Page 92 of Heart Taker

“First, I’m going to lick every inch of you,” I admitted, leaning down and punctuating my words with more heated kisses. “And every one of your sexy tattoos.”

Silas gave me another one of those incredible smiles as he slowly placed his hands behind his head, his veiny forearms and bulging biceps a sinful invitation that I couldn’t—and wouldn’t—ignore.

“Are you showing off?” I teased him.

“For you?” His gaze darkened. “Without question.”

He let out a husky laugh, until I leaned in and gave his bicep a not-so-playful bite. His sharp inhale inspired me to keep going, and I did, trailing kisses on his shoulder, his chest, sucking on one nipple, then the other, lower, until I reached hisRuthlesstattoo. I ran one hand over the letters, tracing each line, feeling his muscles quiver with every stroke. Then I followed the same path with my tongue, as Silas moaned and grabbed hold of my hair.

“Don’t stop.”

I let out a dirty chuckle and continued to tease him, tracing a path lower, along those tight abs and V-lines, until I was nuzzling his blond pubes. Fuck, he smelled so good, musky, and I knew that he would taste even better.

Instead of worrying about the fact that it had been years since I’d touched a man, I did what I always did and leaned into my instinct. I knew what I liked and figured I’d start with that. I spat in my hand and reached for his hard cock, giving it a firm stroke, all my senses eagerly mapping his reaction.

Like he could read my mind, Silas shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter how you touch me, Damien. I’m going to love all of it,” he insisted. “Don’t stop.”

The last tether I was holding on to—the one I used to guard myself from losing control, from getting hurt—snapped. I reached for Silas’s legs, hooking my hands under his kneesand pushing them against his chest, opening him up. Everything about this man was beautiful, and my eyes were hungry to take in all of it.

Not just my eyes, but hands, and my mouth too.

There was no hesitation when I buried my face in his ass. Determined to give Silas all the pleasure, I desperately ate at his hole, licking, sucking, then tongue-fucking it. I couldn’t get enough, and I wasn’t the only one. Silas pushed back, greedy for more, humping my face like this was the end game.

“Goddamn it, you… you go right for the goal, don’t you?” Silas moaned.

“Always.”

I licked a path from his hole to his taint, then slid my tongue around one of his balls and sucked on it. His taste was totally addictive, and the wild and sexy sounds coming out of Silas’s mouth had my own throbbing erection begging for friction.

I ignored my needs in favor of his.

“So damn good,” he groaned.

I gave his other ball the same attention, his musky taste and smell more potent than any shot of alcohol. My finger reached for his spit-slicked hole, rubbing, teasing, until I slipped the tip inside him. He was so tight and hot, and I knew that getting my cock inside him was going to completely ruin me.

“Damien, baby, give me more. More.”

I ran my tongue along the base of his cock, tracing the long vein that ran along the rigid length. When I finally reached the fat head of his dick, I swirled my tongue around the underside, feeling him jerk in response.

“Enough,” Silas growled. “I need your dick inside me.”

Instead of heeding his demand, I lowered my head and swallowed his cock, sucking hard, taking as much of him as I could before I started to choke. Taking Silas all the way down was going to take some practice. A lot of it. But judging by hisdirty moans, he was enjoying my effort. Fuck, everything about sex with him was already better than anything that had come before.

I pulled off his cock to take a much-needed breath, and before I could lean in again, Silas hauled me up in his arms. We kissed fiercely, rutting against each other, my senses overloading. I couldn’t get close enough or kiss enough. And Silas was right. I needed to be inside him and right fucking now.

“Nightstand,” I whispered against his lips. “Lube.”

Next time I’d shove it under my pillow for easy access. Please God, let there be a next time…

I rolled off him and reached for the drawer, yanking it open so fast, I nearly toppled the table. I’d barely grabbed hold of the tube when Silas plucked it out of my hand and manhandled me until my back hit the mattress again.

“I’m gonna ride you until we break this fucking bed.” He groaned as he kneeled above me, pouring lube into his palm and then reaching behind.

“Show me,” I whispered, desperate to see him play with his ass.

Fuck that, I wanted my fingers inside him too. I wanted to be all over him, inside him, the need clawing at my chest.

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