Page 83 of Silver Tears

I grind myself against him, needing to be closer. My breath leaves me when he sits up and rolls us over so that I end up underneath him, with his hands on either side of my head, holding his weight above me. I reach out to pull him closer and he shakes his head at me, moving to my neck and pressing barely there kisses down my collarbone. I shiver when he pauses over my left breast and softly blows cool air over my nipple.

“Please,” I beg.

He sweeps his tongue around my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth, palming my other breast with his hand. I buck my hips up, wanting the physical contact, closing my eyes, and just feeling. He leaves my breasts, moving down my torso, licking and kissing his way down my body. When he reaches for my panties, he looks up at me, and I nod my head, lifting my bottom so he can pull them down and off. I flush when he bunches them in his hand and lifts them to his nose, inhaling. I rest up on my elbows, drinking in the sight of him knelt on the bed between my legs. My sex exposed to him as he pushes my legs wider apart.

“Fuck, precious. Are you already wet for me?”

I nod my head. I’m fucking soaked. I want this boy on me and in me so badly. Slowly, he leans in and kisses up my right leg, working his way closer and closer to my core and its pure ecstasy and torture. I watch him with enrapture. I’ve never had anyone go down on me before, but I’ve heard other girls talk about how amazing it feels and the anticipation hums through my body. He looks up at me as he parts my folds and licks along my core.

“Fuck!” I exclaim as my hips buck up off the bed. He places both his hands on my hips, holding me in place as he circles my clit with his tongue. “Oh, wow. This is good,” I moan, reaching down and grasping his curls between my fingers. He devours me, licking, sucking, and ruining me in the best way possible. I can’t take my eyes off him. It feels wrong to watch him do something so carnal and intimate but watching him watch me as he eats me out is the hottest fucking thing. When he pushes his tongue inside of me, I whimper in pure pleasure. Holy fucking hell. He circles my clit with his finger, and he fucks me with his tongue. I grind my hips into his face, gripping tightly at his hair and pushing him closer. Pure pleasure rips through my body. His tongue returns to my clit, sucking it into his mouth as he pushes his forefinger inside of me.

“Yes!” I moan. “More.”

He smirks against my flesh as he adds a second finger and pumps them in and out in a steady and heady rhythm that has me writhing against him. I’m close to coming. I can feel the rush of pleasure building and building, before I freefall over the other side, moaning his name loudly. When he lifts his head, his lips glisten with my juices and I reach for him, wanting to feel his lips against mine. He climbs back up my body, grinding his hips into mine, and he’s hard for me. I reach down, running my fingers up and down his cock through his pants. “Let me get you off.”

His eyes roll back into his head, and I continue to caress him. He groans and shakes his head. “Tonight isn’t about my needs. It’s all about you, precious. I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, you won’t know which way is up,” he promises before he disappears back down between my legs and worships me all over again.

Seb crawls up beside me and lies on his back, his breathing ragged. I’m wrought out from him making me cum another three times. My vagina thinks it has died and gone to heaven. He rolls onto his side, placing an arm around my waist and pulling me into his body, spooning me and enclosing me in his warmth.

“Sleep, Mills. I’ve got you. You’re safe here with me.”

I close my eyes, feeling sated and blissful, and to my surprise, sleep finds me quicker than I’d hoped.

* * *

I wake in the morning with a smile on my face. The end of last night had been amazing. I frown when I realise he isn’t in bed with me. A million negative thoughts run through my brain. Then the horror of last night wipes the smile from my face. I look down at my hands. These hands used a knife to hurt someone. You know you think you know yourself, but in truth, do we ever really know what we’re capable of? I suck in a deep breath, feeling unable to breathe. What if he stumbled out of the house and collapsed and died somewhere, and someone finds him while they’re walking their dog? What if he went straight to the police and they’re out there right now looking to arrest me for attempted murder? It would be my word against his about what went down in that kitchen. Would a jury believe me? Oh god…Dad! He’ll be so disappointed in me, his little girl in court for stabbing someone. I feel dizzy. I can’t breathe.

I stumble from the bed, clutching my chest. Seb. I need Seb.

I hear voices coming from a room down the hallway.

“We searched all night. The blood trail tailed off near a block of flats.” It’s Rafe's voice.

“His flat?” Seb asks them.

“No. Maybe a friend.”

I stumble through the doorway into the room, and they all look my way.

I point at my chest. “I can’t…breathe.” I grasp the sofa, feeling faint. Seb’s beside me in an instant. He picks me up and carries me to the sofa, sitting down with me on his lap. He softly brushes the hair from my face and holds my head in his hands.

“Look at me, precious,” he gently orders. I fix my eyes on him. I breathe in, but it feels like there’s no air. “Listen to me, Mills. You’re safe. He can’t harm you now. Take a deep breath in.” He nods his head and sucks in a deep breath, and I copy him. “That’s it. Good girl. Now breath out nice and slow. I got you, okay. You and Chops are safe.”

I mimic his breathing, taking a deep breath in and then out again. I gradually feel my galloping heart slow down and I finally feel like I can breathe.

“Sorry,” I mutter. He must think I’m such a weak fool.

“Hey,” he says, lifting my chin with his finger. “You went through something terrible last night. Losing it is okay, Mills, especially after what you experienced," he says, lifting my chin with his finger. “You don’t have to have it all figured out and be perfect all the time.”

I nod my head. I know he’s right. My eyes move to the two other formidable males in the room. They know. They know about my mum and Charlie.

“Can you guys take a seat before Mills ties herself in knots,” Seb asks them, with a half-smile my way.

I watch as they silently come and sit on the other end of the large, l-shaped sofa.

Seb taps my thigh, getting my attention. “First things first. They’re my brothers. If I tell them, they tell no one. They won’t. You have my word on that.”

“Not even Eliza and Vee?” I ask, finding it hard to believe that they won’t tell their girls.

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