I’m about to drop to my knees here in the kitchen to get the first turn, but I’m caught off-guard when Silas reaches underneath my ass and hoists me up with a grunt. My legs wrap around his waist as I cling to his shoulders.
He does this from time to time, and I can’t deny how much I fucking love it. It’s never going to be the dynamic it was the rare time I’ve done this to a petite girl, because I’m tall enough and heavy enough that we’re structurally unsound, but that doesn’t matter.
I’m not trying to feel dainty or feminine. I am trying to feel fucking overwhelmed, though, and this is a very good start.
Without complaining about my heavy ass, Silas marches us straight to the bedroom before tossing me onto the bed with enough force to make me bounce.
Before I get the chance to breathe, he goes after me like a man possessed. Hands push the hem of my hoody up and hook it over my head, so the fabric is bunched beneath me and my movement becomes limited. Then my sweats get heaved down, but left around my knees so I’m tangled up there, too. My chest, crotchand thighs are the only thing exposed to the room, and Silas runs his hands over all of it before leaning over to bite me right at the crease of my groin.
The pain sends a jolt of adrenaline through me, and I blow out a steady breath as I buzz with it. I was already getting hard, but that definitely doesn’t hurt.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan as Silas continues to bite me in the most sensitive places, worrying the skin beneath his teeth to make me shiver.
My baby knows I like a little pain with my lovemaking.
“Are you just gonna tease me all night, or are you gonna suck my dick at any point?”
My attempt to sound nonchalant fails so hard I can’t help but laugh a little, and then even more as Silas reaches up to pinch one of my nipples way, way harder than is necessary. My laughing is abruptly cut off, though, when he fucking inhales my dick like that’s his real dinner.
“Oh, fuck. Jesus. That fucking mouth.”
The meaningless horny babble is already starting, whether I want it to or not, and I can’t stop myself from also rocking my hips up into him as he sucks and slobbers all over me.
Silas doesn’t say anything, but he hunkers his body even lower to the bed. I wish he was naked and that I could touch him, too, but I know he likes to take things at his own pace, so I’m rolling with it. Silas gets lower and lower, continuing to fit an impressive amount of my cock into his mouth, before sliding both his arms under my thighs until they wrap around so he can grab my waist.
He holds me like that—sweatpants dangling from one ankle now–my thighs spread open with his head between my legs. It feels like I’m even more open to him than before, and I shiver a little.
Silas breaks away my cock for a second to rub his stubbly skin all over the raw places that he was biting earlier, but he holds me completely still when I start to flinch away, so I stay pinned by the sensation. When his face dips down so he can tongue my balls, I can’t help but cry out.
He licks and sucks at each one, working them over with grave attention before he goes back to sucking me. It’s incredible, but I wish more and more he wasn’t so far away.
Words are mostly beyond me at this point, so I reach down and tug at his shirt, hoping he gets what I mean.
“Up here,” I breathe.
Silas bobs his head up and down a few more times. God, I’m already so close. But then his warm whiskey-colored eyes look up at me.
He seems to get what I mean without having to talk about it. Score.
Silas pops off my dick for just a few seconds, quickly rearranging himself until he’s facing the other direction, his entire weight suspended over me and his hips straddling my face. He’s still wearing soft shorts, but he’s able to reach down and free his cock without much difficulty.
I’m not entirely sure there’s anything more beautiful than this sight. His cock is rock-hard and flushed with arousal, thick and meaty and dangling overhead. His waistband is pushed down just far enough that his balls are out, but they’re pulled up close to his body, and I can’t wait to have them resting on me.
There’s a little bit of shine to the head of his cock, and Silas shivers a little bit before a string of clear liquid drips from the tip to my lips.
I reach up, grabbing whatever part of him I can reach and pulling him down. Obviously, he doesn’t want to crush me, but I can take it. Drown me right here and now.
It only takes a little coaxing to get him to lower his cock into my waiting mouth. He lets himself lean onto me bit by bit, and when I relax into the pressure, so does he.
Silas slides his mouth back down over me, hooking his arms around my legs again, but this time the other way around, and we both start to lose ourselves in the pleasure.
Almost all of my senses are obscured by Silas’s body surrounding me, and I can barely breathe. It’s perfect. I’m so hyperfocused on teasing him with my tongue everywhere I know he likes, that my own pleasure becomes more of a distant roar, and I don’t feel so desperate to come.
Good. I want to taste his release before anything else.
“Fuck, Cade,” his quiet voice echoes from somewhere near my crotch as he starts to thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth.
That’s it, baby. Just let go.
