Page 51 of Stupid Dirty

Baby.

That feels way better than I ever would have guessed.

“Mm, no, I don’t want to hurt you.” He pouts, but I stroke him inside and the pout turns to a shiver. “Come for me like this, Cade. I know you can. You look so fucking beautiful like this.”

My free hand is wrapped around his hip, holding him steady while I keep working him with my other. His hips are thrusting up into nothing and his breath is catching with every movement. The clench of his body around my fingers builds excruciatingly slowly, and by the time I push him over the edge, every muscle in his body is drawn tight.

When he comes the second time, it’s this slow, drawn-out thing that seems to be pleasurable to the point of pain. His body trembles in my arms as his cock pulses weakly, and his hole clenches rhythmically for what seems like minutes.

As soon as he finally sags and my fingers slip out of him, I reach for my own cock. I’m so fucking aroused, it barely takes a half dozen pumps before I’m spilling my cum all over his thighs and sloppy hole. The sight of it grips my heart so tightly that for a second, I feel like I can’t breathe.

We lie there for a long time after that. He continues to tremble for a while; I think from the adrenaline. I don’t want to move him, so I clean us both up as well as I can with a pack of baby wipes I snag from the floor. Then I wrap him up in my arms and pull the blanket over us, even though it’s warm in the room. When he buries his face in my chest I can feel wetness, but as soon as I try to pull back and check on it he clutches me closer.

“I’m notcryingcrying, I promise. I’m good. Shaky, but good.” His voice is raw, but the way he clings to me makes me believe him. He speaks the words directly into my skin. “I just didn’t realize it could be like this. This good.”

I know what he means. A sudden rush of emotion pinches behind my eyes as well, but I push it back and press a kiss against his hair instead, holding him as tightly as I can. We’re still like that when the early morning light starts to creep over the horizon. I nuzzle into him, taking in deep lungfuls of Cade with every breath.

My need to keep him safe has always been deep-seated, but now it threatens to overwhelm me.

Chapter Twenty-One

Silas is the first thing I see when I wake up.

Our legs are still tangled together, like they were when we fell asleep, until he woke up and slowly, gently put some distance between us.

“Hey.” I hate that he’s watching me with a guarded expression. He’s not supposed to look like that with me, so I reach out and run my thumb across the arch of his cheekbone. His eyes flutter closed, and he pushes into the touch. Just a little. Just enough to let me know he needed it.

When he opens his eyes again, there’s less fear in them.

“Hey,” he says back.

He’s waiting for me to freak out, I can tell.

I’m waiting for either of us to freak out, to be honest. Last night was a lot. But I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to, and I think we can both admit it’s been building for a while now, even if we were too brick-headed to recognize it.

I talk a lot. I know. But I’m not always good at actually saying stuff, and this seems like one of those times where actions are going to speak louder than words.

The sheets are warm and smell like both of us as I slide across the mattress towards him, inserting myself into his arms. My leg that was already between his pushes up closer, grazing against his groin, bypassing all the bestie double-speak we’ve been drowning in for way too long. I let myself luxuriate in the solidity of his body as I wrap my arms around his waist.

Everything about him is masculine. His chest is firm, covered in a light dusting of blonde hair. His shoulders are broad enough to bracket me in. It’s all stuff that I never associated with comfort, let alone horniness, but now that the dam is broken I can’t get enough. Silas hesitates for a second, but then puts his arm around my back and holds me close.

When our faces are only inches apart, the way they should be, I kiss him chastely on the lips and try again.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

I’m worried I broke him.

But like last night, once he gets with the program, he fucking gets it. It took him a minute to adjust after I realized how fucking stupid we’ve been and crash-tackled him into the mattress, but barely fifteen minutes later he had me moaning his name into that mattress, and it looks like this is a gonna be a pattern with him.

He blinks a couple times and licks his lips, making me wonder if I taste like all the sweat I gleefully licked off his neck last night. Then he reels me back in and covers my mouth with his.

Silas doesn’t kiss like someone who hasn’t had a lot of sex. Silas kisses like someone whofucks. His tongue presses into my mouth, firm and sure, making me open up to him, while his hands explore my back and tug at my hair.

It doesn’t take long before I’m writhing in his arms again, rocking my erection into his meaty thigh while he does the same thing to me.

“Fuck, Silas,” I groan into his mouth before he swallows the words in another searing kiss.

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