“What about you?” he asks as he strokes himself again.
My eyes track the movement, and my cock twitches as my heart riots at the sight.
And it only thumps harder as I realize I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested.
I drag my gaze away from his hand and nod. “Yeah. I’m all good.”
Silas smiles, then shifts back onto his knees and settles between my legs.
Oh my god.
Oh my god, this is happening.
I need to calm the fuck down.
But as Silas grabs the lube and spreads it down the length of his cock, I know there’s no fucking way that’s happening.
He swipes his lubed fingers over my hole as he glances back up at me with a question swirling in his eyes.
“Yes,” I immediately answer with a nod.
Fuck yes, I want this. I fucking need it, now.
He pulls in a breath and lets it out slowly as he shifts closer and lines the head of his cock up with my ass. Then he slowly pushes in.
My muscles tighten against the stretch, and my body feels like it wants to fight it. But I breathe out and grip Silas’s arm as he watches my face closely. I hold his gaze as I push past the discomfort until he’s all the way in. The tension then gives way, replaced by a deep, full sensation that spreads through me, and my entire body feels fuckingalive.
“You ok?” Silas breathes out.
I nod and drop my hands to his ass. “Fuck yeah,” I say, nudging his hips to urge him to move.
He pulls his hips back slowly, and a soft moan slips out of me as he pushes back in. He continues to move slowly and carefully as I adjust to the sensation, and the pressure eventually shifts into pleasure.
Intense fucking pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” I pant as he pushes into me again, and I drag my gaze down his body.
His abs flex with each slow thrust, and his hair falls over his forehead as he looks down to watch himself moving inside me while pulling his lower lip between his teeth.
Fuck, he’s hot.
I grab his shoulder and pull him down to crash our mouths together, pushing my tongue past his lips as my hands drag over his back, and I feel the movement of his muscles as his hips pick up speed.
My hand slides up to tangle in his hair, and I pull it hard enough to earn a grunt against my lips.
And he responds by thrusting harder and biting my lip.
Oh,fuckyeah.
I keep my hand in his hair as he fucks me, and the last of the discomfort from the stretch and unfamiliar sensation fades, and all I feel is a pleasurable pressure and a building need for even more. I sink into it, into him, and into the way he fills every part of me until there’s nothing else, and no space left for anything but this.
My cock throbs with need the more he fucks me, so I drop a hand between us to wrap my fingers around it, stroking with the sticky precum that’s leaking from the tip.
Silas’s eyes follow the movement, and he shifts back, grabbing my knees and holding them as he thrusts into me, his gaze locked on my hand working my cock.
Suddenly, I’m tipping my head back with an intense groan as he slides against that spot again, and a burst of heat and tingles rolls through me.
“Fuck, Si, fuck, oh my god,” I pant, stroking myself faster in time with his rhythm, riding the edge so close I have no idea how I’m still holding on.
