“That’s embarrassing,” he said, clearly not embarrassed.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
The danger of the situation had passed, leaving me with a half-naked warrior with golden skin and glistening muscles, who just happened to have a fucking semi…in my living room. I was a strong man with nerves of steel and more willpower than the average joe, but something was wrong with my reflexes ’cause now I was the one who was frozen still.
“We should…omelet,” I whispered.
“Omelet. Yeah.” Silas’s nostrils flared as his gaze flitted from my eyes to my mouth.
Neither of us moved.
The world went deathly quiet in spite of the raging storm, the crackle of firewood, and the steadythumpof my heartbeat reverberating in my ears. I’d been here before. I knew that look, and I knew where it led.
Now it was a matter of who’d make the first move.
No. This wasn’t smart.
Don’t do it. Don’t?—
I wrapped a hand around Silas’s neck and crashed our mouths together. He opened for me automatically, thrusting his tongue inside. We made out with enthusiastic sucking, nipping, and feasting.
This wasn’t a kiss; it was a dual for dominance, for control.
I pushed Silas, pinning him to the mattress in a tangle of limbs and tongues. He hooked his legs at my waist, pumping his hips and gliding his erection against mine.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
He used the distraction to pounce, rolling and switching our positions. Now I was under him, caged between his muscular arms, our hard cocks pressed and pulsing. I wanted him. I wanted…something…more.
Silas did too.
He bent, brushing our noses as he rocked his hips rhythmically. “Feels good.”
I growled in agreement, arching to meet the sweet friction, my fingers slipping under the elastic of his boxer briefs. He wiggled meaningfully. I took the hint and lowered the cotton fabric, then grabbed the globes of his perfect butt, squeezing his cheeks and humping his cock from below.
Silas kissed me rough and dirty. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so horny, so needy. I didn’t like being out of control, and I barely knew this guy. I should have reset the balance, let him know I was in charge here.
“Take them off,” I barked, breaking the kiss.
Silas nodded absently, shoving the boxer briefs off, and tugging at my sweats. “You too.”
I lost my T-shirt, kicked the sweats aside, and climbed atop him and gripped us both. “Fuck. That’s good.”
“Yeah,” he choked out, propping himself on his elbows. “Are you gonna—oh, fuck…yes.”
I stroked us, smearing precum over the tips of our cocks, my hand sliding up and down our poles. I stole dirty kisses as pressure built, sending tendrils of pleasure along my spine. My stamina was usually world class, but Silas was unexpected in every way possible. I hadn’t been surprised by anyone or anything in a long time. Not like this.
Silas let out a keening moan.
“Go on. Do it.”
“Ungh!” he cried out as cum jetted onto his belly.
I released his dick, set my palm on his pecs, and stroked myself to the finish line, roaring with the force of my orgasm.
My chest heaved, and my vision blurred. I sucked in a deep breath and licked my lips, surveying the mess we’d made. The sheet had come undone, the blanket was on the floor, clothes were everywhere, and my guest was covered with our release.
“I’ll get something for…this. Hang tight.”
