Page 72 of Addicted to You
Without thinking more about it, my fingers brushed over his bare shoulder, then down his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. But that wasn’t enough.
Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his shoulder, lingering there before trailing soft kisses up his neck. Silas stirred, letting out a quiet moan, but I didn’t stop. I kissed along the side of his neck, tasting the faint salt of his skin.
“Mornin’,” he murmured, looking over his shoulder at me.
“Morning. Are you sore?”
He thought for a moment and then shook his head.
“Good. Stay just like that.” I squeezed his bare ass cheek before licking my middle finger and running it up his crack.
He let out a moan as I pressed slightly on his puckered rim. “Are you going to tease me or fuck me?”
I grinned. “Just wanted to get you ready.”
“You stretched me last night. I think I’m ready.” He pushed the sheets down around our ankles and then stayed facing away from me on his side.
I rolled over and grabbed a condom and the lube from the bedside table. Just the thought of being buried inside of him again was making me hard, so after giving myself a few tugs, I ripped open the condom wrapper and slid the latex down my thick shaft. Popping the top on the lube, I poured some onto the tip and then used my hand to coat my length.
Squirting some of the lubricant onto my fingers, I reached over and ran my hand up Silas’s crack again. He let out another moan and this time, I slipped the tip of my digit into his tight hole.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he panted.
“Good. Now get that ass over here.”
I turned so I was spooning him and pulled his hips closer so I could line up behind him. He twisted slightly, angling his ass just right for me to nudge his rosebud with my crown.
Kissing his neck, I slowly eased into him, letting him stretch and trying not to hurt him. He hissed slightly, but pushed back, urging me to go deeper.
And I did.
Once I was fully in and we were as close as possible, I rocked my hips up into him.
“Still doing okay?” I asked him.
“Absofuckinglutely. Keep going.”
We spread our thighs apart and as I held his bent leg up, Silas reached down and started to jerk himself. Watching his hand move up and down his dick had my hips going faster.
“You feel so good,” I murmured against his shoulder.
“Not a bad way to wake up, is it?” He gave me a grin.
“Not at all.” I took his mouth, kissing him the best I could as I thrust into him.
The bed moved with each drive of my hips and despite the cool AC blowing on our skin, we were both slick with sweat.
“Harder,” he ordered. “You keep hittingthespot.”
“Get on your back so I can watch you come.”
I slipped out so he could hurry and do as I ordered, and then I slid back into his tight canal as he hooked his legs around my hips. Silas squeezed around me and I leaned down to kiss his neck and jaw as I pounded into him again.
“Deeper,” he groaned, so I took his legs and hooked them over my shoulders, causing his hips to rise off the bed.
His asshole swallowed my cock, and I held onto the headboard as I pistoned into him. He pumped his cock again. I could see the pre-cum coating his shaft—could hear it—and my mouth watered.
