Page 69 of Heart Taker

“Fuck.”

That was the only word I could say as I watched Silas take the head of my cock into his mouth, lips stretched wide, the warm, wet heat of his mouth making me shudder.

“Jesus, look at you,” I moaned as his tongue teased my sensitive dick, the pleasure so intense that my head fell back.

All I could see around me were the explosions of brilliant stars in the sky. Or maybe I was dreaming. Either way, I was floating to another dimension. Who needed a bedroom? The best sex of my life was happening right here. There was something innately primal and thrilling about having sex outdoors. I’d had my share of adventures with past partners, but nothing felt like this.

I looked down again, mesmerized by the view as Silas swallowed my cock, inch by inch. His mouth was incredible and when he took me all the way down, deep throating my dick? I didn’t think the pleasure could get any better, but I was wrong. So wrong.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned loudly, a savage pleading in my voice. “Please, please, don’t stop.”

Silas made a humming sound and the resulting vibration on my dick was so fiercely good that it had me hanging on to my climax by a thread. With one hand at the base of my cock, he began to bob his head, sucking me harder, faster, wrecking my control. I was going to come embarrassingly fast.

“Shit, I’m close,” I whispered, my balls drawing up tight. “What… what are you doing to me?”

Provocative groans I didn’t know I could make echoed loudly in the stillness of the summer air. And it wasn’t only me. Instinct took over as I gripped Silas’s hair tightly, pumping my hips, fucking his face. He reached frantically for his zipper with hisfree hand, and when he pulled out his dick, I realized he wasn’t wearing anything beneath those tight denims. Shit, that was hot. All the while he was sucking me down, he jerked himself off with rapid strokes.

Oh God, Silas was going to come. Because ofme.

And I was going to unload my cum in his throat.

My balls pulled up tight, my climax within reach. He never let up, his hand and mouth moving in skillful tandem, like making me come was the only thing he wanted.

Iwas the only one he wanted.

That knowledge pushed me right over the edge.

“Oh God, I’m coming!” I shouted.

My orgasm erupted like a flash of wildfire, and I came hard, unloading in his mouth. Coming was always good, but this blowjob completely ruined me, stealing my breath and whatever brain cells I had left. I think I might have fallen were it not for the fact that I had the railing behind me for support. My knees were done for, and no, it didn’t have anything to do with my old injury.

Sex with Silas was intense, carnal, hot as fucking hell.

He finally pulled off my dick and seeing my cum drip down his chin was too much for me to take. Another jolt of pleasure rolled through me, another spurt of cum leaked out of my cock.

“Damien,” he moaned, running one hand over his mouth and beard, then lowering it to cup his dick, using my cum to stroke himself off.

I stared down at him, panting hard, barely able to speak.

“Come,” I demanded, my voice hoarse. “Come all over me.”

Silas jerked hard, his forearm rigid, as pulses of creamy cum shot from his dick. Seeing and smelling his release was more intense than I expected. My chest tightened as I gazed at his face. He didn’t look away from me, and something more than lust flashed between us.

I was in so much trouble with this man. So much.

I didn’t care. No, not that. As a player and a coach, I relied on my training, but more importantly, my instincts. Ignoring them led to no good. All I had to do was look at my relationship with Eloise. Somehow, I knew deep down that she loved my image more than me, but I never wanted to admit it out loud. In the end, I didn’t have to. Her leaving told me everything.

My gut told me that Silas was different.

Whatever this was between us, it was right. And he could be trusted.

Then again, this was sex, not a relationship. I was getting ahead of myself.

Funny though, nothing about me and Silas felt casual. I was long past the days of meaningless hookups. The yearning for more, for a meaningful connection both in and out of the bedroom, hit me like I’d been cross-checked. It should’ve been warning enough to put a stop to this. But for once, I wanted to be selfish, to enjoy what I had and not question it.

Like me, Silas was breathing hard, his skin glistening with sweat. When he offered me a naughty grin, I was helpless to return it.

“I think I’ll take that drink now,” he mused.

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