Before I can protest, he says, “Stay still,hermoso.”
The couch dips, and he kicks off the rest of his clothing and quickly exits the room before coming back with a bottle of lube.
“Don’t want to hurt you.”
“A little pain isn’t bad.”
He chuckles, popping the cap. “Pleasure is better.”
I hiss as the cool liquid touches my skin, and he works his finger inside of me, working me open until I see stars, and I’m just about ready to beg him to fuck me already.
When his fingers slip free, I arch my ass higher and spread my knees wider. I know what it must look like to him, and I don’t care. I am needy. I am a slut for him.
“Come on, Daddy, fill me with your big dick. Ruin me for anyone else.”
He growls, and I feel him settle exactly where I want him. His hot crown presses against my opening, easing past the ring of muscle effortlessly. “Is this what you want? Hmm,hermoso?”
He sinks into me, so fucking deep, and I clench around him, tightening my ass even more until he is the one that’s moaning. His Spanish falling over me like caresses. The one sure way for me to know how turned on he is.
“Fuck, yes. More.”
He doesn’t disappoint, and my own crown drags along his couch with each thrust, giving me double the pleasure. I’m going to come all over the cushions, I can feel it as my balls tighten, and that spark starts going off at the base of my spine.
“That’s it, harder. Oh—fffuuuccck—yeah.”
“You’re such a good fucking boy, Luke,” he says, the praisesending me straight into my orgasm. I squeeze him tight as I come, and I feel him fill me up.
Silas slumps onto my back, his breath hot against my skin as he presses lazy kisses across my shoulder blade. I can feel his heart pounding against my spine, feel his chest rise and fall in sync with mine. We’re both wrecked—sweaty, shaking, and probably making the worst kind of imprint on his couch.
“You good?” he murmurs, lips brushing the curve of my neck.
I hum, cheek smushed against a pillow cushion. “Define good.”
His laugh rumbles low in his chest. “Still breathing. Still able to form sentences. Not spontaneously combusting.”
“Check, check, and… marginally check,” I manage, grinning as my legs twitch. “But I might be stuck. Like actuallystuckto your couch.”
He chuckles again and slowly shifts off of me, rolling to the side with a grunt. I flop onto my back, wincing as I peel myself off the leather, slick with sweat and other... fluids.
“Oh God.” I blink up at the ceiling. “We’re going to have to burn this couch.”
Silas props himself up on one elbow, smug as hell. “I like the proof of what I can do to you on display.”
“Pretty sure there’sme-shaped evidenceall over it,” I groan, reaching down to swipe at the mess trailing across my stomach. “And inside me. I mean—your swimmers have fully taken up residence. Hope they’re paying rent.”
He huffs a laugh and leans over to grab his sweater, tossing it onto my stomach. “You’re unbelievable.”
“You’re the one who called me agood boy.” I grin, wiping myself off. “You brought this chaos upon yourself, oldman.”
He arches a brow. “You’re lucky I’m too blissed out to spank you.”
“I’m lucky?” I gasp dramatically. “I’mthe victim here. I got used like a personal massage toy anddefiledon a couch that probably cost more than my tuition.”
“Defiled?” He snorts and gets up to grab a real towel. “You were begging for it.”
“Semantics,” I call after him.
A beat later, he returns with a towel and two water bottles and a familiar smirk. He hands me one and collapses next to me on the floor, brushing sweat-damp curls off my forehead before kissing me there. He drops the towel next to me on the couch.
