Page 22 of Silent Truths

I popped off his cock before he could cum, my throat a little sore and my voice raspy. “I’m clean. Got tested,” I panted, my cock throbbing at the sight of him riding my fingers, his thick length bobbing across his flat stomach. “I want you bare, Tor. I swear to fucking God, I’ve never fucked anyone bare before.”

“Just…” he moaned, “get inside of me, Salem.”

I slid my fingers free and wiped them on my shorts before shoving them down, kicking my shoes off as I went. Hooking the backs of his knees over my arms, I bent him back a little. He reached between us, his eyes locked on mine as he pressed the blunt tip of my cock against his hole.

And then, I was sliding inside of him. Both of us moaned. Groaned. I whispered his name reverently. Like a fucking prayer.

His eyes rolled back in his head as I slid out until just the tip of me remained inside of him and then slid back in. Deeper this time. Sliding against his prostate. His lips parted on a silent moan—like he couldn’t manage to utter a word when I was stuffing him full of my cock.

He reached for me, and I let his legs fall as I lowered my body over his. His legs wrapped around my waist. We touched. Kissed. I rocked into his body over and over, never speeding up. Needing to prolong our first time together. Needing to fuck him so slowly, I took him apart piece by fucking piece.

Until there was nothing left of him but the pieces that solely belonged to me.

“I love you,” I growled into his mouth. “Say it, Tor. Your lyrics tell me, but I need to hear you say those fucking words to me, baby.”

He whined, his nails clawing into my back. “Would I—” he grunted, “let you fuck me—” a moan, “raw if I didn’t love you, too?”

I nipped at his jaw, a bead of my sweat dripping to his lips. He flicked his tongue out, licking it up, humming low in his throat as the salty flavor exploded on his tongue.

“Just say it, baby.”

He shook his head. I grabbed a handful of his blonde strands and pulled, no doubt making his scalp smart. He hissed a breath through his teeth, his hole clenching around me. He was close—I could fucking feel it. But I also knew how to prolong his orgasm if he wanted to play this fucking game with me.

“I will withhold your orgasm,” I warned him, narrowing my eyes at him.

He laughed softly. “I like your pain and your suffering,” he reminded me. “Try again.”

I kissed him again and then pulled out of him. Before he could voice anything, I rolled him to his stomach and slid back inside of him. Bracing my arm against the back of his neck, I pinned him to the bed and proceeded to drive my cock in and out of him hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall over and over.

He moaned. Whined more. Fucking screamed for me. And goddamn, it was beautiful. The perfect soundtrack. The only one I wanted to hear for the rest of my fucking life.

Tears burst from his eyes, and I yanked his head to the side, leaning down to lick them up, getting a sick satisfaction out of making him cry like this. For making him lose himself in us and everything me.

“Oh, God,” he cried. His hole strangled my cock as he came, spilling onto the pristine, white blanket beneath us. I shouted his name and spilled inside of him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder hard enough to make him bleed.

When I pulled out of him, he rolled to his back and reached for me. Immediately, I covered his body with mine, wrapping my arms around him. I knew I wasn’t light, but I pressed my body weight into him, letting him feel every bit of me.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “You’re my beginning and my end, Salem. I love you.”

I kissed him softly then, working him down, cradling him close.

He was my beginning and my end, too. He had been since we were mere kids just trying to survive in a shitty, fucked-up, broken world.

A life without Tor wasn’t a life worth living.

13

Tor

“Rise and shine!” Delia shouted as she shoved open the door to the room Salem and I had taken over. I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head, trying to block out her and the light from the main sitting area of our suite. “Out of bed. Now!” she barked.

“Fuck all the way off,” Salem growled, his arm tightening around my waist.

Cold air washed over me when she flung the blanket back. “Christ!” she yelped, stumbling back. I curled in on myself to hide my dick, and Salem moved so his body was covering me as much as possible.

“Get out!” he yelled at her, throwing a pillow in her direction, his voice booming and bouncing off the walls of our room.

She stumbled out of the room, her hand over her eyes, the door slamming shut behind her. I heard Jesse and Kalin laughing their asses off in the main room, no doubt at Delia’s expense.

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