He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so I take them, bring them to my head. “Hold on,” I instruct, and he obeys.
I mouth at the fabric, then drag the briefs down, slow. His cock springs out, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking. I look up at him, waiting for permission.
He nods, frantic, biting his lip to keep from making noise.
I take him in, slow, letting my lips memorize every inch. His hips jerk, uncontrolled, but I hold him steady, savoring the taste. I hear him whimper, raw and unguarded, and the sound makes my own cock throb.
Fuck me.
He tries to hold back, but I can feel how close he is. I slow down, pull off, stroke him with my hand. “Not yet,” I say.
He’s breathless. “I—can’t—”
“You can,” I say, and kiss him, hard.
He groans into my mouth, desperate, and the taste of him is electric.
I strip my own shirt off, toss it aside, kneeling between his legs and press our bodies together. The heat is instant, overwhelming. He clings to me, hands raking my back, unsure where to grab, but wanting to touch everywhere at once.
Bringing my mouth to his, I bite his lip before letting go and sucking on the place where his neck meets his collar. His skin is slick with sweat, and a sweet little gasp escapes him.
“Briar—” he moans, and it’s the first time he’s used my name.
I want to own that sound. I want to own him.
I ease him back against the couch, straddle his lap, and kiss down his neck, then chest, then stomach. He arches under me, needy and so, so pliable.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, voice dark.
He hesitates, then, eyes wide, whispers, “I want you inside me.”
It’s almost a plea. It makes my hands shake.
Getting off him, I stumble to the side table, opening it and frantically searching for what I need. I find the lube, snap it open, and slick my fingers.
He watches, terrified and fascinated, as I slide a hand between his thighs. I find his hole, rim it, gentle at first. He tenses, butdoesn’t close up. I push one finger in, slow. He whimpers, but not in pain.
“Okay?” I ask.
He nods, biting his knuckle.
I add a second, working him open. He grinds down on my fingers, chasing the sensation.
“You’re greedy,” I tease.
He manages a laugh, desperate. “I want all of you.”
“It’s gonna hurt.”
“I don’t care. I need it. I need you.”
Fuck, he’s gonna be the death of me.I don’t make him wait. I slick myself, line up, and push in, just the head at first.
He cries out, but it’s a good sound.
I go slow, let him adjust. His hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in.
“Mmm, pet you feel so fucking good.” My balls are already tight, ready to cum inside his ass. But I hold back, looking down at the man who has unravelled me. This unsuspecting little fool, who is making me go against everything The Silent expects from me.
