It was such a lie. His actions and the way he looked at me said exactly how much he did care about me. My hands went to the bottom of my shirt and lifted it, casting it aside.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I ignored him and toed off my shoes. I undid the fly of my pants and pulled them down my legs so I could step out of them.
Silas’s gaze hooded. “What happened to your underwear?”
“It’s laundry day.” I reach behind and freed myself from the bra, so I stood before him completely naked. He’d seen me this way plenty of times, but his gaze . . . He’d told me he loved to look at beautiful things, and he always made me feel beautiful.
I stalked back his direction, setting my hand right on the bulge that was swelling in his jeans, stroking firmly. As he leaned down to kiss me, I darted away and thudded to my knees.
He didn’t stop me when I undid his pants. I stared up at him with hungry eyes, and was met with the same expression. I clasped his jeans and boxers and tugged them down over his hips, wadding them at his ankles.
“Let’s make a deal,” I said, gripping his cock. I slipped him in my mouth, and he groaned when my tongue massaged.
“Yes, whatever it is.” He said it on a low, hurried voice and his eyes fell shut.
I pulled off of him. “Whichever of us is the first one naked in your bed gets to be in charge tonight.”
“What?” His eyes popped open.
I bolted to my feet and dashed for the stairs. When I hit the first step, I heard him moving swiftly and stumbling with the jeans around his ankles. He’d never catch up to me, and even if he did, I was ahead of him in the narrow stairway so he couldn’t get by. I pounded up the steps, skidded through his messy kitchen, and dove into his unmade bed.
The sheets smelled like his deodorant and cologne, all woodsy and manly. I snuggled into them, draping my body, and waited as he plodded up the stairs. He took his time. Sore loser? I chuckled to myself.
He came into view wearing an annoyed expression, and his pants were still undone. “You cheated, mouth raper.”
“Don’t be mad at me. You’re the one who agreed without hearing terms. Take off your shirt.”
Would he play along? It didn’t seem so. He went to the radio and flipped it on. More emo music. It tinkered softly, all filled with angst and acoustic guitar.
Silas reached behind his back and tugged his shirt off. It dropped to the floor
and he stared at me expectantly. Awaiting my next command.
I grew giddy in an instant. “Your pants. I want you naked right fucking now.”
Shit, his forearms were sexy. Watching the muscles subtly flex while he slid his jeans and boxers down his legs was an impressive show. He stood naked beside the bed, staring down at me, and his hand went to his erection.
“I didn’t give you permission to do that.” My tone was strict. I held the sheet pressed to cover my breasts, sat up on the mattress, and pushed his hand away. “You need to ask.”
He actually grimaced, like the simple concept was painful to him. Maybe it was. I knew I’d be gritting the question out if the roles were reversed, which they usually were.
“Can I touch myself?” His voice was tight.
“Yes.” How far would he let me push? “Get on your knees.”
He sighed, but did what I asked. The power I held had blood humming through my body, but it wasn’t quite the same as when I’d been with Tara. Silas’s reluctant submission wasn’t a complete exchange of power.
The bed was low. I flung the sheet aside and moved to the edge by him, opening my legs wide. “Eat this pussy.”
This was an order he clearly did not mind.
He lunged forward, attacking my clit with his mouth. I instructed him the whole time, not that he needed guidance, but I wanted to feel like I was in control. I’d say, more pressure, or suck right there. I flopped onto my back and set my feet on his shoulders, trying not to come too soon so I could prolong this experience.
“I need another finger,” I gasped. I was closing in on my climax, and I was sure he knew. He’d learned all the signs my body gave before he brought me to orgasm. He’d become incredible at it.
His hand moved up to grab one of my breasts and I slapped it away. It was the final straw, apparently. The hot mouth on my pussy was gone, and as soon as it registered his cock was there, Silas slammed deep into me, all the way to the root.