Page 6 of Actions and Reactions (All It Takes #5)

Ivan

I wanted him to shut up.

His words hurt—actively, acutely, like a needle going into my skin without any warning or anesthesia.

But all evening, I’ve been stopping myself from looking at his lips... so something had to give.

So yeah, I kiss him.

For the first time and... it’s everything and nothing like what I dreamed about.

His lips part and a moan escapes him.

That’s all it takes.

I don’t think about the pain I was feeling just seconds ago, I only feel him.

Reaching for my sides and gripping my shirt.

His lips kneading mine.

His tongue sneaking out tentatively to lick my lower lip.

His teeth biting down after it.

I lean in until he topples back and lands hard on the wood planks of the dock. Our lips separate for less than two seconds, but that’s too much for me, so I go in for more.

His sandalwood scent envelops me as I lie down on top of him and feel his hard cock for the first time.

I grind down, chasing the euphoria I know we can find with each other.

Sure, it’s only in my fantasies that we’ve found it, but I just know it’s real, so I banish all doubts from my head and frame his jaw with my hands while I straddle his hips.

“Fuck, I want to touch you,” I murmur when I pull back to trail kisses along his jaw.

“Yes,” he agrees, and I love the breathy sound of his panting. “Please touch me, Vinny,” he whines.

That whine .

Jesus fucking Christ, it’s something I’ve never heard from him, something new, and it drives me fucking feral.

Because right now I’m actually touching him, kissing him. He just gave me free rein and I’m not going to waste this opportunity.

I reach down to push the waistband of his sweats down, then quickly undo the button of my jeans and take out my dick.

I have to sit up to spit on my hand two times, and I get a good fucking look at his hard cock.

It’s long and has two drops of precum running down the underside toward his trimmed pubes.

My mouth waters, but instead of sliding down his body, I shuffle forward until our erections are aligned and tighten my fist around us both.

With my hand slick, I start stroking us fast and hard right away. There’s no time to waste.

I don’t know how long he’s going to give me. How much time I have before his brain turns back on and he realizes he doesn’t really want me.

He has his eyes closed, his head thrown back, and he’s biting down hard on his lower lip.

“Fuck yeah,” he mumbles. “Harder, Vinny.”

The veins on the sides of his neck are visible, and fuck I want to lick them. I want to kiss him all over and finally get my fill of him, but I don’t have the room to keep stroking us and kiss him at the same time.

I rest my free hand next to his head and lean as close as I can so at least we’re sharing the same breath. That’s more than enough for now.

“Si,” I say his name in a gravelly voice. I want him to look at me. I want him to see how much I’ve wanted this... wanted him .

When he does open his eyes, my hand’s rhythm falters from the impact. I recover quickly, and begin to move it faster, squeeze us harder. The heat of us is better than anything I’ve ever felt, and I want him to feel every inch of my dick pressed to his. I want to see him come for me.

“You like that, Si?” I don’t know how I manage to get the words out.

He wets his lips and shifts his head in a barely there nod, but his eyes keep holding mine hostage .

“I wanna come, Vinny.” His whisper comes out tortured, and I can’t take it.

Part of me wants to drag it out, gather all my self-control—what there is of it—and make this last longer, but there’s no way I can resist him.

I twist my hand just so with every pass over our red tips, and lean down just a little bit more. I can barely reach his lower lip with the tip of my tongue, but I try, and damn, he gives me all I want when he stretches up and grabs the sides of my head to kiss me back.

He invades my mouth with a new determination, his tongue massaging mine expertly enough that I moan into the kiss, and after another hard stroke I spill all over him.

I throw my head back as much as I can with him still holding on tight, and he goes right for my throat, licking teasingly under my ear.

“Si,” I moan loudly as the delicious warmth of my orgasm spreads to my limbs. I somehow keep my hand moving, and each pass of my hand is smoother thanks to my cum.

The thought that I’m marking his cock is erotic enough to have me moaning again, and the next second he groans against my skin and I feel his release coat my hand too.

I take a couple of minutes to get my breath back, and all those seconds I can’t bear to open my eyes.

I just want to keep feeling Si’s panting breaths against my skin. His kisses left the side of my neck just wet enough that each burst of air cools the spot.

It feels like a brand, and I don’t want it to go away .

I don’t want to have to clean up and shuffle back.

I don’t want Si to tell me he regrets this or that it was a mistake.

I don’t want to say a single word, and I definitely don’t want to hear a syllable from him.

“That was incredible.”

Unless it’s those words.

Okay, if he’s not going to want to take it back, then I might be able to function again, maybe even act like a decent human being. Especially if his voice keeps coming out so gravelly.

It’s damn sexy.

I finally open my eyes and look down at him. It takes him a second but he looks up, and the way the slowly darkening sky makes his eyes seem a darker shade of blue reminds me where we are, and that in theory, anyone could’ve seen us.

Of course this dock is just a little less secluded than ours, in a cove at the lake, so the chances of other vacationing humans seeing us are slim, but still...

“Come on, let’s go home,” I whisper.

He agrees only with a nod.

I climb off his lap and take off my shirt to clean up my dick, then ask with a glance, and again he just nods, so I clean him up too.

I can feel his gaze on my face but don’t dare look at him until we’re both standing. The thought of taking his hand flits through my mind, but I push it away and reach down to grab the almost-full bottle of Dad’s vodka .

I think he’ll be glad we didn’t finish it, since he always drinks a glass after dinner, but I still hope he’s sulking about me taking it tonight.

They have some nerve—Uncle Paul, Aunt Elle, Mom, and Dad.

I really can’t figure out what their deal is, why they think it’s okay to butt into our issues now.

But I’m not going to think about those issues now, not for a few hours if I’m lucky.

The trek through the woods is quick, but when he goes to walk back to the kitchen door, I pull him to the side and to my room’s window. I really don’t feel like having another showdown with our parents, and this way we can all have a few more hours away from each other to think things through.

And I can hopefully get away with more kisses before Si puts a stop to this .

As expected, the window is unlocked, so I slide it open then basket my hands to give Si a boost.

I have no clue if he can manage it on his own, since we definitely haven’t talked about the state of his leg—and I don’t plan to ever have that conversation—but I figure that offering help wordlessly is the way to go in this situation.

Si pulls his leg up by the back of his knee, and only lets go when his foot is firmly on my hands, then he reaches up to the molding and pulls himself up while I push gently.

I’m climbing over it too in no time, and don’t give either of us a chance to say anything else.

I march—quietly—to the door and drag my duffel into the room, then close the door. Facing Si again, I see he’s focusing way too hard on the wall of my room. So, trying to circumvent any awkwardness, I take his hand and pull him into the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and then step right in front of him and grip the bottom of his T-shirt.

With my eyes firmly locked on his, I pull it over his belly, and dare him with a look to stop me. His lips twitch but he doesn’t let that smirk loose this time. Instead he raises his arms and I pull the fabric over his head.

He’s the one who pulls his sweatpants over his hips this time, so I get to work on my jeans and then maneuver him into the shower by walking uncomfortably close to him.

When the hot spray is hitting both of us, though, I’m at a loss again. I wish I could listen to my instincts, but they’re silent right now, so I try to think logically.

We should get clean since we’re in the shower, right?

So I pump some shower gel into my hand and unceremoniously drop to my knees.

That’s right, I’m gonna clean him up, and start with his feet.

The problem is that when I’m down here I get my first ever look at his scarred leg.

One scar goes almost from his groin to the outside of his thigh. There are also two two-inch lines on the sides of his knee, and then one more from the middle of his shin to the top of his foot.

I force my gaze upward when I realize I’ve been staring for too long, and it’s to see Si look away from me right at that second.

My instincts scream at me this time.

The impulse is so strong I don’t even process what I’m doing until my lips are already touching the uneven skin.

“What—” Silas shouts, clearly startled, but I shake my head at him, desperate for him to let me have this a little longer.

“Don’t think. Not right now.” I practically beg, but ask me if I care. “Just feel.” For now, for tonight. Please just let him feel me. “Tomorrow we can talk.”

It’s a big ask, I know.

So many hours until tomorrow morning, but I believe it’s not only something he can give me, but also something he wants to give me.