Page 54 of Nothing to Fear
“Fuck yeah, Ash. Deeper.”
“You like my fingers, baby? Just wait until I’m filling you with my cock.”
Silas moans in response, the noise vibrating against my lips as I swallow each of them down. He looks so good, his athletic frame, toned muscles that strain and flex when I touch him.
Shifting Silas to his side, I curl behind him, lifting his leg slightly to hold him open for me as I slide my dick inside his tight, prepped hole. I enter him torturously slowly with a lazy, languid thrust that has both of us melting into the pleasure. He’s so tight around me as I glide into my hilt, fittinglike a glove. I groan out my appreciation, my eyes practically rolling to the back of my head as pleasure courses through me.
Silas’ hands reach behind him, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer. My hand fists his hair as I claim his mouth, slow and sensuous. I caress his tongue and put every bit of feeling behind it.
“You’re so goddam tight, your ass is gripping me, Si. How’s it feel?” I pant against his swollen lips.
“So full. It’s so good with you. Aah, fuuuuck,” he moans as I slowly drag my cock out of his tight little hole and thrust back in. My arm bands around his stomach, fingertips seeking out his nipples and swirling around them.
“You love being full of my cock, Silas? You love how I fuck you? How hard I can make you come? Has anyone ever made you feel this way?”
“Only you, only ever you.”
“That’s right. Only me.” Your man. Your masked stranger. The only man for you.
I hold him as close to me as physically possible, his back flush against my chest, my cock filling his body as he laces our fingers together, pulling my hand to his mouth. Just when I think he’s going to kiss my hand, Silas sucks my thumb between his plush lips, igniting that flame into a full-blown wildfire.
“Fuck yes, baby.”
I fuck him hard and fast, rapid thrusts, the thick head of my cock bumping his sensitive prostate each time I fill him. My hand moves from his face to his throat, holding him tightly where I want him, his head turned toward mine so I can take his lips once more. I love how he tastes, every bit of him, and I’ll never tire of it. I can’t get enough.
I continue to fuck him, rotating between bursts of quick,deep thrusts and a slow rock, driving him to the edge and pulling him back.
“You feel so good, Silas, so good. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Has anyone ever made you feel what I do?” Silas asks, our breathing heavy and labored, his words quiet and apprehensive. This causes me to pause, pulling free from his body and pressing him down flat on his back. I climb between his legs, his hands sliding up my torso, causing goosebumps to break out across my overly sensitive skin. I slip back between his spread legs, filling him once again in one fluid thrust. Jesus, it feels perfect.
Every.
Single.
Time.
My hands cradle his face between my palms, thumbs rubbing over his cheeks, trying to memorize every feature as I lazily pump inside him.
“No, Silas. No one’s ever made me feel what you do. In any way.”
I love you.
It’s on the tip of my tongue, and everything inside me is roaring to life with the emotion, wanting nothing more than to say it.
“I love you, Asher.”
My thrusts stop, filling him completely as I look down on him, this beautiful man that I’ve fallen so rapidly for, so unexpectedly, yet so goddamn wanted. A smirk lifts on my lips that he said it first, that he put himself out there and was vulnerable, letting his emotions bleed freely.
“I love you, Silas.”
I crash my lips against his and fuck him senseless, taking both of us under that wave of pure bliss with no intention of coming up for air.
After a neededjoint shower where we took turns washing each other, we lay on his couch with our legs intertwined and our fingers laced together over his strong abs. Silas flicks through TV shows as I contemplate the conversation I had earlier today with my dad.
“You know what the worst part of it all is?”
“That we have to deal with him until winter break?”
