I groaned. “Jesus, forget I said that. I didn’t mean to make it weird.” I could distract him with the sex. I locked my ankles together behind his back and urged him deeper.
He blinked rapidly as if he couldn’t focus his vision. “Motherfucking shit. Gimme a minute.” He blew out a long breath that was almost a hiss.
Was he struggling? Did it feel so good he was having a hard time restraining himself? A scowl threatened his expression when I shifted my hips, allowing him to slide further inside. The muscles in his shoulders and arms were so tight they were quivering.
“I’m warning you, you’re playing with fire,” he said, his face serious. “We should go slow.”
My response was immediate. “Fuck that. Give it to me.”
He pushed the last inch of himself inside, and the tight stretch felt so good, I almost let loose a sound of relief. His hipbones dug into my inner thighs as he seemed to collect himself. Prepping for the main event.
My hands wound around the back of his neck and my lips pressed against his. It was overwhelming. I’d needed satisfaction for so long—vibrators had been a temporary fix, only staving off the worst of my cravings. Placating me.
I cried out with pleasure when he moved, and my nails dug into the thick cord of his neck. His thrust was . . . hard. And deep. My eyes slammed shut as he buried his cock so far inside it caused my eyes to roll back. It came from my lips dripping with encouragement. “Yes, Silas. Yes.”
He drew his lower body back, and then crashed his hips into me. Our moans matched each other’s, just as our panting breaths did afterward. That was when he began to move in earnest. Fucking me like I’d hoped he would. The force of him drove me into the rug and I scored my nails down his smooth back.
There was something wrong with me. I thought I didn’t want anything from him other than the sex, but now I hoped my nails were marking him. Announcing he was mine, just for tonight.
When I’d fallen backward on the rug, the remote for his camera hand been abandoned at my side. At some point between his mind-numbing thrusts, the camera clicked loudly. He’d scooped it up in a hand. My pussy clenched at the thought of the dirty pictures.
“I want copies,” I gasped.
“Do you?” His wicked mouth latched onto my ear, nibbling the lobe. “You want to see what I see?” Confusion must have splashed on my face, because he continued. “You want to see how amazing you look when my cock’s deep inside you?”
Oh, God. I nodded quickly, not able to say it out loud. Not because I was embarrassed, but because it was too difficult to speak.
Our bodies slapped together. Beneath him, I rose up to try to meet his thrusts, perhaps trying to control the rhythm. My legs squeezed, the arch of my feet smoothed up and down his legs, doing anything I could to give me leverage. I didn’t really mind being fucked, but what I really wanted was to do the fucking.
He reached back, his hand locked on my ankle so he could hold me in place, and his hips undulated against me. Flashes of ecstasy sparked from him, teasing a new orgasm. The wet slide of his dick inside my body was like nothing else.
“God, fuck.” I moaned it into his shoulder.
He was slick with sweat as he pumped into me. I was hot and sweaty as well, and worse, he had me breathing so hard I was lightheaded. Could he tell? Abruptly one hand hooked under my knee and the other scooped under my back, and I was lifted in the air. He shifted me and set me back down so I was sideways to the camera and completely in the shot. He rose so he was sitting on his heels while keeping us connected, and both of his strong arms were under my thighs, holding my lower body up to meet his punishing thrusts.
Click.
I put my hands on my breasts, partly because I wanted the touch, but also because I wanted to make the picture look as good as possible. Never would I have thought I’d be into this, but shit, I was. It was so freaking sexy.
The long hairs on top of his head refused to stay back anymore and fell into his eyes, but it didn’t deter him. His biceps strained. He pounded into my pussy while his grip on my thighs was so hard I wondered if he’d leave marks. Did he want to, as I wanted to mark him?
“Christ, you feel so fucking good,” he growled.
He was a beautiful monster of ink and muscle, and it was impossible not to be transfixed as he fucked me relentlessly. I grabbed one of his hands and guided it to my breast, sighing loudly when he clenched hard. How did he know exactly what I wanted? Matt hadn’t figured it out in all the time I’d been with him, and Silas’s first try was hitting it out of the ballpark.
“Rough enough?” he asked. It wasn’t mocking, his curious expression told me he was serious.
A smile warmed on my lips. “Is it for you? I can give as good as I get.”
Hesitation flashed over him, then dissipated when I pushed up on my hands, forcing myself up. It was so I could band my arms around his shoulders while I straddled his lap. In this position I was on top, and I could fuck him.
Heat and chaos swirled around us, choking the air as I rode his cock. I rocked my hips while he put one hand on my waist, his fingers biting into my skin. He forced my head down into his kiss, snagging my bottom lip between his teeth. Aggressive and with a delicious edge of pain.
I clawed at him. He tugged on my hair. I twisted one of his nipples. He shoved a hand between our bodies and pinched my clit. Every action escalated and pushed us closer to the brink, while his camera captured it all.
“Yeah,” he said. “Ride me.” He slapped a hand against my ass so hard it stung. “Fuck my cock.”
I was dizzy and teetering right on the edge. My head flung back, tendrils of my hair clung to my damp face, and somewhere along the way my legs gave out. I wasn’t in control anymore. He was beneath me, but his powerful legs were dictating the tempo and keeping me moving on him. They kept my stomach sliding against the defined ridges of his washboard abs, my nipples brushing against his hardened chest.