“Did you GPS us to the new resort?” I asked as I started the engine.
Silas nodded, his jaw tight as he carefully adjusted himself on the leather seat. “Yeah, it says it’s twenty minutes from here. But with all the traffic trying to get out of the stadium, I’m guessing it’ll be closer to forty.Ifwe’re lucky.”
I bit the inside of my bottom lip to suppress an evil smile. This was about to be a very fun car ride. For me, at least.
Silas was right. It took us a frustrating fifteen minutes just to get out of the venue lot and finally merge onto the open road. I still hadn’t touched the app, letting my anticipation thoroughly marinate while waiting for the exact second we hit the smooth, uninterrupted stretch of highway.
“Are you still going to come with me to Showdown tomorrow?” Silas asked while aimlessly scrolling on his phone to distract himself.
“Of course I am. Gotta make sure your Champion promo is up to par,” I joked, glancing over at him.
“Oh? You think that I’m not—”
He never finished that sentence. I grabbed my phone, slid my thumb across the screen, and cranked the plug’s vibration to its maximum setting without warning.
A jagged, high-pitched yelp shot through the vehicle. His massive hips tried to violently buck off the leather seat, only to be immediately caught by the tension of the seatbelt. He looked like his crotch had been set on fire, and he was trying to put it out. I threw my head back and laughed.
“Callum!” he screamed, his hands snapping out to blindly grab at the dashboard. I wasn’t quite sure if his tone was born out of pure anger or overwhelming pleasure.
“Turn it off!” he gasped as his phone clattered to the floorboard. His hands scrambled for purchase, finally locking in a death grip around the handle above his door with his knuckles blanched white.
“Turn it off?” I repeated innocently. “Why? We just got on the highway. We have at least twenty-five minutes left.”
“I am going to fucking kill you,” Si gritted through clenched teeth. A strangled sound hitched in his throat when we hit a small bump in the asphalt. The knocklikely drove the vibrating silicone impossibly deeper against his prostate. “Holy fuck. Cal, please, turn it down. I can’t think.”
“Well,” I murmured, my voice dropping low. “Since you asked nicely…”
I dragged my thumb all the way down the slider, dropping the vibration to absolute zero.
The sudden absence of the vibration must have been as jarring as the toy itself. Silas slumped sideways, his forehead coming to rest against the cool glass of the passenger window. His chest swelled as he took in greedy, desperate lungfuls of air, his thick thighs still visibly trembling in his sweatpants. The intense overstimulation, and the aching stillness when it stopped left his body in a state of absolute shock. I smirked, tossed my phone into the cup holder and kept my eyes on the dark road. We rode the rest of the way to the resort in silence, broken only by the ragged sound of the World Heavyweight Champion trying to remember how to breathe.
When I finally pulled into the dimly lit, private parking garage of the resort, I threw the car in park, killed the engine, and popped the trunk before stepping out into the humid night air. I walked around to the back and grabbed both of our bags, throwing one over each shoulder. As I walked around to the passenger side, Silas finally opened his door.
When he planted his feet on the concrete and tried to stand up, the second he put weight on his legs, his knees completely buckled. A quiet whine slipped past his lips as he grabbed the frame of the door to catch himself. It seemed his legs were jelly after an hour of brutal wrestling, combined with having his prostate thoroughly tenderized by thick silicone.
I couldn’t help the dark, highly amused chuckle that rumbled out of my chest. “Need me to carry you, too, Champ?” I teased, leaning against the side of the truck.
Silas shot me a venomous glare, his cheeks burning a bright, beautiful red. He carefully righted himself, wincing at every movement, thanks to my not so little gift.
“Fuck off, Kincaid. Just grab the damn bags.” With a grunt he pushed off the SUV, starting his awkward, and very stiff, walk.
I raised an eyebrow, falling into step beside him as we headed for the lobby doors. “Oh? You want to catch an attitude while you’re wearing my lace thong?”
Silas scoffed, trying his hardest to find his usual sassy footing despite walking like he’d just ridden a horse for three days straight. “I’m just saying, your ‘boyfriend duties’ clearly include hauling the luggage while I recover. I just spent the last hour and twenty minutes carrying your ass in that match. So, it’s the least you could do.”
I stopped dead in my tracks.
Silas took two more steps before realizing I wasn’t beside him. He paused just outside the automatic sliding doors of the lobby, turning back to look at me with a smug, challenging smirk.
“Carrying my ass, huh?” I repeated, my voice devoid of humor.
Silas’s smirk instantly vanished. He realized a second too late that he’d poked the wrong bear.I didn’t say another word. I just reached into my pocket, unlocked my phone by muscle memory, and blindly dragged the slider right back up to one hundred percent.
The buzz roared back to life with a vengeance as his eyes blew wide. He violently slapped his hands over his mouth in an attempt to muffle the raw, desperate scream that tore from his throat. His knees instantly gave out again, causing him to stumble blindly through the automatic doors just as the elevator pinged its arrival in the empty lobby.
He practically fell into the elevator car, his 220-pound frame colliding with the back mirror, before sliding halfway down. White-knuckled fists gripped his thighs as he squeezed his legs tightly together. The near-constant vibration had him bucking his hips against the air and the rest of his body coiled as tight as a spring.
After checking in and obtaining the room keys, I strolled into the elevator at a leisurely pace. The duffel bags still slung casually over my shoulders. Pressing the button for our floor, the doors slid shut, sealing us in the small, quiet space.
