The sound sent heat flowing through me all the way to my fingertips. “Silas,” I said, my voice low. My hair fell in pieces around my face and swung forward, draping around the both of us as I leaned close to him, my face inches away from his. "Silas," I repeated.
"I love fucking you, Tempest.” Gripping my ass cheeks, ensuring I stayed firmly planted against him and that his cock remained lodged inside me, he flipped me over onto my back on the bed. Once he was on top of me, he pinned my hands to the mattress above my head.
"Oh my God, Silas." I could barely speak as he drove into me with short, swift strokes, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.
"What, Tempest," he whispered, his words punctuated by his thrusts. "What do you like?”
“This, Silas.” What he was doing was making it too difficult to think.
“Tell me how much you like me inside you."
"Shit...Silas." I couldn't speak anything more than his name. I couldn't think about anything except what he was doing with his cock.
"Tell me," he said. "Because I love how goddamn tight you are. I love how wet you are. I love how you fit me like a glove."
Every word he spoke was making me hotter. "Silas," I said. "I'm so close. You're going to make me come."
He leaned in close to me, his tongue flicking over my earlobe. When he spoke, his words were musical, this low bass near my ear. "No," he said. "You're not going to come yet. You're going to tell me how much you like my cock inside of you, how much you want me to let go and come in your sweet *..."
"Silas," I warned. My body felt like it was on fire-the heat of my arousal and the heat of his body were so overpowering. I was consumed by him - by his touch, his heat, his presence.
"Tell me, bright eyes," he said, moving inside me with excruciatingly slow strokes, his cock pressing against the most sensitive spot inside me.
"I love y - “ I stopped short, aware of how close I was to saying the word you.
"What, Tempest," he said, his voice low, pausing, teasing me. "Say it. I want to hear it."
"I love your cock," I said, arching up to touch my lips to his, and he pressed his to mine with a growl.
"Good enough," he said. When he kissed me, I let go, melting into him, forgetting about everything else except the sensation of his skin on mine. Right now, he and I were the only things in the world that mattered to me. "Come with me, Tempest."
Just like before, his command pushed me over the edge, and I clung to him, my head buried in his shoulder, screaming into him as I came. Silas called out my name as he crashed into me, burying himself to the hilt in me and letting go.
When I finally opened my eyes, the pulsing between my legs still insistent, Silas’ eyes were the only things I saw. "Silas," I whispered.
He covered the side of my face with his palm, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "Tempest," he whispered. He kissed my lips again. "Why is fucking you so amazing?"
"It's probably because I'm awesome," I said, grinning. I felt giddy in the afterglow of sex.
"That's a given," he said, looking at me for a long time before I finally glanced away. The way he was looking at me...
It made me feel like there could be something more.
"Look at me, Tempest," he said.
"Silas, I ca- " I started. "It's too-"
I didn't say what I was thinking.
It's too much. It's too...intimate.
"Tempest," he said. "Stay here. With me." He didn't move from where he was, buried inside me.
"I can't, Silas, I'll have to-"
He stopped me. "I didn't say stay with me forever," he said. "Just right now. Hole up with me here for a while. Hide out with me. Whatever you have outside of here, it can wait. Press the pause button on everything else."
I opened my mouth, my thoughts filled with all of the reasons not to do exactly what Silas was asking me to do.
I was going to have to leave - I was part of a crew who needed me.
I couldn't love someone.
I was a fraud.
I couldn't give him what he wanted. I couldn't bare my soul. It was too late for me. I was too used to playing a million different roles.
"You're not saying no, Tempest," Silas said, pre-empting all of my unspoken objections, as if he could read my mind.
And, so despite all of my fears, all of the shit that was swirling around in my head like crazy, threatening to overwhelm me, I said yes.
"Okay," I said. “I’ll do it. Put everything on hold. Push the pause button.”
"It's not going to work," she said from where she sat on the armchair, her back ramrod straight, both feet on the floor.
"Just open your mouth and stop whining," I said. "Hold still."
"Hurry up and get it over with," she said. "Five bucks says you can't make the shot."
I stood at the entrance to the living room, a bag of popcorn in one hand and one piece in the other. "Five bucks," I said. "But don't try to cheat and move your head at the last minute, either."
"Grifter's honor," Tempest said, winking. She scooted to the very edge of the chair and opened her mouth wide. "Okay. Do it."
I tossed the popcorn at her, and when it bounced off her forehead, she laughed. "That's some piss poor aim you've got there."
"That's not what you said last night," I said, leering at her.