt slowly, cupping breasts through the bra, and the mirror reflects everything. How he toys with my nipples through fabric, how my body arches into his touch automatically. My pussy is wet and hot and achy for him already.
"Look at you, so responsive, so perfect for me."
He strips each piece of my clothing off slowly, deliberately,until my naked skin contrasts with his fully dressed form behind me in the reflection.
"Spread your legs." His hands urge my knees to part.
The mirror shows everything as his hand slides between my thighs, touching my glistening lips. I've never seen myself like this. A wanton woman being fucked by a gorgeous man. His fingers circle with practiced precision, finding my clit. My hips buck forward against his touch.
