Page 57 of Stupid Dirty

“That’s better,” I say when we finally break apart. His half-hard cock is rubbing up against my ass where I’m straddling him, and it blows away any lingering insecurities I had that last night was a fluke for him. “Now, you seem upset. And I’m not letting you go home when you’re upset. So, I’m going to finish patching up your hand. Then we’re going to eat something, because you look a little pale. And then, if you’re feeling up to it, I was really, really hoping to get laid tonight.”

I punctuate this by rolling my hips into him, making him gasp and give an abortive half-thrust up into me.

“You don’t want me to leave?” The vulnerability shining through in his eyes threatens to make me crack.

Of course he thought I was going to kick him out the second I didn’t need him as a bodyguard anymore. I’m so used to looking at everything through the lens of my own abandonment issues, I guess now I need to factor Silas’ in, too. Because I don’t want to keep hurting him like this. Convincing him that I want him, not what he can do for me, is going to be a long, winding road. I have no idea how to do it. But things make a lot more sense now.

Taking a deep breath, I try to explain in a way that doesn’t sound like a rejection.

“Silas, I don’t think the two of us are ready to move in together in my teeny-tiny trailer with my batshit crazy family. But I’m not kicking you to the curb the second my dad leaves town, like I’mdesperate to get rid of you. Besides, I thought we had stuff to figure out while we still have some privacy.” I roll my hips again, grinding down harder onto his now fully-hard cock. “This stuff. If you want to, of course.”

Silas bites his lip, his eyes clouding with lust.

“I want to.”

“Perfect. Then be a good boy and let me finish with your hand, and we can move onto the fun stuff.”

The way Silas’ cheeks color at the words “good boy” is adorable, and for a second I think he’s going to get all demure on me. But as I try to stand up, his good hand shoots out and grabs me by the back of the neck.

His grip on me is powerful, and he practically growls as he pulls me back down to him, claiming my mouth in a deep, dirty kiss that steals every last bit of air from my lungs until I’m drowning in him.

I may enjoy bossing Silas around in our regular lives, but our shiny new sex life has unlocked something growly and dominant in him. Something ferocious. The fact that I’m about to come in my pants tells me I don’t hate it.

I really don’t hate it later, when I’m on my knees with Silas’ cock halfway down my throat.

Okay, that’s an exaggeration. It’s my first time giving a blow job, and Silas has a generously-sized dick. But what I lack in finesse I think I make up for in sloppy enthusiasm.

Just like the first time, once I decide to do something, I dive in at the deep end. I’d spent half the day thinking about what it would be like to taste him. As soon as the thought occurred to me, it was all-consuming.

After dinner and a shower, I pull him into my room, sit him on the edge of my mattress, and unwrap the towel from around his hips. He’s tired, injured and emotionally wrung out, so I tell him to let me do the heavy lifting. But the hard, flushed cock that greets me tells me he definitely isn’t too tired to fool around. It juts straight out from his hips, already leaking at the tip, practically inviting me to lean down and take a taste.

So I do. Pressing my tongue into the slit rewards me with a rich, salty flavor spreading through my mouth. I want to chase it.

Once I figure out the initial road bumps, I find a rhythm. Knowing that I’m the one to pull all those gasps and moans from him is heady, and only eggs me on. I love the feeling of my own spit mixing with his precum and smearing down my chin.

I love the way he looks at me, his pupils blown out with lust, like I’m beautiful. I love getting wrecked for him.

Now that I’ve been able to adjust to the weight of him on my tongue, I want to take him deeper. One of my hands is wrapped around the base of his cock to hold him steady, but the other is free. I shove my arm under his thigh, jerking his hips towards me and spreading his knees wider. It takes intense concentration to relax my jaw, but I can do it. It feels too good not to. I moan around him, drool spilling everywhere, as he sinks deeper into my mouth.

The muscles in his legs are twitching with the effort of holding back, and he’s making bitten-off moans somewhere above my head. One hand threads fingers through my hair. He doesn’t hold me down, but I can tell he wants to andfuck me, I kind of want him to as well.

Next time.

Silas is breathing fast, and when I look up at him, I can see every muscle tensed to breaking point. He’s covered in a sheen of sweat, making his chest glisten, and the whole image is so erotic I can feel my own erection pressing uncomfortably hard against my zipper.

Pulling off, I take a second to gaze at him. The only sound in the room is our harsh breathing, and Silas is staring at me with dark, lust-blown eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t hold back,” I say, my voice already gravelly from the abuse. “I want to taste you. Feed me your cum.”

As soon as the words fall from my lips, Silas moans so loudly his head falls back. I dive back on his cock like it’s my last meal. I think I’m drunk on the feeling of power I have over him right now.

It only takes a few more seconds before his fingers are tightening in my hair as a warning.

“Cade,” he says, in a voice so wrecked it barely sounds human. He grunts like a fucking caveman as he unloads into my mouth. Hot, salty liquid floods my tongue and I concentrate on swallowing as much as I can while the rest spills out, running down my chin.

Not that it matters. My face is already a mess. And from the way Silas is gazing at me like I’m something holy, it’s working for him.

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