Page 43 of The Addict

“Was that one of your sick little fantasies?” I crooned, absolutely indulging myself. “To get to me first? To teach me it all?” I questioned playfully, feigning a swoon.

This time, I closed the gap, nuzzling his cheek with my own. “You’re a little late,” I purred against his ear.

Silas pulled back, his face holding a sadistic smile. His hand tugged my hair, lifting my chin. “When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember your first time.”

My fire was ignited. “Mmm, you’re on.”

Silas shoved me against the dresser, and the empty drink glasses clattered to the floor. My hands gripped the sharp edges on the sides as he tauntingly began removing one button at a time of my shirt.

“I have this idea,” Silas spoke softly as he pulled one button loose. “That if I prolong the actual act, it will make it all the much more satisfying when it does...happen.”

His hands slid up my chest, delicately peeling away the garment from my skin. A smirk. “Do you agree, Noah? You told me something similar, remember?”

I watched, fascinated by the man’s resistance now, compared to yesterday. The idea was indeed thrilling—being forced to wait for what I desired, savoring the foreplay leading up to the pleasure.

“Perhaps, you have a plan on your hands...”

Silas’s lips curled up into a wicked sneer. “Whatever I want, right?”

His hands ran over my abdomen, tracing the planes of my muscles with two slender fingers. Goosebumps rippled across my skin. My cock pulsed.

“That’s right,” I breathed out.

“If that’s truly the case,” Silas said huskily. “Unzip your pants.”

I complied, although somewhat embarrassed, as when I did remove my pants, my erection was clearly visible through my boxers. Silas seemed pleased, his eyes moving hungrily over my lower half.

“Do you have any requests before I completely defile you, Hansen?” Silas purred out, pulling his own shirt up and over his head. I watched it fall to the floor before returning my vision back up to him.

Silas was extremely built, but I had figured that much without really having to see him shirtless. It was obvious he put in the work, cared about his body, sculpted it with intention. What caught me off guard was the tattoo sprawled across the left side of his chest, the deep, dark lines twisting upward towards his shoulder. I traced the pattern with my eyes, picking out loops, knots, and lettering I couldn’t decipher—a message in a foreign language. In the center of the piece, a head of what seemed to be a dragon wrapped neatly into the space, mouth open, teeth bared, much like I assumed Silas would be during this moment. I wondered when he had gotten that done. I didn’t recall him having it when we were younger, but then again, I had never seen him this close. Not like this, at least. Silas watched as I inspected him and his body, unfazed. I tried but failed not to think of what our two bodies would look like meshed together.

“Just one request,” I whispered, clearing my throat anxiously.

Silas slid his hands around my waist and pulled me closer. “And that is?”

With one of my signature smiles, I reached up and gently tugged underneath Silas’s chin.

“Kiss me?” I remarked through half lidded eyes.

Silas laughed quietly and pressed his mouth to my throat, working his way down to my chest.

I groaned, partially due to the feeling but also out of agitation. My hand curled behind his head, fingers grazing the back of his neck in an effort to pull him closer. “Not there,” I complained, figuring that this was all part of his plan: to work me up.

Silas smirked against my bare flesh. “But there are so many wonderful places I could kiss you,” he whispered.

My breath hitched and I watched him, fixated.

Silas progressed lower, kissing my flexing chest muscles, down past my already hardened nipples. “Like here,” he claimed.

Slowly he inched down, dropping gently to his knees. He gazed up at me from his position, his lips ghosting around my stomach, his beard brushing my skin as he did so. “Or here,” he added.

My breath was ragged. I knew where the next stop was. I squinted my eyes tightly shut when I felt Silas slip my boxers down to my ankles. Now, I was totally exposed.

And aching.

“Or maybe,” Silas continued, and I could swear that my cock had its own heartbeat.

Do it. My body screamed. I wanted him to place those lips around me and consume me.