Page 27 of Outlaw
Not for anything like this.
Silas falls to his knees at the side of the bed and reaches over to twine his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
My whole body goes taut, eyes wide at the mental picture he painted that’s coming to life in front of my eyes. He turns my body sideways across the width of the bed. Both of his large hands splay on each side of my thighs, spreading me wide as he pulls my hips to the edge. He grips the back of my neck and lifts my head forward until our lips meet for a kiss. Each brush of his soft lips against mine is a subtle tease. He’s kissing me as if we have all the time in the world, as if that throbbing between my legs can wait. It can’t, but he’s already made a point of both showing and telling me this is his domain, his rules, his pace.
Our mouths and tongues leisurely explore each other, and his fingers tighten in my hair, moving me exactly where he wants me at all times. I want to explode from the way his body heat tingles and pulses along my skin, even in places where he isn’t making direct contact. It’s as if the warmth pouring off of him can be its own living entity.
He pulls away again, and once again I make a small noise in protest. His smirk matches the cocky gleam in his eyes, eyebrows raised as a small grunt of a laugh causes me to pull away. Well, to try, anyway. He knows I can’t move. He has me pinned down and that’s exactly how he likes it. Compelling me to meet his eyes that sparkle with so many nonverbal messages in succession that I can’t quite pin them down before they flit away.
“I’m going to have you every which way, sugar. And you’re going to love it.”
He glances down at the shadowed patch between my legs, bites down on one side of his lip, and drags his piercing blue gaze back up to my face.
“Open for me.”
I don’t hesitate. My legs open and he spreads them wider, with his palms dipping lower to meet my heat. His slick, warm tongue traces along the outer edge of my pussy, and I lean back on my elbows, letting out a soft cry. I can’t stop the fact that my lungs constrict with intense pleasure. And God, my eyes want to snap shut, but I keep them locked onto the sight of him between my legs, positive that he’ll stop if I don’t obey him.
Adrenaline tingles at the base of my spine, and my toes curl as he swirls his tongue in short, clipped circles around my clit. My muscles go taut. My eyes are wide from the voyeuristic thrill of watching a man take such control and such pleasure from tasting me, feasting like he’s just come off a three-day fast. Without moving, Silas’s eyes roll up to watch me again. He must be pleased to know my eyes are still on him. His smile of approval making me clutch the sheets so hard that my knuckles go white. His tongue delves into my slit, teasing the barest bit, and I nearly cum right then and there.
His tongue works me deeper, thrusting, and I move my hips back and forth to accommodate him. Little whimpers escape past my lips when his firm, rough fingers massage my thighs, causing me to open more to his course yet gentle touch. And then, he triggers a cascade of ecstasy that overwhelms my nervous system.
“Oh…my…God,” I whisper, voice cracking as my throat closes and my muscles all flex, my core a quivering, mess of nerves as I cum.
I want to mark this moment with more than heavy breaths and mindlessness. After waiting this long and making work a priority above everything else, this foray back to getting some is well worth my involuntary period of celibacy. Silas is exactly one hundred percent the hot-blooded, woman-pleasing, alpha male bedroom material I’ve been holding out for. Heck, I’d take him in the kitchen, on the couch, against a wall, in my office, and wherever he was up for dispensing pleasure. If he weren’t also my captor.
“You taste perfect,” he groans.
My thighs quake from the vibration of his words, and he returns to sucking on my clit while simultaneously plunging two thick fingers deep within me. I nearly shoot off the bed from his touch. His firm hand anchors me to the mattress as his mouth and fingers are more and more relentless until another overwhelming orgasm crashes down over my head and thunders through my body, right down to my toes. I’m vaguely aware that my voice is hoarse from screaming, even while he continues to work my pussy with his lips and tongue and digits.
I writhe against the sheets, too busy scrambling to know whether I’m running from pleasure or aching for more of it.
“Don’t move.”
The words coming from Silas barely penetrate my mind, which is spinning in a million different directions. By the time I come back down to earth, he’s found a condom and is sliding it over his cock.
This is actually happening.
It takes me a beat to focus, but I need to memorialize the moment. I gather my scattered brain and watch him as he maneuvers onto the bed and pulls both my legs over his shoulders, never breaking his gaze. That stare. It’s intense. Beyond intense. It eats me up from the soles of my feet to the tips of my fanned out hair. Silas tightens his fingers along my hips and scoots forward, positioning himself. I can’t help myself. He’s so close and I haven’t had my chance to grope the goods. It’s a crime. Trying to make up for lost time, my fingers reach up and trace the ridges of his abdomen.
Then our eyes lock again.
“I told you I’d make you scream.” His cocky words echo in my ears and then are gone just as quickly when he plunges forward, burying deep into my pussy. All fragments of thought are long gone. His massive cock fills every inch of me with a force I’m not expecting. Or maybe I am. He warned me.
Silas makes a constricted groan from the back of his throat, a sound that causes me to buck my hips. Then he stops again. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“Please,” I beg, but I honestly don’t know what I’m asking for as the word trembles under my conviction.
His hands grip my hips tightly again, and he eases backward, then thrusts forward again, finding a rhythm. I dig my fists into the sheets as the deep, full feeling washes another wave of pleasure along my extra sensitive flesh. With each heave forward, his cock angles deeper and harder, intensifying and accelerating until I can’t catch my breath anymore. He pistons into me like a man possessed, and my body trembles under him as he rides me hard, unrelenting, taking me a step closer toward another orgasm with every thrust.
“That’s it, baby. Come again for me,” he orders, pushing my legs backward ever so slightly, changing the angle once more, then again, then again until I flex and cry out through the blinding overload of pleasure.
My inner muscles flutter around his cock, and another orgasm pulses through me, straining through my core and my limbs and my mind. Without stopping, Silas smoothes his hands up my calves, and I shudder from the contrast between that faint touch and the quickening strokes that punish my inner walls, stretching out my climax. My muscles shake from strain, but Silas doesn’t stop. He’s ruthless and unyielding, skimming fingers across every bit of my skin, teasing me with that light touch on the surface as he rams his cock against the deepest depths of my G-spot, over and over again.
Soon his movements become erratic. He moves my thighs down from his shoulders and settles between them, hips making solid contact now. Our gazes reconnect. Neither of us looks away as he moves much more slowly, deliberately. Each stroke makes me whimper. I curl my limbs around him, running my hands from the back of his hair down his spine, and wrapping my legs around his hips. His tongue wisps down my neck, whispering something I can’t discern along my collarbone. I arch against him and his reaction tells me I’ve taken him past the point of no return.
“Fuck,” he part-whispers, part-cries, part-bites against my damp skin as he cums. He shudders above me, his body trembling, his fingers flexing in the roots of my hair.
We rest in that position a while, silent, limbs still tangled together. After a few minutes, he lays a gentle kiss on my neck, pulls out, and rolls onto his back beside me. I close my eyes, taking in his scent that’s still fresh on my skin until a light sleep comes for me.
