Page 44 of The Addict

I waited for the warmth of Silas’s mouth to engulf me. I could picture those thin wet lips parting to take in my fullness. My hand twitched, eager for the moment when I would fist it within his hair and force myself further inside him. My whole being was rigid with anticipation. But the feeling never came. Instead, I felt Silas tracing the scars on my hips and thighs with his finger. The many grooves were always a hot button topic of discussion when I slept with someone new. Would Silas ask about them? They say scars never fully heal. Mine now looked like sharp lines of white, flickers of a memory I sought to bury each day. I made up my mind that if he did ask I’d lie rather than expose the torture that had been enacted upon me as child. That was just easier. My eyes fluttered open to see that Silas was back on my same level, staring at me, looking smugger than ever.

“Or maybe, other places,” he finished, smiling.

I stood there, mouth agape, my whole body trembling with need. Was this part of the game?

“I’m sorry,” Silas gasped innocently, starting to stroke a steady rhythm up my thigh. “Did you want something, Noah?”

I shook, unable to take my eyes off his damn mouth. Images of him biting my lip, the pain mixed with the pleasure, flashed through my mind. At this point, I was clinging to the dresser behind me for dear life. What was it about Silas that kept reeling me in like a fish, stupid enough to be drawn by the same bait again and again? I didn’t understand it.

I’d always imagined what it would be like. Fucking him. Since we were teens. But Silas wouldn’t touch me then—hell—he barely treated me like I existed. He was so consumed with his priorities and the rivalry between our families, that when we did see each other, it was brief and usually consisted of our normal sarcastic and demeaning banter. I had always presumed his disdain for my family and their occupations would have added to his contempt of me. Now, here he stood, half clothed in my bedroom, painting my body with kisses. And damn, did I have a craving for the taste of him. I wanted to see what the rest of his body looked like under those loose fitting grey slacks.

Silas Thorne: The hardened businessman, the untouchable, and the closeted.

I almost snorted to myself at the last one. What it must be like, having to hide all of the time, repress urges, living a lie.

Then I stopped mid thought, because I was living a lie too, in a way. We were more alike than I’d care to admit.

Silas seemed to read my mind, because he took my face in his hands. “It would be a lie if I told you I had not envisioned this day. I’ve been through this scenario in my mind, countless times.”

“Have you now?” My lips instinctually parted, and I drew my arms up to his chest.

His thumbs dug into my jawline, his fingers nearly wrapping entirely around my neck as he held my face steady. “I’ve dreamt of the day that I would finally have you spread before me. Hard cock and tight ass.”

I nearly came undone at his words. Somehow, I had always known that I was the object of Silas’s ire. His words just confirmed every fleeting moment of passing in our youth, every side eye, every tense interaction. Each of these moments Silas was thinking of me?

“How come you’ve never mentioned–” I started.

“It wasn’t the right time,” Silas interrupted. He angled his gaze into mine condescendingly, as if I should’ve known why. “Our age never lined up the way I wanted it to.”

I chuckled. Oh, proper Mr. Thorne. Worried about corrupting little ole me. The age gap between us was only four years; he was twenty-three and I was nineteen. Despite that difference, I had known from early on what Silas’s interests and escapades were. We’d often cross paths at the same clubs or bars. Of course, I was there illegally. I guess it made sense now why he would ignore me when we did come into contact.

Had I known the extent of his desire for my body, I might have fucked him sooner.

“Why don’t you just,” I tilted my head in an irresistible, innocent gesture. “Give me what I want and kiss me?”

Silas’s eyes sparkled

“I know you want to,” I added with a lick of my lips.

“Because you haven’t earned it.”

I shifted my hips, creating a friction between us. Silas hissed with pleasure.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” I murmured seductively.

“You obey, that’s all.”

I liked those odds. I nodded my understanding. “Yes sir,” I said, and a fire ignited behind Silas’s orbs.

“Beg for what you want, Noah. I want to hear it from your pretty little mouth.”

I fidgeted. He was about to have me perform.

Like when we were in the alley, my fingers glided along his sides and rested at the seam of his pants. But this time, I clearly saw and felt his well-defined core muscles and the hip bones that extended down into the waistband. “Please.” The sound was hardly loud enough for him to hear.

Silas flashed me a look that read, You’ll have to do better than that.

I leaned forward, my teeth lightly grazing past his neck to his ear, slowly slipping his pants down at the same time. “Please?” I sigh, a little louder this time. Silas’s hands instinctively pulled me closer to him.