Page 12 of Nothing to Fear
“You’re wanted.” His voice is barely a whisper, and if it weren’t for the silence around us, I would have missed it. My eyes connect with his, a flash of something I can’t quite placereflected in them. He looks almost dejected, uncertain . . .desperate.
If I thought his whispered “thank you” was intriguing, this just lit a fuse that could potentially burn us both to the ground. It’s the first time I’ve seen an ounce of vulnerability or real kindness from him since we met freshman year. I wonder what life must be like for him if dishing out reassurance or a compliment is a challenge. I should be reeling from whiplash, but instead, even though I can’t explain it, my heart pangs against my ribcage, a rapid thump that aches, and even though Silas doesn’t deserve any sympathy from me, I give it freely.
“You want me to go back inside, Silas?”
“Yeah,” he answers quickly, and based on the expression on his face, he didn’t mean to. “I mean, you should. There are plenty of people who would want to get stuck in a glory hole situation with you.”
My lips pull up on one side, a sly smirk filling my face as I watch how uncomfortable he looks shifting on his feet, fingers threading through his thick hair over and over.
“Okay.” I shrug like it’s no big deal, even if my insides are screaming at me.
His shoulders relax almost immediately, and my heart beats wildly, a feeling of pleasure flowing through my veins as I watch his discomfort ebb. Okay, maybe I was right the first time. Maybe Silas is more complex than I thought.
Another pass of his hand over his golden locks, and those crystal-blue eyes are boring into me in such a way that makes me feel laid bare in front of him. Tension hums between us, a hard gust of wind slamming into my back, forcing me to stumble several steps in Silas’ direction.
“We, uh, we should go inside.” He fumbles with his hands in front of him, clearly feeling the electricity sparking between us as much as I am. Taking several steps until we’re toe-to-toe,my curiosity winning out, I lightly grip his fingers, my skin brushing over the rough skin of his hands, wanting to do something to calm and center him.
Thunder claps loudly overhead as a hum of electricity vibrates from the point of contact with Silas throughout my entire body. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, I’m seeing Silas Blackwood as an entirely different person. The icy exterior has melted away, leaving a storm of vulnerability in its wake. Is Silas who I thought he was all this time? Or is he hiding who he really is to protect himself from something?
The thought makes my heart flip over in my chest, and that side of me that hyperfixates, hyperfocuses . . .obsesses, just found a clue to something I won’t be able to let go of. I want to peel back every layer that he’s hiding under until there’s nothing left to discover.
“You okay?” I ask, my eyes darting back and forth between his, trying to find the code to unlock all his deep, dark secrets. Silas clears his throat, dropping his hands to his sides and taking a large step back, successfully breaking whatever spell we were under.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Let’s get back to the game.”
I nod slowly, taking my time to look him over.
“Okay, yeah, let’s go back in. Some game, huh?”
As Silas and I walk back through the house, it hits me that a stranger is about to get him off, and something about that image makes me feel sick. I can’t explain why.
By the time we re-enter the basement, groups are already inside. Two students walk up to a group of us, blindfolding several students we’re standing with, including myself and Silas. Confident hands grab my forearms, leading me through the basement and turning me around.
“When you hear the bell chime, take two steps forward,and push open the door. If you are receiving, there will be a red light in your room; givers, your light is green.”
Easy enough.
The bell chimes, and I do as she said, taking two solid steps forward and pushing open a door. Once I’m inside, I remove my blindfold, rubbing my eyes and taking stock of the room. Red. I’m receiving.
It’s what I would expect from a makeshift glory hole in the basement of a college residence hall. The walls are painted black, red light gleaming from a small lamp in the corner. To my left is a hole, waist high, with thick leather padding circling the inside of it.
At least I won’t have to worry about getting splinters on my dick. Jesus Christ, am I really about to stick my dick through a glory hole? Even as I stare down at the opening in the makeshift wall, my cock hardens and a thrill races down my spine.
With shaky fingers, I unbuckle my jeans, shimmying them down over my hips until they pool at my feet. I hear the click of a door in front of me, and I know it’s now or never. After a quick stroke of my cock, I feed my length and my balls into the hole of the wall, my pelvis resting flat against the painted board.
I wait with my breath caught in my lungs, nerves and excitement rolling together, arousal thick in the air. But then fingertips ghost along my length from root to tip, a whisper of a touch rimming around my thick head. Pleasure scatters outward, and I audibly sigh.
Firm hands explore me with no rush, and I wonder if they’ve forgotten the point of the game is to get their partner off as quickly as possible. But I’m not going to turn down this hand job, not if they want to explore and play.
I slip my hand between the wall and my chest, rubbing myfingers over my nipple, pinching and twisting, arousal pulsing through me.
Fingers deftly circle my length, stroking me from root to tip. I gasp, my breathing coming in heavy pants. Jesus Christ, I can’t believe this is happening right now. The hand twists once it nears my head, a thumb swiping over my slit on every pass. And there’s no doubt about it in my mind now, it’s definitely a man. His hand is large, fully encompassing my girth with sure, firm strokes that are much too confident to be from a chick. My knees shake as my hips start to thrust against his perfect onslaught.
I expect his hand.
I expect the cool, stringy guts of the pumpkin.
I don’t expect a warm tongue.
