Page 61 of Addicted to You

“Silas,” I whispered, trying to make it sound like a warning, but it sounded more like a plea.

“Tell me to stop.”

I didn’t.

His hands gripped my face as his lips crashed against mine. I barely had time to react before my body took over, grabbing at his waist and kissing him back just as hard.

He groaned against my mouth, his fingers threading through my hair to tug me closer. It was messy, and rushed, but neither of us seemed to care.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. “Fuck,” he muttered.

I swallowed hard, gripping his hips. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Shut up.” He yanked my shirt over my head before pressing his mouth to mine again.

This time I didn’t stop him.

Didn’t even want to try.

25

Silas

Kissing Cash wasn’t enough.

I wanted more.

No, I needed more.

I was desperate for more.

The all-consuming desire coursing through me was something I’d never experienced before, and it left me feeling off-balance, but in the best way possible.

I’d always considered myself open-minded when it came to sex. I had done a lot of experimenting over the years, but I’d never been with a guy. Not even in a group scenario. And while I didn’t have any hang-ups about sexuality, a little self-doubt was creeping in as I considered doing something I knew would change everything between us.

Would I be any good? What if Cash realized he didn’t like what we were doing? Would he be able to stay on as my sober companion? What if we both loved it? Then what?

What the hell was wrong with me? Overthinking had never been my style. When I wanted something, I didn’t take the time to weigh thepros and cons. I dove in headfirst without worrying about the consequences, but for some reason Cash had me questioning everything, including everything I thought I knew about myself.

Pulling back from our kiss, I searched for a sign he wanted to stop, but his blue eyes were filled with heat, which told me he was just as much into what was happening between us as I was.

My hands moved down his body, and I toyed with the button of his jeans. “Is this okay?”

He nodded, his chest moving with ragged breaths. “It’s more than okay.”

Making quick work of the button and zipper, I pushed the denim and his boxers past his hips, freeing his already hard cock.

Lowering to my knees, I wrapped a hand around his smooth length and gave it a slow, teasing stroke. “Are you going to let me suck your dick?”

He looked down at me and tangled his fingers in my hair. “We shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t want to stop you.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” he breathed.

With his permission, I leaned forward and slowly traced my tongue around his crown before licking my way down to his base and back up. The bead of pre-cum on his tip tasted salty but not unpleasant; in fact, I wanted more.

My erection strained against my zipper, and I reached down to undo my jeans and give myself some relief as well. With one hand around my shaft and the other around his, I began pumping us in tandem, then leaned forward and took him into my mouth.