Page 68 of Heart Taker

When his hands found my nipples again, I shivered and moaned, crying out as he tugged and teased.

“Even better than I imagined,” he confessed. “So fucking hot.”

My stomach flipped and my pulse kicked up another hundred notches.

“That’s you,” I replied as my hands slid over his shoulders and down to his biceps. “I don’t have the definition of a twenty-two-year-old.”

“Don’t even start,” he stated and took one of my hands, pulling it down to cup his hard cock. “You do this to me, Damien. You. I’ve been in this state since Chicago. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever had the pleasure to kiss, bar none.”

Silas reached for my belt loop and tugged me close, his lips brushing mine.

“Lean back and let go,” he whispered.

“What?”

Silas dropped to his knees in front of me.

“Silas, oh fuck, I?—”

“This is all about you,” he confessed, his hands reaching for my zipper. “I’m going to suck your cock until you scream so loudly; you won’t be able to speak tomorrow.”

“Fuck.”

“Maybe later,” he quipped with a wink.

He pushed my jeans and briefs down my hips, and I barely registered the cool night air as he leaned in, delving his face into my pubes and letting out a filthy moan, licking a heated path up my V-line. I was starting to understand the whole obsession about beards because when he rubbed his face against my hip, it set off a million fireworks on my skin, in my belly, hell all over my body.

“You smell so fucking good, Damien. And you taste even better,” he whispered as his tongue teased my skin. “Fuck, you are one gorgeous man.”

I flushed hot all over.

“Silas.”

I lost all train of thought when he looked up at me with those soulful brown eyes. Instead of wanting to take control, I put my hands on the wood railing behind me and held on tight. Silas reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of lube, ripped it open with his teeth, and poured it on his hand.

“I want to swallow your cum,” he moaned.

My dick jerked hard in response.

“I’ve been tested recently and I’m negative,” he continued and kissed my belly. “I assume you are too since you said you hadn’t been with anyone in a while?”

How could he even make conversation at this point?

I stared down at him and nodded.

Silas let out a wicked grin and took hold of my cock in his slick, callused grip. Oh God, this was even better than my first experience with a guy. That had been hot too, but fast, because we worried someone might catch us. This time, however, Silas and I hadallthe time. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I gripped the railing like a lifeline. My erection was so painfully hard at this point, it would probably only take a couple of strokes before I unloaded.

And shit, he knew how to stroke me off, with firm, rough pulls that had me pumping my hips, needy for more. Judging by the smug look on Silas’s face, he knew exactly what he was doing. He was younger than me, but far more experienced when it came to pleasuring a man.

“Take your hair down,” I insisted.

Silas reached up with his free hand and pulled the elastic from his bun, the messy blond waves tumbling around his face. Without pause, I let go of the railing and reached for him, sliding my hands through his hair and groaning with delight at how silky it was. Stray tendrils teased my skin, making me shiver. When he locked eyes with me, I was completely and utterly seduced.

“I’ve been thinking about this every day and night since Chicago,” Silas growled, tugging faster. “Jerking off to fantasies of you and me together. But fuck, Damien, reality is so much better.”

He leaned forward and gave the head of my dick a teasing lick.

“So much better,” he repeated. “Can’t wait to taste your cum. I want you to give it all to me. Don’t hold back.”

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